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This all happened because my best friend in the world was in need. Claire and I grew up in a small town along the central California coast. She lived two blocks from me, and we did everything together.

We surfed, played softball, were girl scouts, traded boyfriends, went camping, laughed, cried, and even went to the same university, Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. She majored in mechanical engineering; I was a food science major with a nutrition minor. We shared a dorm room, then an apartment, pledged to the same sorority, and graduated together.

After graduation, Claire got a job in Thousand Oaks, designing things I knew nothing about. I found work as a dietician with a healthcare facility and am self-employed as a nutritionist in Ojai, almost an hour from Thousand Oaks.

Claire and I stayed in touch, I was Claire’s bridesmaid, and she was my maid of honor. When she became pregnant, we both were overjoyed. I’d been trying, but nothing had clicked.

I think it was when Claire was halfway through her second trimester that we got together on a Tuesday to hike to Matilija Falls. It was a nice hike and a beautiful day; the trail can get difficult, but Claire and I are both fitness nuts ( I hate the term gym rat ) and are in great shape.

We started slow, gossiping and catching up, even though we talked to each other at least twice a week. The hike takes several splits, wading through creeks, and has excellent views. I noticed her slight baby bump on Claire and marveled at her appearance. She asked if I wanted to touch it. I blushed and told her no, I was fine. But Claire insisted, so I did. It felt like a tummy, firm, and no baby kicks I could feel, so we continued.

Claire has always been the more daring of us, and I tend to follow her lead. I remembered her talking me into jumping off a bridge at Lake Shasta one Summer, not once but three times before I thought about a possible sunken log or something under the water and then told her no.

Our conversation turned to pregnancies, with Claire wondering about Randy and me starting a family. I shrugged it off. We’d been trying without success since we married two years ago.

We continued, pausing now and then to sip some water, take a break, and enjoy the view. We made the first fall which was lovely. We sat and enjoyed the sound of water cascading over the rocks. Then onto the North Fork Falls. There we had our lunch and debated going for a swim. That’s when Claire started complaining that her breasts hurt. I looked over at her and noticed two dark spots where her nipples contacted the fabric of her sports bra and top.

I pointed, “Claire, you’re leaking!”

She looked down and gasped, “What the heck? Quick, Maddie, think of something. I can’t go back down the trail looking like this.”

I thought momentarily, “We could go behind the falls, and you could squeeze them or something. I didn’t bring a towel or anything.”

She jumped up and headed to the cave behind the falls. I grabbed our things and followed. When we got there, she removed her top and sports bra. Her breasts were full and round, at least a cup bigger than normal.

Yes, I’ve seen Claire nude, so many times it’s nothing to both of us to be around each other naked. We’re both straight, so it didn’t matter.

Claire started squeezing, milking, or whatever you want to call it, but it wasn’t helping. She was still in pain and freaking out. I stood around, not knowing what to do, until Claire looked at me.

She was dead serious when she told me, “Suckle me, Maddie. Please, they hurt.”

I looked at her, not sure if she was serious. She danced around like she had to pee, then another plea to help ease her pain.

Claire looked at me with her puppy dog eyes, “Please, Maddie, I know we’re not gay. Just suckle and help me.”

We hadn’t passed many people on the trail, and we were behind the waterfall, hidden from view. I sighed, stepped forward, then leaned down, wrapping my hands around Claire’s waist to hold her steady.

I looked up at her before pressing my lips over her engorged nipple.

Claire smiled as she whispered, “Thank you.”

I told her, “You owe me big time.”

Then Claire practically ordered me to start nursing. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and began sucking. The warm colostrum tasted a little strange, it wasn’t bad, but I was used to regular and almond milk. Reluctantly, I continued as Claire softly brushed my face with her fingers.

She was apologetic and whispered, “Thank you, Maddie. Oh, that feels so much better. Now the other one, please.”

I kept switching back and forth, getting used to the taste and, oddly enough, enjoying how Claire was talking to me. Her voice was soft and sweet, praising me for how good I was doing and how much better she was feeling.

Before I started, I noticed some drips down her breast just under her boobs. I paused once as I switched breasts to lick those areas off. My tongue began under one breast and then worked up adana escort and around her nipple. I hate to admit it, but this delighted Claire and me, too.

I continued licking and sucking as Claire moaned with delight. Suddenly, we heard something, so we stopped. Claire fumbled around, getting her bra and top back on. It was nothing, so we left the cave and headed back to our cars.

The silence was too much as we walked back, so I broke the ice.

“We’re never going to talk about this, right, Claire?”

She laughed, “Why would we? But it did feel good, getting that pressure off my boobs, Maddie. You can suckle me anytime, baby.”

I looked at her and blushed, “Yeah, right.”

I thought about it the entire week. It was weird, but it wasn’t that bad. I had to laugh to myself, recalling something my mother had mentioned on my wedding day. She took me aside and told me she was glad I was marrying a man, not Claire. Since we were inseparable growing up, she’d wondered if we were lesbians. I was a little shocked because we both had boyfriends throughout high school. But moms can be strange at times, so I shrugged it off.

Claire and I got together the following Saturday to start planning her nursery. It was warm, and we were in shorts and tees with sandals. We’d gone to one of the big box stores to look at furniture, had lunch, and were back at her place going over color swatches. Greg, her husband, was playing golf with his buddies and wasn’t expected home until later that evening.

As we sifted through the various color chips, Claire started feeling that ache in her boobs again. She excused herself and went to the main bathroom to pump. But something didn’t work for whatever reason, and she called out to me. I sighed; here we go again.

I walked into her bedroom. Claire was sitting on the bed, topless, propped against the pillows with that puppy dog look again.

I lamented, “Not again, Claire. What’s wrong with the breast pump?”

She smiled, “I don’t know, it worked the other day. Would you mind? Please, Maddie?”

I was firm when I told her, “This is the last time, Claire.”

Claire just grinned, “Okay, last time, baby.”

She shifted her position so we’d both be more comfortable. I climbed onto the bed and tried to figure out how to position myself so that I wouldn’t get a sore neck or back.

I sat, well laid across Claire, sort of perpendicular to her, almost like a baby cradled in her arms. I leaned in as she lowered her breast to my mouth. I felt that same nice warm feeling in my mouth as her colostrum began flowing. It made me feel a bit dirty as I suckled because I was enjoying it.

Claire softly brushed my cheek with her fingers, praising me for helping her. This time I felt a warm sensation between my legs as I suckled and licked as I had before. When switching breasts, I felt something on my top. I paused, looked down, and noticed Claire was leaking onto me.

I exclaimed, “Crap! Does this stuff stain?”

Claire giggled, “Just take it off, Maddie.”

I sat up, and Claire helped me remove my top and bra. I laid back in her lap to nurse her other breast. Being topless against her felt better as I returned to relieve my best friend’s pain.

Claire kept up with the sweet words as she brushed my cheek. I was feeling good as I suckled and licked. Then for some strange reason, I got silly and kissed a nipple, swirling my tongue around it, then went back to nursing.

When I returned to nursing, Claire lifted my face from her breast, “What was that, Maddie? The kissing and teasing?”

I blushed, “I don’t know, taking a break, I guess. Are you almost empty?”

She grinned, “No, I’m not. Do the teasing thing again. I liked that.”

I was already suckling her, so I thought, what the heck? I started doing it more often between switching breasts. I noticed Claire’s eyes were closed as I switched from her right to her left. She was definitely enjoying what I was doing. I wasn’t having a bad time, either. Her breasts were amazing when they weren’t full, now they were magnificent, and I couldn’t get enough. Her hand massaged my back as I slowed and softly suckled. The colostrum had run out some time ago, yet I continued nursing away. I’m sure Claire knew it also; however, she laid back and enjoyed my mouth on her breasts.

I started slowing down with my kisses, licks, and nursing.

Claire noticed, asking me, “Are you full, baby?”

I looked at her nodding, “You’re empty, Claire, and I’m not gay.”

She looked surprised that I said that, “I’m not either, silly girl. You’re only helping me out as my best friend. Who thinks this is gay?”

I rose, “I wanted to be sure. If someone saw us doing this, it’s what they’d think.”

We sat looking at each other for a brief moment. Then Claire’s eyes dropped to my bare breasts.

“Well, silly. Your nipples are hard. You must have enjoyed what you were doing. Mind if I touch? You know, if ankara escort and when you get preggers, I’d help you if you ever needed it.”

I didn’t say a word as her index finger slowly circled my aerole. I swallowed hard as she continued speaking to me in a whisper.

“I’m surprised you think this is gay, Maddie. We both have wonderful husbands and are happy. You are happy, aren’t you?”

I nodded as she continued playing. The tingles I felt earlier felt much more robust as she switched breasts.

“You have lovely boobs, Maddie. I can’t wait to see them when they’re full like mine. So, how is the baby thing going for you, my love?”

I almost stuttered, answering her, “Fine, we keep trying, but so far, nothing. I’m sure it will happen soon; timing is everything.”

Claire stopped, but I could feel my heart racing as I looked around for my bra and top. Claire watched, her lovely full breasts still on display. I told her I needed to get going. She got up, put her bra and top back on then escorted me to the door. She thanked me once more and reminded me we were going shopping next Saturday. I almost told her to get another breast pump before I left.

Not being gay was on my mind all week. I don’t know why I let Claire talk me into things as she does. She has this way of getting what she wants with a look or her words. At times when we were growing up, I hated that about her. But she’s always been there for me and has always looked out for me, like an older sister.

That Saturday we met at my house. She wanted to look at a few specialty shops, so we spent the day shopping. There wasn’t any mention of sore boobs, which I was thankful for. We had a great time like we used to do before I started nursing her boobs. When we were having lunch, Claire complained about the lack of attention Greg showed her as her tummy grew. I shrugged it off, not wanting to get involved. I listened and thought it was just her hormones because I had no clue what their sex life was before she got pregnant. Listening to her problems made me feel better since Randy and I have very few issues, and we always talk them out.

We met again a couple of weeks later to paint and arrange furniture in the nursery. We started off painting, well I did as Claire supervised. Greg was golfing as usual, but he had assembled the crib and some shelving.

When I finished cleaning up, Claire started whining again about her lack of sex. Greg didn’t want to penetrate her with his dick. He was afraid he’d hurt the baby. Claire explained that to him there wasn’t any way he could get that deep and that their little darling was protected. But he wasn’t buying it, so Claire was very horny.

That’s when she started sweet talking me and telling me how she’d tried masturbating, but it wasn’t doing the job. It was awkward reaching around her tummy, and she didn’t reach her usual climax.

I cringed, wondering what she was going to talk me into.

I finished putting all the paint and painting things away when she slid beside me and whispered, “My boobs are aching, baby. Help momma out, please.”

I shivered, “Claire, you have a pump. Use it.”

She nuzzled my neck, “Please, baby, I know you like them. You make me feel so good. Just for a little while?”

I turned to face those puppy dog eyes and caved. Claire led me to her bedroom, then removed her top along with her shorts. I looked at her, wondering why she had removed her shorts. She explained she was comfier like that. Claire grinned as she tossed back the covers on the bed, propped up the pillows and got in.

Before I could get in, she told me to take my top off, too, so there wouldn’t be any drippings on me like the last time, and I should remove my shorts to be comfortable like she was. Naturally, I did as suggested because it was Claire.

Dressed only in my panties I climbed in next to her and began nursing. That warm, delicious feeling worked through me again as I toyed with her breasts, kissing, sucking, and licking them. I hadn’t noticed while devouring her gorgeous orbs, but Claire was trying to finger herself with one hand while caressing me with the other. Slowly, she nudged my head towards her tummy when I finished one breast and was moving to the other.

I balked half-heartedly, but she said she was so horny she needed me to get her off. Once more, I told her we were straight and had no desire to go down on her. She begged me; telling me Greg wasn’t a fan of cunnilingus. Since I was a woman and women knew what they liked, I was perfect. More pleading ensued, along with those looks, so once more, I caved.

I moved off her as she spread her long lovely legs for me. Bending her knees, she planted her feet on the bed, raised her hips so I could remove her panties. When I slid them down her thighs, I was shocked to see Claire’s bare lips with a hint of dew on them. I had no clue she was bare down there. Then in my mind, I had to chuckle. Bare Claire, it was very adıyaman escort amusing.

I stalled for a few moments building up my courage. Claire was sweet talking me as I moved into position. Randy didn’t mind going down on me, he enjoyed it, and I had climaxed a few times with him, but I had to guide him the first few times while he was doing it. Claire was right; I knew what I liked, so with my courage on high, I began kissing down Claire’s tummy to her inner thighs. She squirmed and praised me as I continued lower.

I marveled at her bare labia, touching it gently with my fingertip. Claire shuddered as my finger barely touched her lips. I followed it down to her perineum and back up. After tracing them four or five times, Claire was getting anxious.

Next, I used my tongue to replicate what my finger had just done. I loved going slow like this, but Claire was in a hurry, so with a little nudge on my head, she placed my face where she wanted me.

I looked up at her; she was biting her lower lip, her face was flush, and she was massaging her tummy. Rolling my tongue, I eased it inside her as she gasped. Then letting it relax I worked it inside her exploring for a few moments. I found her hood; using the tip of my tongue, I slipped under it and felt her nubbin. It was firm as I slid my tongue over and around it. Her wetness covered my cheeks as I moved my hands under her ass to lift her. It was then I began to focus on giving her the best climax ever.

Claire was begging me to make her cum, which I did. Teasing, sucking, licking, and toying with her clit. She was rolling on the bed as best she could with my face buried between her legs. She’d been trying to finger herself while I was nursing her breasts, she was pent up and anxious, so my face wasn’t buried for very long. I was enjoying her reaction to my handy work. It aroused me, and I could feel the warm moistness of my lips as I continued using my tongue on Claire.

Claire started to climax, and she shook her legs, pounding them against my head. She bucked her hips, calling out my name, thanking me, and praising Jesus. So, I sat back and watched as she wiggled, squeezed her breasts, and thanked me for getting her off.

When she calmed down, Claire opened her arms for me. We hugged, kissed, and cuddled briefly as Claire regained her composure.

Finally, she whispered, “You must get pregnant so that I can help you, baby. You’re so good to me, and I want to return the favor to my best friend.”

That almost convinced me we weren’t gay and only helping each other.

Our Saturday trysts continued off and on until Claire was within two weeks of her due date. It was a Thursday, and Greg had left on a business trip for the weekend that afternoon when Claire called me. She asked if I could stay with her until Greg returned on Sunday. She was worried she’s have the baby and nobody would be around to take her to the hospital.

My husband, Randy, was sitting on the sofa near me when Claire called. He heard her plea as I sat there shaking my head at how helpless Claire was. I ended up telling her I would come over before I hung up. When I did hang up and told Randy, he shook his head at how needy Claire had become since she’d gotten pregnant. I agreed, told him I’d be home Sunday, and I loved him. I also mentioned I was getting tired of Claire and hoped she’d have the baby soon. He told me I was a good friend and to try and have fun. He added that he hoped the baby didn’t show up while I was there. I half smiled, telling him that I didn’t think sitting around with Claire constantly whining with me having to wait on her would be fun and that kid better wait for Greg.

He agreed, wishing me luck. After I packed and kissed Randy goodbye, I thought I should have gotten an academy award for that performance.

Claire and I had gradually advanced our stress relief, or best friend favors, to a fairly high level. She didn’t wait until I was pregnant to return the favors I’d given her. I knew we weren’t lesbians because we still loved and desired our husbands. As far as I knew, we kept our sexual escapades to each other, not other women.

It was somewhat confusing, but I enjoyed spending time in Claire’s bed. We never did anything at my house, which was fine with me. Claire had to clean up and mask our relationship from Greg. As far as I knew, our husbands were clueless.

When I arrived, Claire was waiting for me in a nightie Greg had given her to make her feel sexy when she was feeling down about her bulging tummy. Her boobs were as full as ever, and she looked delicious. I came in, and Claire led me straight to her room. I put my bag down and was immediately wrapped in Claire’s arms, kissing and holding her as tight as her tummy would allow.

We broke our kiss, looking into each other’s eyes.

Claire whispered, “I missed you, baby. But I got us a little present. I hope you don’t freak out, Maddie.”

She kissed me quickly, then went to the bathroom. I watched as she opened the linen closet, reached under a stack of towels, and pulled out a long box, maybe twelve inches or so. Claire looked at me, giggling, then opened it on the countertop. She told me to turn around. I did, and the next thing I knew, she was touching my arm with something.

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Author’s note: This is a chapter in a series that will include themes of fauxcest (daughter with adoptive parents), mommydomme, and embarrassment. Please do not read if such themes offend you, or if you can’t enjoy the silliness of the premise, and I’d advise you to start from the beginning if you haven’t read the preceding chapters! All characters in this story are 18 or over.

This is part of the ‘Sapphire Lane’ universe which is a collection of various series all set on Sapphire Lane, each lesbian related but exploring different kinks.

Chapter 11

Cassidy, sat on the toilet in her bright yellow micro bikini with pink straps, was horrified to find herself caught in flagrante delicto with her hand down the front of her skimpy bikini bottoms, two of her fingers still inside her vagina, and so close to orgasm that it was difficult to stop herself from continuing to masturbate under the gaze of her adoptive mom.

She had her other hand covering her mouth, to muffle her moans of pleasure, but now she removed it to timidly mumble. “Mom! I was just…”

“Just what Casidy?” Sarah prompted sternly, entering the bathroom to stand over her seated teen daughter.

The brunette girl carefully slipped her fingers out of her pussy, and pulled her hand out of her G-string bottoms ashamed. “I was just… um… touching myself, sorry I didn’t realise you’d come in…” She confessed, blushing.

“I came in to fetch a book, and heard some funny muffled noises.” Sarah said, and Cassidy inwardly groaned that she hadn’t managed to keep herself quiet despite the hand over her mouth. “Do you think touching yourself is an appropriate thing to do in our shared bathroom? This isn’t your private ensuite after all…”

“No, I guess it isn’t…” Cassidy mumbled.

“I’m not prudish but I don’t want you masturbating all around the house! Gosh knows where you’ve played with yourself already… I didn’t realise we needed some house rules on this, but from now on you only masturbate in your bed, is that clear?”

“Yes mom.” Cassidy agreed meekly, though wondered about how she’d handle her squirting, as in the shower it hadn’t been a problem, and though she had cummed on her pillow when humping it the night before, the girl didn’t really want to repeatedly wet her bedsheets with the strange transparent fluid.

“Do you know what the thing you’re sat on is meant to be used for?”

“Of course.” Cassidy blushed.

“What?”

“Um… to pee and poo in.” The teen said, mortified to have to prove she understood what a toilet was for to her mom.

“Show me how you use it to pee.”

“What?”

“Show me how you pee in the toilet, to ensure we’re on the same page. I’ll even record it then if you ever forget and think its somewhere to touch yourself, you can watch it back to remind you what the toilet’s actual function is.” Sarah smirked, leaving her adopted daughter to go fetch her mobile phone.

‘I can’t believe it, is mom really go to force me to pee in front of her? And record it! I obviously know how to use the toilet…’ The brunette thought forlornly to herself, wishing she had had the self-control to wait to masturbate in the shower later where, with the noise of the water, she was sure she wouldn’t have been caught.

Sarah returned, pointing her phone at her adopted daughter so she could record the embarrassing demonstration which the teen was required to give.

“So Cassidy, what do you do first?”

“Um, pull down my bottoms…” The brunette girl blushed, standing up so she could pull down the skimpy G-string to reveal her cleanshaven naked pussy then sat back down on the loo. Cassidy looked forlornly at the recording camera as she tried to pee, fortunately needing to go however finding it was difficult to release when in front of her watching mom.

The teen looked down instead, trying to ignore the blonde’s presence and massaging her hairless mons pubis in an attempt to encourage her bladder. Finally a dribble of golden pee emerged, and quickly turned into a healthy stream splashing in the toilet basin.

The hissing stream was strong for about ten seconds, some catching on and trickling down her left labia before dripping into the bowl from the bottom of her vulva, until the jet died down to a final tinkle.

“Good girl, now show me how you wipe.” Sarah smirked.

Cassidy pulled off a square of toilet paper, folded it and wiped it over her vulva, especially the labia which had been coated in pee from the slight spray of the otherwise even flow.

A little piece of toilet paper tore off and stuck to the inside of the teen’s labia minora as she wiped between them. Cassidy blushed even more, dropping the sheet of paper, and was forced to spread open her inner pussy lips, on camera, with her fingers. The girl gently scraped her nail over her glistening inner lip until the remnant of toilet paper peeled off and she could flick it into the bowl.

“I think you’re done, unless you need a poo as well?” Sarah teased, and Cassidy adamantly shook her head, looking terrified at the prospect of having to also poop trabzon escort on camera.

“What next then?”

Cassidy sat on the toilet, wondering what her mom meant as the threat of having to demonstrate that she knew how to poo was still on her mind. “Um…I wash my hands?”

“Yes, especially after where some of your fingers have been!”

Cassidy stood up, pulling back up her bikini bottoms, before going to the sink to wash her hands, where Sarah finished recording the humiliating video. As she cleaned her hands, the teen thought in shame how there now existed a video of her peeing, and hoped she would never be made to rewatch it, thinking she would definitely not risk masturbating in the bathroom going forward.

“Oh, can you remind me what you said when you left me besides the pool?”

“Um, I think I just said I was going to the loo…”

“And what did you actually go and do?”

“Masturbate…” Cassidy said, humiliated to have to repeatedly admit to it to her mom.

“So, in short, you lied to me. Again, I thought this was pretty implicit so as to not need a rule, but to make it clear, going forward you shall never lie to mommy or me. I think we shall settle on twenty spanks for touching yourself inappropriately, and ten spanks for lying, so thirty in total. Sounds fair?”

“Yes mom.” Cassidy reluctantly agreed to her punishment, embarrassed at the fact she had not only been caught masturbating, but was being punished for it with a spanking! At least her mom didn’t know what she had been thinking about as she touched herself, as she wouldn’t want to find out what the stern woman’s response would be if the blonde knew it was fantasies of her and mommy that had been filling her mind.

Sarah sat on the closed toilet lid, and gestured for Cassidy to bend over her lap, which the teen obediently did, getting in position so her plump butt, completely unprotected by her micro bikini bottoms which disappeared into her ass crack, was ready to feel the sting of the blonde’s palm.

The blonde slapped the teen’s butt several times, with the girl thinking in surprise that the spanking was quite light, being more fun than painful however Sarah announced this initial flurry of playful slaps had just been a warm-up, and not ones that counted towards the thirty total.

Cassidy yelped as Sarah’s hand spanked her buttock more firmly, feeling the stinging sensation she was realising she would have to become accustomed to in her new life, as her butt cheeks received alternating slaps.

Unlike the spanking she had received in public earlier, the teen didn’t have her panties to protect her skin with a layer of fabric, so each spank felt more stinging thought it seemed the woman was also slapping her butt harder than before. ‘Probably because previously the punishment was mainly from the embarrassment of it being done in public… while now the punishment is from how firmly she’s spanking me…’ Cassidy thought as the woman reached ten spanks, and she was beginning to whimper at each one.

However like before, alongside the pain was a weird feeling of excitement and twinges of pleasure in her pussy, and Cassidy, though wouldn’t describe herself as enjoying being spanked, definitely couldn’t ignore that it had its upsides.

As the spanking continued, the slaps made the teen’s soft ass jiggle with each strike, and soon her skin was turning pink then reddish. “Aww, I think your butt is going to match the pink straps of your bikini. Oh, stop moaning, if you don’t like being spanked then you should behave… this is only happening because you were a dirty little girl touching yourself in the bathroom.”

“Sorry mom.” Cassidy whimpered, fearful that if she didn’t stop moaning with each slap, she’d earn herself a few extra. With her free hand, Sarah pulled her adopted daughter’s arm behind her back to stop her from wiggling, then delivered the final ten spanks even harder.

“Almost done, remind me why you’re getting this spanking?”

“Because I was a dirty little girl touching myself in the bathroom.” Cassidy repeated what her mom had called her.

“That’s right.” Sarah said, giving the girl a final flurry of spanks which the teen, having mentally kept count, thought exceeded the thirty but didn’t point this out to her stern mom, taking them without fuss.

“Good girl, now let’s get back to sunbathing by the pool.” Sarah grinned, and helped Cassidy off her lap, leading the girl back downstairs who felt a embarrassing sense of pride at being called a good girl by the authoritative woman. The teen reached to gingerly caress her sore butt as she followed the woman, finding herself frustrated that after her denied orgasm, the strange humiliation of peeing in front of the woman, and the stinging punishment, she was feeling even more aroused than she had when she first snuck to the bathroom to masturbate!

“Oh, another new rule, the door now stays open whenever you use the bathroom, no matter what you’re doing in there. I’m sure mommy won’t object and that way I can keep an eye on you. If you’re tunceli escort using everything for its intended purpose then you shouldn’t need to hide, and I’m sure you shan’t be doing anything inappropriate in there going forward! In fact I don’t believe you have reason to close any door so it’ll be a complete ‘no closed door’ policy for you going forward.”

Cassidy knew it was never wise to disagree with her mom, especially due to the first house rule being to always obey her adoptive parents, but here felt she definitely had no other option but to nod, even though it meant sacrificing even more of her privacy, and she cringed at the thought that now on she would have to use the toilet, shower, change her clothes, shave her body, and everything else with the bathroom door ajar, as well as keep her bedroom door open too.

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Cassidy felt a little humiliated to continue to wear the skimpy bikini for the rest of the day, as the G-string bottoms fully exposed her reddish spanked butt. Even though it was only Sarah, who had been the one to cause the sore colour, around to see it, the girl still felt embarrassed to have it on display.

They ordered takeaway for dinner, it being clear that without Zafira there to do the cooking, Sarah wasn’t too active in the kitchen. After that they watched a movie and spent a pleasant evening together, until Cassidy turned in for bed, and was surprised when her mom got up to accompany her.

“I have something to give you darling.” Sarah said, fetching the bag with the two pairs of new pyjamas she had secretly brought the teen earlier that day.

The woman and girl sat on the teen’s bed, where Sarah pulled out the new nightwear to show her adopted daughter. Cassidy looked at the pyjamas in apprehension, realising that yet another item of clothing she brought with her from the orphanage was being replaced.

One pair of pyjamas was pink with red hearts while the other was sky blue with a pattern of rainbows, so besides from the girly patterns, Cassidy wasn’t sure what was that different about them from the pyjamas she currently wore until she realised they were one-piece sleepsuits rather than having separate tops and bottoms. However it wasn’t until the smirking blonde showed her that she noticed on the back, both pairs of PJs had flaps over the butt which could be unbuttoned, presumably so going to the loo in the night would be easier.

It felt like an embarrassing feature to have, with the teen blushing as she imagined going downstairs for breakfast in clothing that had a buttoned up flap covering her butt, but despite their girly patterns, she still probably would prefer wearing them to the revealing sheer pink babydoll her mommy had brought her.

“Thanks mom.” Cassidy said, though wasn’t quite sure why the woman had decided to buy her them, and at the blonde’s instruction, took the pink sleepsuit to the bathroom with her to change into for bed, remembering that she wasn’t allowed to close the door. Changing clothes with the door wide open, despite having been fully exposed to both her adoptive parents, felt a little uncomfortable though she knew she was being a bit silly. The girl cleaned her teeth, still getting used to doing it with her new braces, then returned to her bedroom where Sarah was waiting for her.

“Aww, those look cute on you, I’m sure mommy will love them… Now, before bed, we have something to do. I let you off on the first spanking you received, but the rule is that any spankings you earn during the day shall be repeated before bed each evening. We had thirty in the bathroom, and ten in the carpark, so that makes forty.”

Cassidy couldn’t believe she was going to be receiving yet another spanking, thinking it wasn’t fair she was being effectively punished twice for everything. Despite her best efforts to be a good girl, she had already displeased her stern stepmom several times, and though she admitted being caught masturbating was pretty bad, fibbing or not waiting in the exact spot she was left both felt a little mild to be punished for, and altogether the teen didn’t think she deserved the total of eighty spanks her butt shall have received that day after the bedtime spanking.

The girl found herself lying across the woman’s lap, being quite a familiar position for her now but feeling a little different as rather than being bent over the legs of the seated woman with her feet on the floor, she was instead led on her tummy with her legs straight and, with her head turned to the side, her cheek resting on the bedsheets.

As the blonde unbuttoned the bum flap and pulled it open to reveal the teen’s bare butt, Cassidy realised this was exactly why the woman had brought her the new pyjamas, as they proved ideal for spanking. The girl guessed she may have to get used to her mom unbuttoning her pyjama bum flap with the new rule of daytime spankings being repeated before bed.

As before, Sarah began by giving her adopted daughter some lighter slaps which she explained didn’t count towards the forty total, just being ones to warm up uşak escort the teen before the real spanking began. Cassidy whimpered quietly at the first hard slap to her buttock, as Sarah started firmly slapping her palm against the teen’s soft ass cheeks, alternating between them though sometimes giving one a consecutive two spanks in a row to keep the brunette guessing where her hand will fall next.

“Tell me why you’re getting this spanking?”

“Because I got forty spanks earlier in the day… and the rule is I get the same number again before bed.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Yes, but why did you earn yourself forty to begin with. That’ll be another five for giving me a smartass answer.”

“I wasn’t being smartass! Sorry, I just misunderstood…” Cassidy whinged, annoyed she had earnt another five spanks but more upset that her mom had thought she was being cheeky when she really had been being sincere.

“Well darling, your ass is certainly going to be smarting.” Sarah chuckled at her joke, not pausing her firm slapping of the girl’s buttocks. “Now, are you going to tell me why you earnt that forty?”

“Because I disobeyed an order when you told me to wait for you but I wandered off without permission… and because I was touching myself inappropriately in our bathroom, and lied that I had gone there to use the toilet…” Cassidy summarised, while her butt turned a pinkish red again, making her whine a little between her words.

“Yes, how about those extra five?”

“Because I was being a smartass.” Cassidy answered.

“That’s right. Maybe if you keep wandering off we could get you one of those harnesses with a leash to wear? I could have tied you to a lamp post with one to ensure you stayed where I left you…” Sarah joked to taunt the girl, though her bondage fetishist side found she rather liked the idea.

Cassidy shook her head, and moaned at an especially hard slap her sore butt received.

“And if you keep touching your pussy around the house, there are special belts that will prevent that…”

“No mom, I promise I won’t do it again…” Cassidy said, afraid that both the things her mom had mentioned could be real possibilities.

“Okay darling, but you’ll be in big trouble if you do.” Sarah said, finishing off spanking the girl with the final flurry of slaps, with the teen’s moans accompanied by the thudding sound of her palm hitting the soft flesh of her red butt, a noise the blonde felt was quite relaxing despite it stinging her hand a little.

“I might need to get a glove or perhaps a paddle as all this slapping is making my palm a little sore!” Sarah laughed as she finished, having given the girl more than the promised forty-five slaps.

‘How do you think my butt feels!’ Cassidy thought, but just nodded meekly, agreeing that it might be a good idea though she wondered how a paddle might measure up versus a bare palm.

“There is always the back of a hairbrush in the meantime… anyway, time for bed now darling.” Sarah said, and buttoned up the bum flap of her daughter’s pyjamas, covering her pinkish red butt, but only after she got the girl to look at her sore behind in the mirror, before tucking her into bed.

“Mommy normally gives you a good night kiss doesn’t she?”

Cassidy nodded, and her eyes widened when the blonde bent over her and kissed her on the mouth, roughly and forcefully like she had done before, sucking on the teen’s closed lips but this time it seemed to be even more dominantly possessive. Unlike her mommy’s maternal kisses that signalled she was an adored daughter, her mom’s kiss felt more like she was demonstrating the adopted girl was her property, subservient completely to her authority. Cassidy found this unexpected kiss weirdly exciting, unable to deny she didn’t like being so forcefully used by the stern woman even if it was a little strange.

“Sweet dreams darling.” Sarah grinned, giving the surprised brunette a little pat on the cheek before leaving her in bed, though didn’t close the door as per the new ‘no closed doors’ rule for the teen.

Cassidy settled down in bed, reflecting on the day. It had been another strange one in her new household, where she was still being given new rules to obey, and now getting a taste of the punishments that will occur if she didn’t. Overall, despite the numerous spankings, it had been quite fun to spend time with her mom, getting to literally let her hair down from the girly plaits, with the highlight being giving the blonde a full body massage and ‘happy ending’ though the toe sucking was a little weird, and she had spoiled things by going off to masturbate which had caused more embarrassing consequences. The teen couldn’t believe she was going to have to leave the bathroom door open going forward… it being one last element of privacy that she had now lost though she felt she probably deserved it for what she had been caught doing.

Cassidy did look forward to her mommy’s return however, blushing to herself as she realised she missed the Hungarian woman’s goodnight kisses, though her mom’s had been a thrilling substitute, and also finding herself craving some doting adoration she was becoming accustomed to, and which her stern mom didn’t provide. The teen also wished Zafirah was there to massage her sore butt with aloe vera cream like the woman had done the first time she had been spanked.

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In the Kingdom of Gattis in the year 713…

Madeline Tintern felt, at present, an unusual range of strong emotions as she dashed away the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She was perplexed by the mixture of fear and sadness over her present situation. She tried to think, but was unsure of exactly how much time had already passed since her arrival at Thall Castle; a few weeks, perhaps, but no more than a month. Her surroundings were elegant and comfortable. Her expectations, so far, were few.

Madeline never knew what it was like to have parents and a room to herself. She lived her entire life in the large institution known as Herridge House. Herridge House was a lovely place. It was often chaotic and noisy at times, but life within the walls of the orphanage revolved around routine and tradition. Girls were expected to attend their schooling and perform various household chores with the expectation of attracting a suitable master or mistress, for marriage or household servitude. Rare was the occasion that a girl found neither. If that was the case, she’d have to fend for herself in whichever way she could.

When her 18th birthday came, Madeline moved to the dormitory reserved for the older girls on the third floor. There, she shared space with nine other girls who had reached the eligible age for courtship and marriage. And though less than a month had passed since her birthday, Madeline and a few of her fellow inmates (she thought of them as sisters) had already begun the rituals and rites of courtship.

The girl gazed through the glass of a narrow arched window. The serene beauty of the garden and rolling countryside stretched towards the tree line of a dense, dark forest. Madeline contemplated the impenetrable barrier of surrounding vegetation. There could be anything in that forest beyond the garden. The sight was lovely, baffling and a little frightening. It reminded her of her last days at Herridge House, before she came here.

The matron, Miss Heister, sent for Madeline shortly after the evening meal. A housemaid named Endla showed the girl to the matron’s sitting room. The room’s main purpose was to receive distinguished visitors and parties interested in procuring one, or more, of the girls for whatever suited their needs and wishes. The furnishings within were sensible and plain; the kind of furnishings you’d expect to see in a middling merchant or farmer’s house. Miss Heister sat behind a large writing table. Madeline gazed absently while the older woman situated her trailing skirts. “You may take your seat there in front of me.” Miss Heister nodded at the lone chair across from her.

Madeline sat and watched while the matron wrote something down in the ledger opened in front of her. A few awkward moments passed and she was finished. Miss Heister closed the book and looked up at her charge. “Madeline Tintern…I trust you recall the events of last week.”

“Yes, Miss Heister, I think I do.” Madeline said.

Of course she remembered; how could she forget? An afternoon gathering with light refreshments brought Madeline and her companions to entertain the visitors who arrived to meet the girls and decide which ones to take into service and which to take as a wife or lover. The two oldest, Rion and Dioste, were already familiar with this custom. At the age of 19, both girls flaunted considerable beauty and grace. The Duke of Normot was taken instantly with Rion, and Dioste left that evening with his lordship, Count Winblad, who lived in the kingdom of Mays.

“Two days ago, a letter arrived from Thall Castle in Gattis. It was delivered by page with a…very generous gift of gold Trimaar. Enough to sustain Herridge House for a year or more.”

Madeline’s lips tightened and stretched in a wan smile. “Oh…I guess I’ll be going away soon.”

“You’ve guessed correctly.” The matron said. “Her ladyship, Maximilla Mardykes, has taken quite a liking to you.”

“But we hardly spoke!”

Lady Mardykes…she was an odd bird. She was the only woman among the small cohort of nobles who came to visit that day. Madeline busied herself pouring glasses of sack wine for the guests while the haunting notes of Rion’s lyre played on. She heard Miss Heister exchanging witticisms with the dashingly handsome young Captain Bradt. When she turned her head, she thought she felt a pair of eyes staring intently at her from across the room. She was right.

Her ladyship stood tall and very slim. She was old, but not ancient. Madeline guessed the woman was in her late 40’s or early 50’s. Perhaps she’d come to choose for herself a new lady’s maid or housekeeper. The woman’s hair, cropped very short, undulated in deep waves the color of light sand. In rushlight, the waves were almost ginger. Ice blue eyes, pale as her skin, pierced through the ovals of wire rimmed glasses. Lady Mardykes looked unusual indeed. She looked positively striking, but that was not the least of it.

The unusual looking woman’s features were hard and masculine. She was neither pretty nor feminine, though it was fairly obvious she’d never aksaray escort pass for a man. But Lady Mardykes dressed like one. She wore an elegant doublet, breeches, and hose ensemble with a great, trailing frock coat. Richly embroidered shoes boasted broad ribbon bows of fine silk. Madeline stared at her ladyship for a moment or two, fascinated, but at the same time, put off, by the noblewoman’s appearance. She poured another glass of sack and made eye contact with Captain Bradt. Madeline guessed the Captain was not much older than she, maybe a year or two, but no older than 20. He was tall and had a winsome smile that made the other girls giggle and blush.

“A little refreshment, sir?” Madeline grinned and offered the handsome young man the glass she just poured.

“Thank you, dear lady, yes.” The Captain drank. “Your Miss Heister is a very gracious hostess. Generous! The last place I visited–“

“Ah, Captain, there you are!” Miss Heister appeared seemingly from nowhere. “I’d like you to meet our little Galene. She came of age just the other day, and this is her first party. I think she’d be a perfect match for you both…” The matron took the man’s arm, intending to lead him away, when the glass fell from his hand and broke in a splash of wine and shards. “Never mind that, Captain, do come along!”

The two of them were already gone. Madeline stooped to pick up the broken glass. “Such a terrible mess! Let me help you with that, my dear.”

The beautiful blond looked up and stared dumbfounded at the face of the mannish woman with short hair and glasses. Her fair skin was, indeed, as pale as her eyes. A network of fine lines etched into the flesh crinkled around them as the woman’s lips stretched to flash a smile. She produced a handkerchief and collected some of the glass before Madeline stopped her. “Thank you kindly, madam, but it isn’t necessary–“

“Lady Mardykes; Maximilla. But my close friends call me Max.” She produced another handkerchief, holding it out to Madeline. “And your name is?”

“Madeline Tintern.”

“Beautiful name for such a beautiful girl. I saw you talking with Captain Bradt, and I wondered if–“

“I beg your pardon, m’lady, but I must clean this up right away.” Madeline was uncomfortable in the older woman’s presence. Her face flushed with heat. “Perhaps…” Her voice trailed off. She knew perfectly well that no girl who’d come of age could refuse the attentions of an interested noble. Still, the damage was already done.

“Perhaps we can continue our conversation a little later,” Lady Mardykes said. “When things aren’t so messy.” Her ladyship put out her hand, touching the girl’s fingers briefly before excusing herself. Madeline hadn’t realized Miss Heister had been watching their exchange nearby. The matron swiftly approached just as the girl finished mopping up the spilled wine and disposed of the broken glass.

“Lady Mardykes seems to have left you in a hurry.” Miss Heister observed. “And you’ve broken a glass!”

Madeline managed a swift glance when she unintentionally locked eyes with the matron. Her cheeks flooded with fresh heat and she stared at the floor, ashamed. Miss Heister stood at average size for a woman her age, but to Madeline, she seemed at least a foot or so taller. “I–I’m sorry, Miss Heister.” Madeline said. “I was talking with Captain Bradt when you came, and…the glass slipped from his hand.”

“I see.” The matron turned and looked across the room, as if searching for someone. She turned back and faced Madeline again, staring at the blond beauty for a few moments before walking away. “We shall discuss this later.”

Later, Madeline supposed, was now. Her mind, back in the present, listened as Miss Heister spoke: “Tomorrow morning, a coach will arrive to collect and bring you to Thall Castle in Gattis. The journey is a long one, roughly two or three days, but her ladyship has informed me that your safety and comfort will be looked after. She doesn’t say whether she will come for you in person or not.” The matron then dismissed Madeline to bed.

The girl stood and went to the door. She was about to leave when Miss Heister stopped her. “I imagine you are disappointed with the news I’ve just delivered.”

Madeline’s eyelids fluttered and her lips stretched in a pained line across her beautiful face. She said nothing. “Captain Bradt is indeed a handsome young man. But he is not for you, and you are not for him. You never were. I’ve sensed for quite some time that there is something different about you, something you may not know yet. But you will in good time. Lady Mardykes will make sure of that. Now off to bed, young lady!”

*****

Back in the present, Madeline turned away from the window when she heard the call from her maid for supper. The dining room, like many others in Thall Castle, was a darkly sumptuous space. There was a grand fireplace and large arched windows. Servants stood sentry near a table with place settings for two. The pulsing, low light cast by a pair of ornamental lamps illuminated the table amasya escort and cast strange shadows that seemed to take on a life of their own.

Madeline sat down and watched as, a few moments later, Lady Mardykes appeared and sat across from her. Heat flushed the girl’s cheeks and, for a second, she averted her eyes. She was ashamed because she remembered the first few days after her arrival, unsure of what to make of her situation. Twice, Lady Mardykes made advances towards Madeline, and twice, the girl rebuffed her mistress. And although she never pushed, it was obvious that her ladyship’s patience was beginning to wear thin.

Miss Heister’s parting words haunted her. “Remember Lady Mardykes has sent a sizeable gift. Such gifts in the past have provided you, and others, a comfortable life at Herridge House. You are expected to return the favor in kind and delight her ladyship and serve her demands, whatever they may be. If you fail to satisfy her ladyship, you will be sent to a workhouse in Foldeshu. And I assure you that it is a very different place; one I’m sure you’ll regret being sent to if it should come to that.”

Lady Mardykes eschewed her usual mannish attire and Madeline did her best to avoid staring outright at her mistress. With head tilted slightly down, the beautiful blond glimpsed Lady Mardykes through half lidded gaze. The tall, slim middle-aged woman looked regal in a simple kirtle with richly ornamental high collar framing the masculine features of her thin face. The pulsing glow of fire and lamplight played against the pitching waves of her cropped hair. She acknowledged her young charge with a barely perceptible nod before uttering a command to an attending servant in a language Madeline could not understand.

Moments later, a manservant appeared. He served a course of broth followed by a rich meat and root vegetable stew which were eaten in almost total silence. Little conversation beyond a few questions with one word answers took place as their meal came to an end. The lack of conversation worried Madeline. She was almost certain she’d angered her ladyship by seeming distant since her arrival.

The male servant cleared away the chargers and returned with a strangely slender, crystalline carafe and two small glasses. A dish of crocoda was placed in front of Madeline. She stared at the strange looking fruit–a lovely sight that soon broke the wall of unsettling silence. Seedy, purplish flesh sliced into sections peeked from a shroud of thick cream sauce. “I do hope that you will enjoy the final course, dearest.” Her ladyship said. “A small crocoda from the garden and a glass or two of Avocress.”

Madeline swallowed hard. She watched as an amber colored liquid poured from the mouth of the carafe. “What is Avo…Avo…” Her voice trailed off as she struggled with the pronunciation.

Lady Mardykes responded with a laugh. “Ah-vah-cress. It is a favorite of the nobles, both here, and in your own kingdom. They sometimes call it ‘water of love.'”

Madeline reached for her glass, hesitating for a moment, not knowing why. “Drink deeply, my dearest Madeline.” Lady Mardykes urged as she brought her own glass to her lips.

Lady Mardykes stared at the blond beauty who, with a bewildered expression, took a reluctant sip. Her darkened gaze mesmerized; pulling Madeline into a glacial vortex that left her lips frozen against the rim of the glass as the liquid coursed down her throat. The effect was almost instantaneous. Without a second thought, Madeline took another drink, and at once she started coughing and sputtering. Her stomach tightened and a scorching heat grew and spread in her throat like blobs of molten metal. And now, the girl was overwhelmed by a strange buzzing sensation. It caused her skin to tingle and made her head swim. At first, it was frightening, having no control, but soon Madeline realized that the feeling was actually quite pleasant. Before she knew it, she’d finished the glass and the servant poured her another one.

Suddenly Madeline stood up and stumbled backwards, nearly falling to the ground when the chair tipped over. It seemed as though something suddenly burst inside her and she was reeling while the servant caught her in his arms. Her chest drew shaking, hitching breaths and everything around her seemed to tremble and vibrate. Her ladyship stood and uttered another command to the servant in that lilting, foreign tongue. Madeline thought she heard her say “Well, I’m off.” She retreated away before everything went black.

*****

Madeline Tintern woke from her deep and dreamless sleep feeling, strangely enough, more peaceful and less anxious than before. Her eyelids fluttered and instinctively she rubbed at them as her vision acclimated to the dark. By the serene, pulsing glow of a nearby ornamental lamp, she was in a bedchamber; but not hers. The long slitted window showed the night sky through many small, jewel like panes of cut glass.

The girl realized she’d been asleep on a large bed with the blankets turned down. The resulting cold she antalya escort felt told her, without looking, that she was completely naked. What’s happening, Madeline wondered.I’m so cold! Why am I naked? Where am I? She sat up now, intending to get up and retrieve a nightgown she saw draped over the bench of a dressing table. But before her feet touched the floor, she abruptly stopped. There, she recognized the shadow shrouded silhouette of Lady Mardykes sitting on a kline against the wall by the fireplace, across from the bed. The middle aged woman sat there, silent and still, watching her surprised young charge.

She was dressed in a shapeless and modest high-collared robe called a Holler. Madeline remembered that Miss Heister wore, on occasion, a similar garment, though hers was fashioned appropriately for a woman of non-noble standing. Her ladyship remained still and sternly upright. The golden glow of fire and lamplight danced and reflected off the lenses of her wire rimmed glasses. Another silent moment passed, and the woman’s hand raised to take them off. She produced a small case and placed the glasses safely within before setting them aside.

Face unobscured, the older woman exuded a stern, silent wisdom and confidence that Madeline never noticed before. By now, she’d grown used to seeing Lady Mardykes dressed in men’s attire looking unwomanly and brash. But tonight things have been…different. As Madeline’s eyes adjusted fully, she could see the lines etched into her ladyship’s face and the eerie coolness of her lips as they slowly stretched to form a knowing smirk.

To say that Madeline was embarrassed would be an understatement. Waking up naked in the darkness of an unfamiliar room was shocking enough. But waking up under the watchful gaze of Lady Mardykes transcended mere embarrassment. The girl was absolutely mortified. She felt completely vulnerable and it made her more aware of her nakedness, her body, and her womanhood than ever before.

Like many of the girls who lived at Herridge House, Madeline Tintern was blessed with sublime natural beauty. But she never developed the full, fleshy breasts that attracted the Duke of Normot to Rion. She possessed a small frame with slender build to accommodate the twin little swells on her chest. Thankfully, light blond hair and sweetly delicate features more than made up for this perceived shortcoming.

Still ashamed by her nakedness, Madeline instinctively hugged herself while averting her gaze. “Uncross your arms and do not look away from me.” Her ladyship’s voice, though quiet, was deep and almost terse.

With some reluctance, the girl obeyed. “I’ve angered you, m’lady.” She muttered. “I didn’t mean to.” Lady Mardykes issued no reply. “I’ve left the only home I’ve ever known to another kingdom, and…” The girl heaved a ragged sigh, struggling to find the words she wanted to say next.

“The matron, Miss Heister, had such high expectations of you.” Her ladyship said. “She saw a quality in you that the others lacked. I saw it too, from the moment I first set eyes on you.”

“I–I don’t think I feel like myself, m’lady–“

“My given name is Maximilla. Call me Max.”

Madeline ignored this and continued. “You’ve treated me very well and I should be grateful, but I haven’t shown it. I’m sorry. Please don’t send me to the workhouse–“

“I have no intentions of doing so.” Her ladyship said. “Miss Heister advised me of your inexperience and…reluctance after our encounter.” Madeline was taken aback by this remark. She wasn’t quite sure what her ladyship meant by that. Was she pointing out some perceived horrible fault in her, or was it some kind of critique of Miss Heister’s way of presenting the girls who lived at Herridge House? The girl’s eyes narrowed a little while she stared into Lady Mardyke’s eyes. The silence between them grew until her ladyship, recognizing Madeline’s confusion, elaborated.

“When girls in your situation come of age, they are chosen for different paths. A respectable, though plain girl, might enter household service. Another may marry a merchant or tradesman and become a wife and learn a valuable skill. But a girl who is respectably brought up and possesses enviable beauty can attract the attention of a nobleman–or woman–and there are traditions and expectations that are very important and very different.”

“I think I understand.” Madeline said softly.

“I know you understand, but inexperience compels your reluctance. You could not help that. But I’m hopeful that things will change after tonight.” Lady Mardykes stood up now. The rich fabric of her Holler fell in straight lines, gathering in a dark and crinkled pool on the floor. She looked very statuesque and superb. Her hands went to her collar, and moments later, the lovely garment parted.

She shrugged the Holler from her shoulders and it fell to the floor around her. She wore none of the usual undergarments. Madeline saw no stays or shift. With the exception of her shoes and hose, Lady Maximilla Mardykes was completely bare. Until this moment, the girl had never seen a woman as old as her ladyship in any state of undress let alone naked. She averted her eyes, trying to look instead, at the fire crackling in the grate. Its dancing golden glow illuminated the older woman’s frame, casting an eerie long shadow. “Look up, Madeline, do not avert your eyes.”

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James woke up in a hospital bed. James looked down to find that he had breasts. James now worried about his manhood checked and found that that was gone too. Lower than his manhood previously was he, or should he say she now found her brand new vagaina. James would have been worried if he secretly didn’t want to be a woman all his life. James gingerly reached out and touched his womanhood. The feeling was similar, yet different to that of her old dick. She then began to feel the entirety of her pussy. She started to feel her lips, her urethra, her vagaina, inside and out, and her new favorite, clit. She liked the feeling of fingering herself but she wanted more inside of her than just her finger. If she should get that, that would be her favorite.

James finally decided to stop touching herself and look at where she was. It looked like she was inside of a hospital. But the last thing she remembered was sleeping in her room. Before James had time to create, the door to her room opened up and another woman walked in. Just like James, she was also naked.

“Morning there. My name is Lucy. I’ll be happy to answer any questions that you may have.” James looked at Lucy longer than she should have. Lingering at her breasts and vagina.

“I’m guessing you’re not from around here?” Lucy said.

“Maybe?” James said speaking for the first time as a woman. Her voice was higher than she remembered.

“The last thing I remember was going to sleep in my bed. As a man.” James said.

“Then you aren’t from around hear. Allow me to explain. My explanation should answer any question that you may have, so please wait until the end of the explanation before asking any questions.” Lucy said. James nodded and started to wait for Lucy’s explanation.

“We call this world Vagina world, after the best thing in the world. In this world, there are no men, no clothes, and no STDs. We live in a world of pleasure and pleasure. You can fuck who you want when you want, provided they accept your offer. People like you come from a different and more complex world than we live in. Also, you were probably what people from your world call a man. Those names don’t normally fit a woman. So If you like we can change your name here and go from there.”

“Wait, If this world has no men, how do you keep the population up?” James asked.

“O yea. I almost forgot. In this world, we have a thing you people call Futanari. The futanari are the ones who impregnate a woman that we the population going. And any woman can become a futanari if they want. To be one, all you have to do is get pregnant and have a hundred different futanari women cum inside of your pussy during your pregnancy. And then when you give birth, you will instead grow a penis rather than push a baby out your pussy. But it will still feel like you’re giving birth. And will still take just as long as giving birth.” After Lusy was done explaining James sat there and processed the information.

“Are you a futanari?” James asked. Lucy laughed before answering.

“No. No, I am not. I am just a normal woman who works at the hospital.”

“So you’re saying that since I’m a new me I can pick a new name?” James asked.

“That’s correct. Once you choose a new name I will help get you into the system, and you can be on your way.”

“Syestem?” James asked.

‘Yep. Just like your world, we have a way to identify people. And since you’re not from here, after you choose a name, we can do that and get you on your way.”

“So I’m a real woman now. Like I’ll have periods and can get pregnant and urfa escort give birth, and shove things up my pussy?” James asked with excitement.

“Yes to all of that,” Lucy said with a smile. James had a smile lit up her face, from ear to ear. James then thought about what her new name should be, before she decided.

“I want my new name to be Jasmin.” Lucy smiled and wrote the name down.

“So Jasmin, any more questions, or should I go get what I need to put you in the system?” Lucy asked.

“I am in a new world, and you did let me know some major differences between this world and my old one, but is there anything else I should know?” Jasmin asked. Lucy thought about it and spoke up upon remembering.

“People from your world say that the women in that world experience pain during birth, but in this world, giving birth is easily one of the most pleasurable experiences you can feel. They say it’s like cumming from labor to birth. And you can get pregnant back to back with no ill side effects. And in this world, we can have three wives instead of one like in your world. And anyone who comes to vagaina world from your world, become eighteen upon entering our world.” Jasmin was thirty-three before she came to this world. Upon hearing his information Jasimens eyes lit up once more. With no feather questions, Lucy left to grab what she needed to put Jasmin in the system. Lucy returned with a clipboard full of paper an ink pad, and a swab and test tube. Lucy filled out the paperwork on the clipboard with Jasmin’s help and used the ink pad to get fingerprints. Lucy then used the swap to take a sample of Jasmin’s vagaina and put it in the test tube. With Jasmin being put in the system, Lucy told her that she was free to go. Jasmin had a wave of panic rush over her. She had no home no food, and no one to rely on. Jasmin asked Lusy what to do.

Lucy had told Jasmin that since she had come to this world from another, she should head to the town hall and let them know. Since she was not from this world, she would the government would give her food and shelter. Jasmin men still nervous began to head to the town hall, after receiving directions from Lucy. Upon leaving her room, Jasmin saw that anyone she passed was also a woman, and also nude. When she left the building, she found the temperature quite pleasant. Even though she was nude she didn’t feel the need to wear clothes. She also found vagina and penis decorations all across the town. As she walked through the town she heard moaning among the normal town noise. When Jasmin got to the town hall she went in and waited to be seen. When her turn was up she up to the clerk and explained the situation. The clerk explained that this happened often enough that they had a whole district of town for people like Jasmin. She also explained that unlike in her old world, there was no currency. One could go to a store and take what they need. She was also told that sex was not only the norm here, but that she shouldn’t be alarmed if she saw women having sex out in the open. She also said that she should feel free to ask to join if she felt inclined. After the explanation and filling out the proper paperwork, Jasmin was given her new address and a recommendation of where to go if she wanted to have a good fuck, from either a futanari or a vagaina woman, as she now learned that they were called.

Jasmin went to her new home and took her time examining her new place. Once she was familiar with the house’s layout, Jasmin went to the site for a good fuck. She wanted to have sex in her sivas escort new form since she arrived in the vagaina world, but she was too overwhelmed with her new environment. On her way to her location, she saw multiple women having sex out in the open. Jasmin was even approached by a woman, who asked to fuck her. Jasmin politely declined wanting her first time to be in a location she knew. Jasmin did say that if she saw her on her way back she would accept her offer. When she got to her location, after getting lost a couple of times, and getting asked to have sex by multiple women, she arrived at her destination. The building had a large neon sign that said Fuckery. When Jasmin walked into the building, she was hit with a strong smell of sex. She was also able to hear moaning throughout the building. She walked up to the front desk, with her pussy moistening as she got closer.

“How can I help you?” Asked the clerk behind the desk.

“I was told by a woman at city hall that I should go here to get a good fuck.” Jasmin said nervously.

“That we can do. Would you like a vagaina or a futanari?”

“I’ll take a vagaina for my first time.”

“O it’s your first time, well in that case, What are you looking for specifically? Do you want to cum a lot, have a kink filled, or be eased into it?”

“Could I be eased into it, and then cum a lot?”

“We could make that work. Just head to room number three o eight.” With thanks from Jasmin, she walked away to room three-o-eight. Walking towards the room was only making Jasmin more horny. Hearing the moans of women, the clapping, and the smell only made it worse. Once she found the room, she entered to find a large room with a large bed in the middle with a nightstand on the left of the bed filled with dildos and lube. Jasmin sat on the bed and waited for the woman she would have her first time with. After waiting for what felt like too long the door opened and a woman walked in. She was a tall woman with long black hair that went down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She was well endowed having E cup-sized breasts. Her pussy was also nice and shaved.

“So I hear that this is your first time.” Said the newcomer.

“Yeah,” Jasmin said sheepishly.

“Well then let’s ease you into the wonderful world of” The new woman slowly and sensually walked up to Jasmin while talking, and whispered the last part of the sentence into Jasmin’s ear. ” Sex as a woman.” Jasmin felt a shiver go up her spine as the newcomer whispered into her ear.

“Do you care if I take the lead?” She asked. Jasmin nodded and prepared herself for her first experience. The new one started kissing Jasmin on the lips. First slowly and then quickly. The slower the kisses came, the longer they lasted. Jasimn was the first of the two to try and use her tongue. To her delight, She reciprocated and used her tongue just as much as Jasmin did. Once their tounges got involved Jasmin felt her breasts being fondled. And to her delight, Jasimn also felt a knee start to rub her pussy, mostly focusing on in clit. Witch brought Jasmin immense pleasure. Once the two were done kissing, Jasmin watched as she went down on her and began to finger her. First one finger went in, then two. She was practiced and kept hitting Jasmin’s G-spot. She was hitting the G-spot over and over again, unlike Jasmin did on her first time. Jasmin let out quick moans of pleasure as she fingered. The next thing Jasmin knew, her clit was being rubbed most delightfully. With one hand fingering her, and the other rubbing her tekirdağ escort clit Jasmin felt a sensation building within her. As Jasmin moaned more and more, the sensation kept building and building, until she came. Jasmin let out a loud moan of pleasure while she came. Jasmin’s partner increased her pace, and the way she hit the G-spot, made Jasmin cum again right after her first.

Jasmin was left alone for a short while while she recovered from cumming twice. Once she was ready, she started to kiss the woman acampaing her. Showing she was ready for more. After a long time, they separated and Jasmin watched as she moved her head down to her pussy. She then licked the entirety of Jasmin’s pussy the one motion. Jamin shutters as a wave of pleasure started from her pussy and spread throughout her body. The woman kept licking her pussy. She would focus on her opening and then move to her lips and urethra, and then lick her clit once before heading back down to start the process over again. Jamin was moaning softly throughout the process. With her moans getting even louder, high pitched, and short whenever her clit was licked. After Jasmin didn’t know how long, nor did she care, Her clit was the main focus of the tongue. Jasmin let out a quick gasp as it happened. Before even realizing it Jasmin put her hands on the back of her head and gently pushed her head into her pussy. Her clit was licked over and over again as Jasmin felt, what she now knew, was another orgasm building. This one came much harder than her other two. But once it did Jasmin knew what she wanted. She wanted to cum all the time. Once Jasmin was done spraying her partner, she got up and moved her pussy up to Jasmin’s pussy.

Jasmin stood while her clit was grinding into her partner’s clit. Jasmin felt good, but she didn’t want to move and ruin the pleasure. Jasmin found that her moans of pleasure were joined by her partner’s moans. Jasmion eventually found herself joining in the motion. Jasmin kept fucking and getting fucked. Their moans kept growing. Their pace got after the long they kept at it. Jamin kept fucking her partner, trying to make sure the clits touched more and more. Jasmin was not the first to cum. Her partner almost stopped entirely as she came. Jasmin didn’t stop fucking her partner. Not just because she was close to cumming, but she also wanted to repay her partner for making her cum as many times as she did. As if on cue, once her partner was done cumming, Jamsin came once more. Both women then laid back on the bed and began to kiss. After lying for a while Jasmin’s partner got up holding her hand and kissed it before walking out. Jasmin lay there thinking about what her future would be.

She enjoyed cumming and wanted to always do it. But she also knew that she couldn’t. She then wiped her hand on her pussy and licked her juices. She loved the way she stated. She then got up and started to walk out. She wanted to find someone to marry. She wanted to marry someone who would always be with her, and fuck whenever she wanted. She wanted to go home and then formulate a plan on how to find a wife. Jasmin walked out of the rebuilding and saw a woman taking her to come over.

“Hey, you. Wanna fuck a futa?” Jasmin walked over to the women.

“Are you asking me?”

“Yea. You. Wanna fuck a futa?” Jasmin then looked down and watched as the women’s clit then grew into a large dick. She was happy with fucking women, but she hadn’t had sex with a dick, or more accurately a futanari. It was at this point that Jasmin remembered that Lucy had said that getting pregnant, and having one hundred different futanari cum inside you while pregnant would make you a futanari as well. She also remembered something that sounded even more tempting. Giving birth in vagaina would be orgasmic. Jasmin pussy freshly fucked, began to moisten. Jasmin licked her lips.

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Hey Folks,

Welcome to yet another one of my *gay* fairy tales! I felt I needed a little preamble here because this one is…different. One of my characters is intersex, so if that’s not your thing, please check out one of my other stories. It’s a slower burn, lots of fluff, and there are also some non-human aspects as we’re talking about wolves. Because of this, I struggled with where to submit, but since it is ultimately about two women falling in love, here we are. As always, I love your feedback so please feel free to leave it at the end or email me from my profile. It makes me a better writer to hear what you liked and where I messed up, so please reach out. Happy smutting!

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Kate

_ _

The chill air sucked into my lungs, burning cold and freezing my nose. I could smell the snow in the air as I ran through the gloomy forest. My feet pounded on the packed earth and leaves crunched. My heart pounded in my ears as my body forced itself forward. I wasn’t trying to be quiet, I was trying to be fast.

Suddenly, a howl right behind me caused my hair to stand on end. The monster chasing me was too close. I picked up the pace, sprinting as fast as my legs would go. I heard crunching and pounding of feet, four legs coming in fast. Dodging around a tree, I could see the lodge up ahead. Safety, warmth, and my family propelled me faster through the last trees. I was almost there. Almost home.

A growl sounded just over my shoulder. Too close. I hadn’t made it. The porch was still eighty yards away.

Before I could escape, a massive, black shape dove out of the forest behind me, tackling me to the ground in a heap of fur and teeth. My head rocked against the cold earth and my breath was knocked out of my lungs. A triumphant howl split the air as giant teeth flashed above me. Then the beast looked down, its golden eyes boring into my own with heart-stopping intensity.

Then the wolf smirked.

Alright, you win, punk. Congratulations, I said through our mind link, using my strong paws to throw him off of me. He slipped sideways snorting and wagging his tail like a pup. I stood and shook out my fur as he shifted in front of me.

“I finally caught you! I caught you!” He ran around the clearing, stark naked and yelling, drawing the attention of a few pack members who were unloading groceries from one of our large passenger vans.

I shifted and stood in front of my deranged brother with my hands on my hips, “Yes you did, now quit making a scene you weirdo and go inside!” Marching myself up the porch steps, I waved at the pack helping with the groceries.

In the lodge, I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt from the baskets at the front door. When you’re constantly shifting in and out of wolf form, it’s best to have clothes easily accessible. Not that any of us were prudes about nudity. Trust me, when you’ve seen your grandfather shift more than a dozen times, you get over it real quick. But having laundry baskets of unisex, comfy, easily stripped clothes all over the property is a must. Unfortunately, the shirt I picked sported a hot pink kitten wearing sunglasses, so that detracted from my carefully crafted bad girl image.

“Love the shirt, Sawyer. Really, you should make it part of your aesthetic.”

“Shut up, Luke.” I scooped a pair of shorts out of the basket and tossed them to my brother as he walked in. We definitely looked like siblings, in fact, our whole pack looked like family because, technically, we are. Most of us have dark hair, tan skin, and are taller than average with broad shoulders. Luke and I sported the traditional Roman nose that most everyone had, but he departed from the norm with his unusually large smile. My parents said it’s because he came out laughing and hasn’t stopped since, a fact supported by the giggle he was unsuccessfully containing now at my expense.

“Are you two done playing tag?” My very pregnant sister-in-law waddled into the room from the kitchen with a plate of biscuits in her hands. She too had dark hair, but hers wound in perfect, bouncing coils while mine hung in lackluster waves.

“Here, let me help, May!” I took the plate to the table just as my mother came through with a skillet of sausage gravy. Her hair was streaked with gray, but just as pretty as May’s.

“We weren’t ‘playing tag’,” Luke scoffed, swiping a biscuit from the tray before I set it down. “And anyway, I finally caught her!” He took a disgustingly large bite.

“Well, while you were doing that, the adults were actually working!” My older brother, Callum, and our father, strode in from their office. Callum was learning to lead the pack from my father. He and May were expecting their first pups, a set of twins, in a few weeks. The added stress made my usually serious brother almost unbearable.

“Well, someone’s gotta check on the border patrols in the morning,” I smirked, “Might as well have some fun while we do it.”

“Sawyer,” my father began as we all sat down at the table, “You need to stop participating in these silly games. When are you going to get serious? Settle down? Find ardahan escort a mate?”

I rolled my eyes. Most wolves find their mates in their teens since it’s common to be from the same pack. My brother and May found each other nauseatingly young, they were in school together. Raised side by side. They waited until they were twenty to get married, then until thirty to have kids, a fact which drove my mother absolutely nuts. I respected their decision though, May wanted to finish med school so she could take care of the pack. Now with the two of them following the family plan, my parents had moved onto me and my supposedly very immature, twenty-eight year old self.

“We’re not trying to pressure you, dear,” Mom added, “But you should have found someone by now.”

“Yes,” my father interjected, setting down his fork, “You haven’t been trying hard enough. You’ve done enough goofing around. It’s time to grow up.”

“I’m probably not meant to have a mate,” I mumbled into my food. “I don’t think cursed wolves get mates.”

“Sawyer James! You are not cursed!” My mother scolded me, yet again.

“Then what do you call it, Mom?” I hissed back, “I’m a mutation. Who would want me as their mate?” I didn’t wait for an answer, I stood, carrying my still full plate into the kitchen where I tossed it into the sink. Then I climbed the back stairs in three bounds up to my room. I hated that their words drove me to the “rebellious teenager” action, but it was a sore subject.

Our family lodge was large. Three stories of bedrooms, bathrooms, offices, and family spaces for the Alpha’s progeny. It sat at the back of the complex across from the pack hall. My room, or rooms, faced west and included a master bedroom and bathroom, another bedroom, a sitting room, and a small office. It was really more of an apartment just without the kitchen. I shoved my way through the doors and flopped onto the couch, my long brown hair falling over my eyes. I pulled at my split ends and brooded.

A knock on my door pulled me out of my reverie. I knew they weren’t going to give me much time. Privacy wasn’t really a thing in a pack where you shared thoughts.

“What?”

May walked in, belly leading the way. “Sawyer, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just hate how much pressure they put on me about finding a mate. Not everyone gets a mate!”

May chuckled as she joined me on my couch, “That’s not true and you know that. The only reason we survive is because the Moon Goddess ensures we all have a mate. We might not find them until later in adulthood, but everyone has one.”

I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm, “Then maybe I’m the first wolf who doesn’t! Maybe I was cursed to be alone and weird.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Maybe.”

May sighed, “Look, I’ll talk to them about backing off on the mate thing, okay? But you’ve got to stop calling yourself names. Deal?”

I peeked at her, “Fine. Deal.”

“Good!” she said cheerfully, “Now come help me in the nursery. Your niece and nephew are giving me hell and I need to get all their clothes put away.”

I smiled and put my hand on her swollen belly. I could feel the little pups moving inside, one giving my hand quite a good kick.

“Ouch!” She whined, “Absolute monsters already.”

Helping May with the nursery didn’t exactly take my mind off my romantic situation, but it did make me feel better. May cooed over all of the adorable clothes and the smell of baby detergent made the atmosphere calm and nurturing. When Callum came in a while later, I excused myself to give the growing family some privacy.

Wandering downstairs, I found Luke playing videogames with his two best friends.

“Hey loser, don’t you have training this afternoon?” I asked as I stole a handful of their Cheetos from the table.

“Nah, it’s pouring so Delta Ruiz canceled it. Said he already had to smell stinky teenagers all morning so he didn’t want to spend his afternoon smelling wet dog.”

I chuckled, “Well, maybe I can take on the winner then.”

Before the three could respond, my mom bustled into the room. “Oh no you don’t, missy! You have errands to run today.”

“But Mom, it’s pouring! Can’t I go tomorrow?”

“Nope! I needed this stuff yesterday, but you begged off to train with Callum.”

“Why didn’t you have the other members do it when they got groceries today?”

“Because, they have little kids to get back to and had enough to get already. Now, take this list and be back by six sharp!” She handed me a little list on green paper covered with her scrawled handwriting.

“Does this say Rooster ball?”

Mom snatched the list out of my hand and looked at it. “It says ‘Roaster bags’. I need three bags of coffee beans from Roaster’s Coffee House for Grandma’s birthday.”

I rolled my eyes, “Alright. I’m bringing Colleen with me at least.” My mom nodded and handed me the van keys. I hated taking the giant passenger vans, but with it pouring, my motorcycle wasn’t an option.

Colleen! I mind linked my best friend. We’re running errands, come artvin escort on!

Her thoughts responded instantly, Thank Goddess! Just let me tell Keith.

Colleen was one of the normal ones who found her mate at eighteen and had a litter of kids in her early twenties. They had five already, the youngest only a few months old.

When I stepped out onto the porch, the rain was coming down in buckets. What had started out as snow and slush this morning had turned to a dreary, cold rainstorm. I grabbed a jacket from just inside the door, pulling the hood over my wavy, unkempt hair.

“Sawyer!” I saw Colleen jogging through the deluge with a baby carrier in her arms. Quick as I could, I unlocked the van in the circle driveway and pulled open the side door for her. Laughing through the rain, she dove in then snapped the car seat into an open base in the front row. She climbed between the two front seats and plopped down just as I came around the driver’s side.

“I would have pulled the van up to your house!” I said, shaking the rain off my jacket.

“It’s fine. These car seat covers can keep out anything.” She wrung out her blonde ponytail. Colleen liked to dye her light brown hair even lighter which made her stand out in the pack. “But we can’t be too long. Keith’s brother is in town and they’ve threatened to let the kids watch Wrestlemania. Which we all know is going to result in my sons diving headfirst off the stairs onto one another.”

I chuckled while pulling out of the drive. Our pack land sat far back in the woods off a dirt track that was a few miles from a main highway. Going to and from town was a thirty minute trip, longer if you wanted to get to an actual grocery store. It was the perfect amount of time to catch up with my friend.

Town was fairly deserted when we pulled up to the dry cleaners, Mom’s first stop on the list. I left Colleen in the car to feed her little girl while I picked up the equivalent of a large wedding party’s garments from the cleaners. I stowed the clothes and we continued our mission. The rain had lessened a bit, so we were able to make better time than I thought at the hardware store and the garden center.

“Last stop is the coffee shop.”

“Yes!” Colleen squealed. “I’m coming in, I need caffeine in my life.” I pulled up to the curb out front, barely fitting in the spot with the huge, white van. Colleen strapped a baby carrier to her chest and slipped the sleeping infant inside.

We managed to get in the shop without drenching ourselves too badly and wiped our boots on the mat. As the door swung shut behind us, the most amazing smell hit me full in the face. I couldn’t place it with the thick coffee scent permeating the room, but it was deeply familiar somehow. I stood in the doorway, inhaling and trying to place how I knew that smell. It took me a second to realize Colleen was already approaching the order counter, throwing me an odd look over her shoulder.

I shook my head to clear it and went to the racks of coffee bags on display by the wall. I chose three kinds my grandmother liked and joined Colleen. The smell got stronger, interrupting my brain in a truly strange way. Peaches and honey. That was it.

“Are you okay?” Colleen whispered as I dropped the bags onto the counter to be rung up.

“Yeah, just a little distracted.”

We ordered and I paid, then the barista sent us to the other end of the counter to pick up our drinks. The huge, shiny espresso machine obscured the prep area behind the counter. Colleen bounced to keep the baby asleep as we waited.

“Order for Colleen!” A soft, musical voice pierced through the hum of the restaurant and my heart began to pound against my ribcage. From behind the reflective machine, a small redhead appeared.

Suddenly, the peaches and honey scent overwhelmed me and my wolf inside began howling with glee. My entire body seized up under the complete assault on my senses. The woman smiled as she slid Colleen her drink. Her perfect white teeth flashed between puffy, glossy lips. Brown eyes skated over me, then stopped as her smile faltered for a millisecond. Her gaze caught on me and in the fraction of a moment everything in my world righted itself. I felt whole and parts of me that I didn’t even know were hurting were suddenly healed.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it all faded as her gaze continued by and she went back to her work. I couldn’t move though. My eyes were locked entirely on this redheaded dream.

Colleen’s presence next to me finally fractured my concentration, but my eyes never left the redhead. “Is that…?”

“My mate,” I breathed.

Colleen’s gasp was quiet, but the huge smile that stole over her face was less than subtle. The woman turned back to us, sliding another cup across the counter. “Order for Sawyer,” she said as her eyes connected with mine again. I think I nodded, but I’m not sure.

My hand felt like lead as I moved to take the cup. The woman smiled at me, the freckles across her nose dancing with the movement of her face. I muttered a thank you and saw a slight bodrum escort blush creep over her pale skin. Then she was gone. Back behind the massive, chrome machine. I slowly turned my entire body to Colleen who was holding back a giggle.

“Holy shit.”

Her giggle escaped and she hooked my arm to drag me over to a corner table. “Sawyer!” she squealed quietly, “You found her!”

I nodded, looking back toward the counter but seeing no sign of the barista. “Why didn’t she say anything? Do you think she felt it too?”

Colleen took a sip, “Well, she had to have felt it, you were too close for her not to. Maybe she’s just shy?”

“Should I say something?”

“Not while she’s working. Maybe you can go back up and just leave the pack name so she can contact you. She’s probably part of the Moonraisers if she’s working here in town. Just tell her you’re from FW and I bet she’ll have her Alpha call your dad.”

“That’s a good idea,” I nodded. We finished our drinks while I practiced what to say. Colleen was very encouraging by telling me to make my smile more genuine and less constipated.

Finally, I felt ready. Colleen gave me a wink, then took the baby and the coffee bags to the car while I approached the counter. I ordered a tea from the first woman, then waited at the end of the counter for my mate. When she appeared with the large, steaming paper cup clutched in her perfect hand, she smiled just like before. “Sawyer?”

“Yes, I-” I took a deep breath, inhaling that beautiful peaches and honey scent, but something else, another smell, stopped me mid sentence. “Thanks!” I almost yelled and darted out of the shop.

My breathing bordered on hyperventilation when I crawled into the driver’s seat. Colleen’s smile faded as my fingers gripped the steering wheel and turned white.

“What happened? Did you tell her where to reach you? Is she-?”

“Human.”

Colleen’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“She’s human. I smelled it.”

“How? No, you must have smelled the other barista.”

“No, I’m sure it was her. She’s fully human.”

Colleen shook her head, refusing to believe it, “But…we don’t have human mates. It’s not possible. Why would the Moon Goddess choose a human for you?”

“Because I’m a freak.”

_ _

“You are not a freak.”

May was sitting on the edge of my bed after she’d turned on my lamp, stealing away the darkness I was pouting in. Colleen had talked and talked the whole way home about all the possible scenarios for me thinking my mate was human. Her theories included that the woman was masking her scent, that she was some new hybrid, that I was mistakenly smelling the other barista, and finally, that she was some sort of magic user that was disguising herself for a dangerous coffee heist.

That last one, she admitted, was a bit far fetched. When we got back, she immediately relayed what happened to my sister-in-law while I went up to my room. I loved Colleen, but the woman couldn’t keep anything to herself.

“Sawyer, listen to me,” May waited until I sat up and looked at her. “The Moon Goddess does not make mistakes. If she’s your mate, you need to go back there. Get to know her, ask her on a date, see if she feels the same way.”

“A date?”

“Yes! Take her out to dinner or something. Maybe she’s your mate or maybe she isn’t, but you’ll never know until you spend more time with her.”

It was good advice. I loved and hated her for it. But it was how I found myself outside Roaster’s Coffee House the following morning wearing nicer clothes and holding my bike helmet on my hip.

“Okay, I can do this. Just say hi,” I murmured to myself. I opened the door, hearing the familiar chime overhead. It was warm and the same coffee smell greeted me, this time though, there was no undercurrent of peach. “Shit,” I muttered. In all of my musings and preparations, I hadn’t accounted for her not being there.

Still, I continued in and placed my order with a helpful barista, then took my drink to a corner to rethink the plan. Plopping my helmet onto the seat next to me, I slouched forward head in my hands. After five minutes, I concluded that this was very stupid. Monumentally stupid. Why had I listened to May? I’d woken up early, actually done something with my wild, brown waves, put on lip gloss and mascara, and worn a real bra.

“So stupid.”

“I’m sorry to bother you, but are you alright?” I lifted my head to find the person who interrupted me was the cashier. She was tall, blonde, and smiley, though at the moment her brow was furrowed with concern.

“Yeah- yeah I’m fine. Just, uh, having a rough morning.”

She grinned, “Anything I can do to make it better?” The flirtatious lilt to her voice was unmistakable. My stomach lurched.

“Uh, n-nope. No, I’m good. Just gonna drink this, um, tea. Yup.”

The blonde batted her eyelashes, “Well, my shift ends at three, so if you change your mind, I’ll be out then.” Then she honest-to-goddess winked before walking away. I would have rolled my eyes at that, but the information she gave me was valuable. They switched shifts in the afternoon. If I came back after three, my mate would probably be in. I downed my tea, which was just a touch too hot still, tossed my cup, and trotted out to my bike. As I peeled away from the curb, my entire body vibrated at a higher frequency than the engine. I would see my mate later.

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This is my entry in the Summer Lovin’ 2024 competition. It’s a slow-burn romance, so if you’re after something more immediate, or the D/s from my prior stories, you’re probably better off looking elsewhere.

As always, many thanks to TheNyxianLily for editing and reviewing this story. Also, thanks to Nellymcboatface for critiquing my earlier work and pushing me to write something different and enter a competition.

Marie sighed as she looked through her bedroom window at the rain-swept street below. Sat on her bed in the cramped room, were her best friends, Nicole and Beccy.

“It’s not that bad,” said Nicole. “He was a bit of a dick.”

Marie turned from the thrumming sound of rain with teary eyes. “You said you liked him.”

Nicole shrugged. “Only because you were going out with him. I never did like him. If you ask me, you’re better off on your own.”

“I just wanted someone to — oh, I don’t know — someone to care. Someone who got me. Someone who prefers spending time with me to his damned PlayStation.”

Beccy snorted. “So one boy demanded you sleep with him or he wouldn’t date you any more? Who cares? You’re the hottest girl in school. And a natural platinum blonde too.” She rolled her eyes in mock envy. “Get yourself someone better. What about Laurence Saunders?”

Marie shook her head. “I don’t want someone else so soon –“

“Laurence?” said Nicole. “Isn’t he going out with Audrey?”

Beccy nodded. “Yeah, I think so. Though Marie could totally steal him away. What about Dominic Henderson then?”

Marie held her hands out. “Like I said, I’m not looking –“

Nicole nodded. “Dom’s alright. But didn’t he and his family move to Scotland? How about Max?”

Beccy laughed. “Ugh. He spits when he talks. It’s not the most romantic thing. Imagine.” She slid off the bed onto one knee before Marie and mimed opening a ring box. When she spoke, spit flew from her mouth. “Marie, will you marry me? And spend the rest of your life washing your hair after every conversation?”

“I don’t want anybody,” Marie said. “I won’t replace one dickhead with another, and there’s nobody that great at school. Besides, I should be revising for my A-Levels, not looking for a new boyfriend. I appreciate the thought, but I don’t want you two playing matchmaker. I’ll do without any dates for a while.”

Beccy sat back. “I’ll only promise that, if you promise not to spend your evenings moping about, listening to Adele. We’ve only got a couple of months of school left. You’ll get into a good uni, and that’ll be full of older boys. You need to expand your horizons, that’s all. The world is bigger than our school. Remember when I dated that boy from St Andrew’s?”

Nicole glanced at Marie. “The one who cheated on you?”

“OK, maybe not a great example, but it does show there are plenty more blokes out there beyond our school. All Marie needs to do is keep her eyes open for her soul-mate and not let him go when she meets him.”

⛱️

“We should go to Spain.”

Marie and Nicole were stretching in preparation for their football match, the smell of fresh-cut grass filling the air. They looked up to see Beccy joining them.

“Spain?” said Nicole. “Why do you want to go to Spain?”

Beccy smiled. “Boys, beaches and booze.”

Marie straightened up. “You’ve got a boyfriend already, remember? So does Nicole.”

“Yes, but you don’t. It’s like I said the other day: you need to broaden your horizons. In the clubs in Spain, we’ll find the boys from all of Europe.”

Nicole laughed. “It sounds crowded.”

Beccy said, “Come on, show some more enthusiasm. I got the idea from watching The Inbetweeners Movie last night. In the film they go on holiday to Spain after leaving school, looking to meet girls. We should do that. One more bash before adult life swallows us up and spits us back out when we retire.”

Marie shook her head. “My mum and dad would never agree. You know how overprotective they can be.”

“So tell them you’ve been revising hard and need a break. Nicole, you see what a good idea this is, don’t you?”

“I dunno. Maybe? It does sound fun. But where would we go?”

Nicole smiled. “That’s more like it. We’ll hire a villa or apartment, just the three of us. Somewhere far too hot and near the beach. We can spend our days tanning, and our evenings at clubs.”

“Hang on,” said Marie. “If we do go, we should see the sights. There must be museums or churches to visit.”

Beccy shook her head. “Holidays are wasted on you.”

⛱️

Stepping out of the airport, the heat was a looming presence, even as dusk swept over the land.

Beccy marched along the pavement, her luggage a jiggling attendant behind her. “If it’s this hot at night, the beach is going to be cooking at lunchtime. We’ve definitely picked the right place for a holiday.”

Struggling to keep up, Marie looked around. “There’s a bus to town over there. Or we could get a taxi.”

“Taxi,” said Nicole beside her. “After being cramped up in that plane for so long, I don’t want to get on a bus. What’s the van escort address again?”

Stopping to get out her phone, Marie brought up the app.

“Never mind,” called Beccy. “I’ve got it up on my phone. Quick, here’s a taxi.”

Marie and Nicole broke into a trot to reach the white Prius. As Marie ran, hand luggage in one hand and pulling her case with the other, her phone slipped from her sweaty fingers. Desperately, she tried to catch it, but it slipped away to crashed to the ground with a dull thud, its screen a spider’s web of cracks. Pressing the power button left the screen black, and Marie swore.

Nicole stared at it over her shoulder. “Great start to the holiday. Come on, there’s nothing you can do about it now. Let’s get to the villa.”

The taxi was comfortable, with soft, fur-covered seats embracing Marie as she sat in the back, and soft jazz coming from the radio. It smelled of cheap air freshener. Beccy was in the front passenger seat and soon gave the driver directions.

“Beccy,” Marie said, “ask him if there’s a phone repair shop in town.” To Beccy’s questioning look, she held up her phone.

Beccy had studied A-Level Spanish, so she did her best at a piecemeal conversation, before turning back to Marie. “He says this is a rural area. Your best bet is to head to the nearest big town, but that’s fifty miles away.” Marie’s heart sank. “No, not fifty miles. Fifty kilometres. What’s that: thirty-five miles?”

“It’s still too far. Can you message my mum to let her know when we’ve arrived safely, and tell her she’ll need to call your phone if she wants to talk to me.”

She settled back to enjoy the view, with the curving country roads and slumbering villas lit by the westering sun, under a sky of red and burnt orange streaks. After twenty minutes, they reached the villa, a single-story white building with a pool glinting through the gate. The taxi left them with their luggage, and Beccy entered the code to the key safe built into the wall. But when she opened it, an empty space stared back at them.

“No keys!” she said. “We’re in the middle of nowhere without a car, and we can’t get into the house.” She looked around at the darkened land. “Are there wolves in Spain?”

“Don’t panic,” said Marie. “There are people in the house.”

Nicole gazed in at a window. “You’re right. I can see a woman walking around. The bloody owners haven’t left yet.”

Marie pressed the doorbell and stepped back. A forty-something woman in lilac lounge-wear opened the door.

“We’re here for the rental,” said Marie.

The woman frowned. “What about it?” Marie was surprised her accent was English rather than Spanish.

“Well, uh, can we have the house now?”

The woman stared at her for a moment. “No. Of course not.”

It was Marie’s turn to go silent for a moment. “But we paid for it.”

Another woman, of about the same age, came to the door. “What’s going on?”

The first woman said, “They say there’s a problem with our booking, and they want the villa back.”

Realising the problem, Marie said, “Wait — you’ve booked this villa? We have too.”

The two women glanced at each other, then one brought out a phone and held it out to show a booking app. “There you go. We’ve booked this place for the next two weeks.”

Beccy stepped forward and showed her own phone. “So have we, but on another app. They’ve double-booked us.”

The women softened. “You’ll have to take it up with the company. There’re only three beds, and three of us already here, plus my daughter’s flying out in a few days.”

Beccy whined, “But we’ve got nowhere to stay.”

A third woman came to the door, and Marie was entranced by her long chestnut hair and warm brown eyes. The other two quickly brought her up to speed.

The new woman said, “We’ve got to let them in. The double booking’s not their fault any more than it’s ours, and they’ve got to sleep somewhere, the poor dears. Come in girls.” She turned to them. “This is Josie, that’s Savannah, and I’m Alice.”

Marie introduced herself and her friends as they tramped into the villa, admiring the clean white walls, the spaciousness, the minimalist cream sofas and the inviting pool glistening through a screen door.

Beccy said, “It’s a bit warm. Can you turn the air con on?”

The three older women laughed, and Alice said, “It’s bust. With that and the double-booking, we won’t be leaving a five-star review. OK, there are two keys. Savannah, why don’t you give your key to one of the girls?”

Nicole took it and placed it in her purse.

With a yawn, Alice said, “It’s getting late, and we need to sort out sleeping arrangements. There are three bedrooms, and each has a double bed.”

Savannah opted to move into Josie’s room, and Nicole and Beccy agreed to share what had been Savannah’s. They started wheeling their luggage in.

Marie looked doubtfully at Alice. “I guess we’re sharing, then.”

Alice shook her head. “Don’t be silly. You don’t even know me, so I wouldn’t expect you to share a bed with me. I’ll take the yalova escort sofa.”

“No, you don’t have to do that. I can’t throw you out of your own bed.”

“It’s OK,” said Alice. “Besides, it’s way too hot to share a bed without air conditioning. I’ll grab a sheet, and you can have the bed all to yourself.”

⛱️

Marie woke and stretched in her soft bed, enjoying the rasp of the sheets against her naked body. A rapping on the door made her sit up.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Alice. I wanted to see if you were up. It’s gone eleven.”

Marie noticed bright sunlight streaming through the blinds.

“Uh, yeah, I’m up.” Marie slid out of bed.

The doorknob turned. “Good, because my clothes are still in here.”

Marie dived for the bed cover and wrapped it around herself as Alice entered in her silk pyjamas.

“Sorry,” said Alice. “I thought you were dressed.”

Marie shrugged. “I just woke up. I always sleep in late.”

Alice rooted through a drawer, and brought out a yellow sundress and light cardigan. “I’ll go change in the bathroom. Your friends left ages ago to visit the beach. They said to meet them there. They also said you’d not wake for a long time.”

When Alice left, Marie slipped into a pale blue bikini, slapped on sunblock, then hunted for her phone.

“Are you decent?” came Alice’s voice.

Marie told her to enter as she found her phone. She’d forgotten what had happened to it.

Alice looked in another drawer. “I forgot to get shoes.” She glanced up at Marie. Did her eyes widen as she noticed Marie in the bikini? “Are you OK?”

Marie showed her phone. “I guess I’m not calling my friends.”

“I’ll get mine. You can call them on that.”

Marie stopped her with a hand on her arm. “I don’t know their numbers. I’ll stay in the villa rather than walk the beach looking for them.”

Alice looked at her for a moment. “You can’t stay in on your own on the first day of your holiday. Why don’t you come out with us? We’re going to get some brunch, and we might see your friends.”

Marie put her phone down. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

Alice smiled, and Marie noticed how it lit up her eyes. “You won’t be, I promise. I just hope us old folks aren’t too boring for you. And we’ve got no spare keys, so you wouldn’t be able to lock up if you left after us. We’ve got nowhere on sorting out the bookings yet.”

Marie left the villa with the older women. Savannah and Josie walked together, and behind them trailed Marie and Alice, as Marie experienced the sweltering Spanish sun and heat for the first time. Her flip-flops flapped against the cracked concrete walk.

“So, are you at university?” said Alice.

“Hopefully. We just finished school, so I’m waiting for my exam results to see which uni I got into.”

“Exciting times. Oh to be eighteen again. What are you going to study?”

“French and business.”

Alice laughed. “So you came to Spain to brush up on your French?”

“This wasn’t my first choice of destination. So what do you all do?”

“Savannah’s a housewife. Josie’s retired, believe it or not, and only forty. I’m a doctor. We all met at university.”

The women stopped at a gaudily-painted food stall, above which hung a sign declaring it to be “Mario’s”.

“We think he’s Mario,” said Alice, pointing to the portly middle-aged man serving pizzas from the van. “Sometimes there’s a younger man, sometimes a woman. We think they’re family, and we think they’re all called Mario. But the pizzas are the best you’ll ever eat.”

“I thought the best pizzas were made in Italy?”

“That’s because you haven’t tried one of Mario’s.”

Marie shook her head. “I’m not hungry.”

Alice linked their arms and pulled her forward. “I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer. Seriously, you have to try this pizza.” Nearer the van, the delicious aroma reminded Marie how long it had been since she’d eaten.

After buying the food, they took seats on hard wooden benches nearby, under the welcome shelter of sun-shades. Marie picked her pizza up from its paper plate and took a bite. The delicate tastes of cheese, tomato and ham thrilled her mouth, while the hot pizza melted in her mouth. She let out a moan, then looked up to see the others staring at her, smiles on their faces.

“I told you,” said Alice. “I knew you’d enjoy it.”

“I’ve never eaten anything like this. It’s like my taste buds have died and gone to heaven.”

After their meal, they strolled further along the beach.

“No sign of your friends,” said Josie.

“Don’t worry,” said Alice. “You’re welcome to hang out with us some more. What’s the plan for today, ladies? There are some caves near here. The guides say –“

“No caves,” said Savannah.

Alice kicked a stone off the path. “You two never give a good answer when we discuss what to do.”

“The plan,” said Josie, “is to lie on the beach, drink cocktails, and stare at the bodies on display.”

Alice’s head dropped. “You’re married.”

Josie shrugged. “I said I’d look, not touch. çorlu escort Don’t worry, I’m sure there’ll be a few beautiful ladies too. Perhaps one would like to meet a nice doctor.”

Alice sighed. “I told you, I’m not looking for anyone.”

An uncomfortable silence settled between them, and Marie looked at Alice in a new light.

“I’d like to see the caves,” said Marie. “I’m not much of one for beaches.”

Alice smiled, “You see, that’s what a good answer sounds like.”

Josie shook her head. “Why did you two come out here if you don’t enjoy spending your days on the beach? We’ll see you back at the villa. Come find us when you’ve enjoyed your afternoon in the cold and damp.”

The caves were set back from the beach, and it was a long walk to reach them. Only a small group entered; apparently, most people agreed the beach was the real attraction. Inside, it was cool and dark. Marie stared in open-mouthed wonder at the enormous arches of rock above their heads, but soon began to shiver out of the day’s heat. Alice’s hands pressed on her shoulders, and Marie realised she’d wrapped her cardigan around her.

“I couldn’t have you be cold. And you didn’t know to dress more warmly.”

A guide led them deeper and deeper into the complex. At one point, they came to a large step, and Alice clambered up first, before offering Marie her hand. After being pulled up, neither of them let go, and they held hands as they listened to the guide talk about how old the caves were, and how they had been formed over the course of time. It felt the natural thing to do, and Marie enjoyed the soft yet warm touch.

Eventually, they finished their tour, and emerged into the bright sunlight and heat, which was a furnace after the cool caverns. As they strolled back along the sea-front, Marie heard her name called, and looked over her shoulder to see Nicole and Beccy. Instinctively, she let go of Alice’s hand as the other two ran up. Feeling bad about it, she reached for it again, but Alice had crossed her arms.

⛱️

Back at the villa, they found Savannah and Josie relaxing around the pool. They ordered a Chinese meal, which was delivered on a puttering moped, and was swimming in grease. Marie sat between Nicole and Beccy while they ate, but she found her gaze constantly drifting to Alice.

When bedtime came around, Alice gathered the sheet to sleep on the sofa again, but Marie stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“You’re no longer a stranger, and I wouldn’t want you to keep sleeping on the sofa. Share the bed with me; I promise I don’t snore.”

Alice smiled. “Are you sure? Especially after what you learned about me today?”

“I trust you. And you know I’m straight, so you won’t get the wrong idea.”

Marie settled on some light and loose cotton pyjamas. She changed in the bathroom, then slipped into the bed. Alice changed in the bathroom too, coming out in a loose nightgown, then joined Marie.

After a moment, Marie said, “I enjoyed myself today. The beach wouldn’t have been half as interesting. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” said Alice. “I had much the same problem with the sun worshippers I came with. Maybe we could do something similar another day.”

“I’d like that. It’s a shame you’re not a boy; we get on so well.”

“I hope you don’t invite boys into your bed a day after meeting them.”

Marie laughed. “No, I’ve never done that. I don’t just mean after a day, I mean at all. Nicole and Beccy have been suggesting I break that duck on this holiday, but when I do, it’ll be with someone I care about. And someone who cares about me. There’s got to be more to it than physical attraction.”

“You’re wise beyond your years. I wish I’d had a head like yours on my shoulders when I was your age. Looks were all I cared about back then. But not anymore.”

“I’m not saying looks don’t matter. A hot boy is still a hot boy. I’m sure you must get a lot of attention from women, being so attractive.”

The bed rocked, and Marie guessed Alice had rolled onto her side. Her breath was cool on Marie’s face.

“Are you saying you find me attractive, Marie?”

“No, I’m saying you’re pretty, and attractive to people who like women. Not me.”

Alice laughed. “OK. But since we’re discussing each other’s looks, to my eyes, you’re painfully beautiful.”

Marie snorted. “Painfully?”

“Painfully. I’ve never seen a woman as gorgeous as you before. When we’re apart, I find myself doubting my memory; nobody could be as stunning as I remember you. And then when I see you again, I realise my memory didn’t do you justice.”

They were silent for a moment, and Alice said, “I hope I haven’t made it weird, saying that. I promise I won’t do anything; you’re far too young. And you’ve made it clear that you’re not into women”

“No,” said Marie. “But that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

⛱️

Marie’s dreams were of a shadowy man, whose face she never quite saw. But somehow, with dream logic, she knew he was handsome, and more experienced than her. He took her on fancy dates, before they went back to his room. On waking during the night, she found herself cuddling Alice. She extricated herself, careful not to wake her, their bodies stuck together with dried sweat. The same thing happened twice more. She was relieved to finally wake alone with the sun up.

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Hi all

Long time, no see.

I’m sorry for the long absence. Honestly, it’s a combination of writer’s block and a touch of insecurity. And that’s not to say that I haven’t been trying – it feels like every other week, a new story idea comes to me, I’ll bash out a few pages, and then stop, realise it’s not really going anywhere, and discard it for the next one. Anyway, after years and years of this cycle, I’ve finally managed to stick the landing on this one. It’s not very long, but it’s something. I hope you enjoy it!

Few announcements. First of all, one thing I’ve realised is that I’ve been violating the cardinal rule of storytelling, to have a beginning, middle and end, and I’ve been writing stories without an end. So now, I’m not going to write any more stories that I don’t have an ending for. What this means, sadly, is that I’m done with writing series. From now on, my stories will be self-contained. And this unfortunately means that most of my series that didn’t have a conclusion probably won’t have one now. None of them have a sad ending though – they’re all ‘happily ever after.’

Second, since describing the characters in the body of my stories was beginning to feel a bit clunky, I’ve decided to write brief descriptions of the appearances of the key characters at the beginning. If nothing else, it’s a helpful reference point.

Third, I’m afraid I can’t make any promises for when my next stories will come out. But I can promise that I’ll put in every bit of effort I can to make them happen!

Stay safe!

Cheers

GT

=== Character descriptions ===

Sophie: 22 years old, short, with long, straight blonde hair, green eyes and pale skin. Cute face with a small, button nose. Very skinny frame, with average sized boobs and a small bum. Holly’s stepsister. Posh accent.

Holly: 23 years old, slightly taller than Sophie, but still much shorter than Emily. Shoulder-length hair, brunette, also straight, with grey eyes, olive skin, a slightly more muscular frame, with slightly smaller boobs and a slightly larger bum. Sophie’s stepsister and Emily’s girlfriend. Also has a posh accent.

Emily: 23 years old, very tall, with long, curly red hair and freckles and bright green eyes. An athletic, statuesque frame, muscular legs and stomach, large boobs and perfect bum. Scottish, with thick accent.

=== Story ===

Sophie was not a morning person.

Bleary-eyed and with a face like a zombie, she was sitting at the small table in her living room, barely able to concentrate on her spoon as she slowly worked her way through a small bowl of Shreddies. Fortunately, she had no lectures today – though what she would do instead, she wasn’t entirely sure.

Still, it was nice to rest up a little, and perhaps catch up on some coursework.

Her scrambled thoughts were jolted into reality by the sound of her stepsister, Holly’s door opening down the hall and some very heavy footsteps heading towards the living room. And just as she was lifting another heaped spoonful up to her mouth, the door suddenly flew open and in walked Emily, her stepsister’s girlfriend.

“Heyyy!”

Forcing a smile despite herself, Sophie raised a hand. “Morning,” she replied.

“Sleep well?” Emily asked, making her way into the kitchen and rummaging through the fridge.

“Yeah, I slept all right,” Sophie lied.

In truth, sleep always took a long time coming whenever Emily was visiting – because, unfortunately, so did Emily. And she seemed to be determined to let everyone in the building know when she did.

“Had a fun night?”

“You know it,” Emily grinned, winking at her.

“I… I meant… your dinner.”

“I know. And so did I. Why, what did you think I meant?”

“Never mind,” Sophie put her spoon down and pretended to wipe sleep from her eyes to mask her holding the bridge of her nose in frustration. She could almost cope with Emily’s teasing – even this early in the morning. And she wasn’t overly bothered by the fact that she was now helping herself to Sophie’s cereal.

But why the fuck did she have to walk around with barely any clothes on?

Every single breakfast the morning after spending the night, it was the same. She would be wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a skimpy top with no bra, her huge boobs almost tearing through it and her rock-hard nipples poking right out, challenging her to a staring contest. Today was no different – only the panties were white lace, and the top was pink.

I bet you she eats standing up, Sophie thought to herself.

Sure enough, Emily paced around the table and ate her cereal, nattering away about nothing in particular while Sophie tried to keep her eyes fixed on her bowl and ignore the girl’s crotch and cute, perky bum, which were right at eye level for her.

Eventually, though, Sophie was finished with her cereal. She got up – taking care not to accidentally go face-first into Emily’s crotch – and balıkesir escort went to clear her bowl away.

“Right. I need to head back to my room. Loads of work to do. I’ll see you later.”

“See ya, girl!”

She went to go past Emily, but as she did so, Emily stopped her.

“Can I have a hug?” she asked.

“Okay,” Sophie reluctantly agreed. Because the height difference, her face was pressed almost right in between the girl’s boobs as she embraced her. She had to keep completely still so she didn’t accidentally motorboat her.

This girl has literally just woken up, and she’d spent the night fucking. How did she smell so nice?

“Have a nice day, lovely. I’ll see you later,” she kissed her forehead, and released her. Sophie headed out into the hall, just in time to see Holly leaving the bathroom.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

“Morning,” Holly mumbled back. “Did you sleep al-“

“Yes!” Sophie shot back.

Holly sighed. “I’m so sorry, Soph. It’s just, we got back quite a bit later, and…”

“No, it’s fine. Sorry, I shouldn’t have been so snappy,” Sophie said, more gently. “It’s just…”

“No, I get it. I get it completely. And I promise we’ll try to be more discreet in future. Listen, I need to have a shower -“

“Yes, you do,” Sophie cut in, cheekily, making a show of wrinkling her nose, followed by an “Ow!” as Holly punched her lightly in the arm.

“SO, I’ll need to get going,” Holly continued. “But there’s something I wanted to talk to you about. Are you in all day?”

“Yeah. I’ll be in my room.”

“Okay. I’ll come by when Emmy goes to work.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

She made her way to her room, trying not to rush. But once she was inside, she quickly locked the door, climbed back under the covers and dug her hands into her soaking wet knickers.

The truth was, Sophie didn’t dislike Emily at all. Quite the opposite. Her problem was that she fancied the pants off her. She was hot, she was funny, she was charming and she was flirty. She was every bit Sophie’s type. Apart from the fact that she was dating her stepsister.

If Holly had been any other person, Sophie might’ve avoided spending time with them, since she struggled to cope with situations where she had a crush on someone who was so inaccessible to her. But Holly had been her stepsister for 10 years, they’d gone through all of their awkward teenage years together, and had supported each other through their big ‘coming out’ moments – first when Holly had come out as bisexual, and then a year later when Sophie had come out as a lesbian. Plus, they had been living together in this flat for three years, since they started university. By that point, Holly’s relationship with Emily was still quite new, and she was only her second girlfriend, so Sophie had been so happy for her.

Fortunately, Holly was a very laid-back person, and not the jealous type. She was always apologetic about her girlfriend’s exhibitionist streak, and didn’t mind that she flirted with Sophie. For her part, Sophie had grown used to keeping herself together and pretending to be unaffected by it. At least until she had privacy.

Once she had finished herself off – biting down on her pillow to muffle her screams – and cleaned up, she changed into her normal clothes, sat at her desk, opened her laptop and got started.

***

Knock knock knock

“Come in!” Sophie closed her laptop and swivelled round in her chair.

“Hiya,” Holly entered. “Are you free?”

“Absolutely. You said you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. Well, I hope not anyway.” She went and sat on the bed, patting the space next to her.

That was quite strange, she thought. Why would Holly want her to come and sit right next to her, rather than just across from each other like this?

She got up and went and sat next to her, crossing her legs under her. Holly sat round and looked her right in the eyes.

“So, you know how Emily and I had our anniversary dinner last night?” she began.

“Uh huh?”

“Well, for her anniversary present, I was hoping to organise something really special tomorrow night, in the flat…”

“And you want the space to yourselves? That’s absolutely fine,” Sophie cut in.

“Actually, no.” There was something about Holly’s expression as she said this that was strange. She was building to ask an uncomfortable question.

“Well, there’s something that we’ve been talking about for some time, and I thought that… just as an extra-special anniversary present, I’d ask… uhh…”

Now she was really nervous. Sophie frowned. Then she had a sudden thought.

“You’re going to ask her to marry you!?”

“What? Oh, God no!” Holly laughed. “I think we’re a bit too young for that!”

“Okay. I won’t try guessing anymore!” Sophie chuckled. “What is it you’re trying to say?”

“Look, I’ll just come straight out with it,” Holly said. “We’ve been bartın escort thinking about having an all-girl threesome. She’d really like you to be the third girl.”

One could probably have driven a bus through the silence that followed. Sophie had not been expecting this at all. To say she was shocked would be an understatement.

Finally, though, she found her voice. “And you? What do you think?”

“Well, if I’m being honest, when she asked, I had the same response as you. Us being stepsisters and all. But thinking about it, I think I’d rather we have someone I know and trust in there, rather than a complete stranger. You understand?”

“Yeah, I understand.” Sophie leaned back. “And does she know about… well… about me still being a virgin?”

Holly hung her head.

“I’m afraid so. It may have slipped out when she first suggested it. I’m really sorry.”

“No, no, it’s all right,” Sophie reassured her. “I’m not insecure about it or anything. Actually, it’s probably a good thing you told her.”

“Full disclosure, I think it’s part of the reason she’s quite keen on it. I think she likes the idea of being someone’s first.”

“So, it would just be you and me, having sex with Emily?”

“Yes. There doesn’t have to be anything between us.”

“That’s good to know.”

She was silent for a moment and thought.

“Wow, I… I was not expecting you to ask that, for sure! Hmmm… Well, I’m not going to lie to you, Holly. I certainly can’t say that I’m not… at least a little curious about the idea. Emily has always been so sweet to me.”

“That’s one way of describing it!” Holly joked.

“Yeah, I guess,” Sophie smiled.

“I know it’s a big ask, Soph,” Holly continued. “Especially as it would be your first time. So it’s completely fine if you say no. Completely fine.”

“No, you know what? It’s your anniversary present. I’m interested.”

“Really? You mean it?” A small smile of relief began to form on Holly’s face.

“Yes! I mean it!”

“Oh my gosh, fantastic!” Holly smiled. She leaned forward and they shared a brief hug. “So… would you mind if I talked you through my plan for the evening? How I envisaged everything playing out?”

“Go ahead!”

***

Sophie didn’t have any experience of threesomes – actually, scratch that, she had no experience of anything sexual. But she had a feeling that it was rare for this much planning to go into one.

Holly had spent the whole day getting the place ready for the night – tidying up, laying rose petals everywhere, lighting scented candles, the whole works. Then, after a quick bite to eat, she had asked Sophie if she could get her ready for the evening, since she was technically Emily’s present.

Sophie had foolishly agreed.

What had followed was a very long three hours of being ordered around and slaved over. First, Holly had made her take a long bath with an assortment of scented oils, and made her wash her hair with a specific shampoo and conditioner. Then she had made her moisturize, and while they were waiting for her hair to dry, she had made her try on an assortment of sexy lingerie, finally settling on a pink bodysuit with absolutely no other underwear. Then she had sat her in a chair and done her makeup, before finally drying and styling her hair.

To be fair, it was definitely worth the extra effort. Even though she wasn’t used to looking or dressing like this, she definitely felt sexy.

Holly had taken the time to get herself ready as well, although she was wearing a lovely, long, black dinner dress. Sophie had been instructed to lie on Holly’s bed, and Holly had thrown some more rose petals over her and the bed.

She had just finished, when there was a knock at the door.

“Okay, I’ll get that. You just wait here. Stay completely silent, and for God’s sake, don’t fuck up your makeup,” she whispered.

Sophie nodded, and she left the room.

Holly was gone for about fifteen minutes, and although Sophie could hear distinct conversations, they were a bit muffled through the door. She already knew roughly what Holly was doing – she had already told her that she was going to entertain Emily for a little bit and give her something to drink, before introducing her to the plans for the evening.

Finally, she heard her leading Emily to the bedroom door, and the conversation became clearer.

“You first, babe,” she heard her say.

The door opened. And Emily’s face was a picture when she saw what greeted her.

Fighting back her nerves, Sophie gave her a shy smile and a little wave.

“Oh… my God,” Emily breathed. “Is this really happening?”

“Yep,” Holly said, proudly.

“Wow. I had a few thoughts in my head about what you might’ve had planned for tonight. But I didn’t expect this!”

She went and sat down on the bed, opposite Sophie. Reaching out, she tenderly brushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“May I?” she asked.

Sophie nodded, bashfully. batman escort Emily placed a hand on her cheek, leaned in and kissed her. At first, it was a soft, delicate kiss with her lips gently brushing against Sophie’s. Then she felt her tongue pushing into her mouth, and allowed it in. Their tongues entwined, and Emily’s kiss became more passionate.

After a good minute of this, Emily turned to see that Holly had slipped her dress off, revealing the dark blue, lace lingerie she had on underneath. She gestured for her to approach, and started kissing her as well.

Watching them, Sophie absent-mindedly started rubbing herself. The crotch on her bodysuit was already starting to get wet, just from the kiss. She had kissed one other girl before, quite a few times, but they had been clumsy and rushed, the kind that teenagers shared when learning how to do it. This one had been slow, careful and tender. It was amazing.

When Emily broke off her kiss with Holly, she turned back to Sophie, and there was a look on her face that she had never seen before – a look that was so full of lust that it looked almost feral.

Without breaking eye contact, she lifted her hips up, reached under her skirt and slid her panties down her legs. Once they were off, she got up and crawled over to Sophie.

Grabbing her by the legs, she pulled her down the bed, and climbed onto her. She kissed her again, and then started kissing and suckling her neck. Sophie let out a gasp as she did so, and then a moan when Emily removed one of her breasts from behind the thin fabric of the bodysuit and started to suck and nibble it.

Behind her, Holly had pushed the dress up a little. She spread her pussy lips and started to hungrily eat her out. Emily moaned into Sophie’s boobs, but continued her attention, removing the other boob from its hiding place and alternating between the two.

She stopped what she was doing and slid the dress up over her head. Throwing it aside, she reached behind her and unclipped her bra. Now fully nude, she climbed further up Sophie’s body – drawing a small yelp of protest from Holly as her pussy suddenly got pulled away from her, and she had to chase it. Taking each boob in her hand, one-by-one, she began to feed them to Sophie.

“That’s it, suck on them, baby,” she whispered. “Show ’em some love. Ooh yes, baby, yes!” She exhaled loudly as Sophie suckled, and as Holly continued to eat her out.

With two girls working on her, Emily’s moans began to get louder and louder – she was reaching orgasm far quicker than either had known her to. But after a minute, she stopped them.

“Hold on,” she said breathlessly. “I have a better idea. I’ll lie down flat. Sophie, you go down to the end and eat me out. I’m really, really close, and I want you to bring a girl to orgasm for your first time. Holly, you come up here and ride my face. It’s your turn for some attention.”

Both girls acquiesced, and each moved into their new positions, with Holly removing her underwear and climbing up onto Emily’s face. At the other end, after removing her bodysuit, Sophie lay down between Emily’s legs and stared at her soft, hairless and bright pink pussy, which had been taunting her for the last few years.

Sophie started with a few experimental licks – she was surprised to discover that she liked the taste. She hadn’t been sure what to expect, but hadn’t expected it to be as pleasant as it was. Remembering something from the most recent video she’d watched, Sophie began to carefully but firmly massage around the lips, teasing them with her tongue and very gently biting on them.

The moaning at the other end of the bed indicated that she was on the right track.

Carefully spreading Emily with her hands, Sophie searched for, and eventually found her clit. Sucking it into her mouth, she began to roll it around on her tongue. This drew a very immediate response. Grabbing her by the thighs to hold her steady, Sophie buried her face in Emily’s pussy and began to eat her out.

At the other end, Emily was ecstatic. With Holly riding her face, and Sophie proving such a natural at eating pussy, she was having the time of her life. Before long, she was screaming loudly into Holly’s pussy as her orgasm hit. Emily normally took a long time to cum, but when she did, hers were extremely intense. It was difficult for her to concentrate, but she managed to keep up with Holly’s thrusts, and even in the throes of ecstasy, she managed to bring her to climax as well.

As their cries continued, Sophie kept up her pace, trying to prolong Emily’s orgasm as long as possible. Her pussy had become even wetter as her juices spilled out of her, and Sophie hungrily lapped them up. Listening to the girl she had fantasised about for so long making that noise was heavenly. Tasting her was another level above that.

Finally, though, the noises began to die down, and Holly climbed off of Emily, lying down by her side. They crawled into each other’s arms and started to kiss. Unsure about what to do, Sophie gave Emily a few last licks, and then awkwardly crawled over to join them.

When she got there, Emily released Holly, turned over and started to kiss her as well. For the next few minutes they just lay there, in Emily’s arms, while she took turns kissing them.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.

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After the last art class, the Headmaster decided the students had had enough sculpting. He judged Robin’s work as the best, and Valerie’s as the second best. As a prize, he left a package in their room. They opened it to find a game called Suits and Shots.

The game included a bottle of wine and a deck of cards, with a note that said “Since you enjoyed the last game so much.” More importantly, he permitted them to play – as long as they followed the rules.

The cards were separated into two decks: face cards and aces in one, and the remaining cards in the other deck. The rules looked fairly easy: start with the non-face cards, draw one, follow the instructions on it, and then remove it from the deck. If you draw any Ten, switch to the face-card deck for the rest of the game.

Valerie went first and drew the Three of Clubs. She read the rules on the card. “Let’s see… it says: remove one article of your clothing.” She took off a sock (both girls already had their shoes off) and tossed it on the floor.

Robin drew the Two of Hearts. “Hmm, I get to remove one of yours, but I have to do it using only my mouth.” She leaned down and grabbed the top of Val’s other sock with her teeth, easily pulling it off.

Val drew the Seven of Diamonds. “Drink a shot – without using your hands. If you spill any, remove any clothes that got wet. Hmm.. that doesn’t sound too hard.” She poured a shot, and then leaned down and took the glass into her mouth. She slowly tilted it up, letting it flow into her mouth. But she wasn’t ready for the strong taste, and the glass fell as she coughed, splashing onto her skirt. She unzipped and wiggled out of it.

Robin reached over and felt her roommate’s panties. “What are you doing?” Val asked. “Just checking to see if your panties are wet too,” she replied, smiling. “Well, they may be wet, but it’s not because I spilled wine on them.”

Robin drew the Nine of Spades. “Oooh… remove all of your clothing above the waist… hey, that’s not fair!” Robin laughed. She wasn’t wearing much – just her blouse and bra. She removed both, exposing her soft round breasts.

“Five of Diamonds: You and a player of your choice each drink a full glass of wine. Whoever finishes rize escort last removes two articles of clothing.” She filled two glasses and handed one to her roommate. “Ready?” Robin nodded. “Go!”

Both girls started to drink, but Val finished first. Robin removed both of her socks. “That’s strong; I’m not used to drinking wine,” Robin confessed.

She drew the Eight of Hearts. “Massage another player for five minutes.” She had Val lie face down and began to massage her feet. She slowly worked her way up her roommate’s calves and thighs. “Mmm… that feels great…” Val moaned.

As she massaged Val’s lower buttocks, Robin’s fingers brushed against her panty-covered labia. “You’re right… your panties are wet,” she teased as she rubbed harder before slipping her hand under the soft damp cotton. Val spread her legs to give her roommate better access. “Oh yes… just like that…” she whispered.

Robin stopped and pulled her hand back out. “Sorry, time’s up,” she said before leaning down to kiss Val’s bottom. “Hmmphf,” she said, disappointed, and took the deck from Robin.

Valerie drew the Six of Spades. “Spank another player six times. Well, at least I get some revenge,” she chuckled. “Lie across my lap,” Val instructed. “Too bad you still have your skirt and panties on.” Robin reclined across her roommate’s lap and then lifted her skirt above her waist.

“Hah!” Val exclaimed. “You’re a brave little flirt, aren’t you?” Smack! Smack! She swatted one cheek and then the other. “Mmm… harder please,” Robin teased. Val pulled Robin’s panties down, exposing her bottom. She applied two more swats to the bare flesh, making it jiggle. Robin’s pale bottom was turning pink.

She caressed the smooth soft skin for a minute before applying the final two smacks. “Thank you, ma’am,” Robin responded as she slid off her roommate’s lap and pulled her panties back up. “Hey, you got my leg all wet!” Val laughed. Robin smirked and took the deck.

She drew the Ten of Diamonds. “Take a shot. Remove any article of clothing (yours or another player’s). Repeat as desired. I guess it’s my chance to catch up,” she said. Val handed her a shot. She found this one was much easier to drink than the first one.

She leaned toward her roommate, unbuttoned Val’s blouse, and removed it exposing her pink bra. Robin held her glass out for a refill; Val obliged. She drank the shot a little slower; she was starting to feel the effects.

Although she didn’t sakarya escort like the taste, she was enjoying the sensation. She finished the shot, sat her glass down, and slowly lifted Val’s bra over her head. Val lifted her arms. Her breasts – not as large as Robin’s, but very perky – jiggled enticingly as the bra slipped over them.

As Robin moved even closer to pull the bra off, Val lowered her arms over Robin’s head and pulled them together for a kiss. The cards were forgotten for a moment. They kissed passionately for several minutes, exploring each other until Val guided Robin’s mouth down to her breast.

Robin sucked on her roommate’s nipples, teasing them with her tongue as they stiffened in her mouth. She considered taking another shot but was already light-headed. “Oh, and it’s a ten, so we switch to the face cards now I guess,” she said as she passed the new deck to Valerie.

Val picked the King of Spades. Her eyes widened as she read: “Choose another player. With their eyes closed, that player must insert the cork into your vagina. When the cork comes out, you must drink a shot.” She handed Robin the cork.

Robin closed her eyes and reached under Val’s skirt. She moved aside her panties and explored with her fingers. She could feel the soft curly hair and the dampness between her lips. She worked the cork in slowly, using her middle finger to push it in deep. She opened her eyes, handed Robin the remaining cards, and then licked her finger while Robin watched.

Robin drew the Jack of Clubs. “The other players remove all of your clothing.” Val had Robin’s stand as she unzipped her skirt. She knelt in front of her as she pulled it down. Then she slid her thumbs under her roommate’s panties and eased them off, exposing her bright red pubes.

She leaned forward to kiss her mound, but the cork slipped out as she did. “Oops!” Robin said. Val laughed and filled her wine glass. Robin finished it; she was feeling warm and dizzy.

Val drew the Ace of Hearts. “Uh oh…” she said, reading the card. “Remove any clothes you are wearing below your waist. Lie on your back with your knees pulled up. Then have the player who drew before you follow the instructions on the wine bottle label.”

She slipped off her panties; both girls were naked now. She reclined on the bed as instructed, and pulled her knees up as far as she could.

Robin read the rules to herself. Lubricate the player’s asshole with your tongue. samsun escort Then insert the neck of the wine bottle as deep as you can. Tilt the bottle until all of the wine flows out. When the bottle is empty, tell them to follow the instructions on the cork.

Robin leaned down and gently spread Valerie’s cheeks. Then she began licking, starting at Val’s clit and ending at her asshole. Val was already quite wet. Robin pushed into tongue into her asshole, spreading as much saliva as she could.

“Oh…” Valerie moaned. “I think… I like this game…” Propped up on her elbows, she watched as the young redhead bobbed her head, licking and tongue-fucking her. But then her moans stopped as she felt something hard and cold pushing against her asshole.

“Oww… That feels too big… what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry. Try to relax… it’s almost in,” Robin replied, sympathetically.

At last, the neck of the bottle pushed past Valerie’s tight sphincter, and into her ass. As instructed, Robin tilted the bottle up. Val could see it now and she felt the cool wine as it emptied into her. About a third of the wine was left; it took a few minutes but finally, the bottle was empty. Robin eased it out and handed the cork to Val.

“What is this for? Am I supposed to plug my ass with it?”

Robin laughed. “I don’t know… The label on the bottle said you were supposed to follow the instructions on the cork.”

Val took the cork and read it. She turned to Robin. “Lie down on your back.” Robin did.

“Now open your mouth.” Val straddled her roommate’s face and lowered her asshole over the girl’s open mouth. “I hope you’re thirsty.” She squeezed her abdominal muscles, releasing a stream of wine for her ass straight into Robin’s mouth.

Valerie tried to control the flow, and Robin swallowed as much as she could, but it was too much, too fast. The wine spurted out across Robin’s face and neck and drenched her breasts. Finally, the flow stopped.

Val slid off her roommate and then leaned over and kissed her deeply. She licked the wine from her neck and then her breasts as her hand caressed down between her roommate’s legs. She sucked gently on one nipple and then the other, moving back and forth as her finger rubbed up and down between Robin’s moist lips.

“Oh yes… don’t stop…”

Val smiled at her. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” She handed the cork to Robin, who read it.

“Hey! All this says is Game Over!” Val laughed and slid her finger into Robin’s wet pussy.

The Headmaster sipped his glass of wine as he watched the girls via the hidden camera while his other hand slowly stroked his hard cock. He finished his wine and speed-dialed a number on his phone. Sister Anne answered sleepily. “Yes, Headmaster?” “Come to my office now.”

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All I wanted was an oil change and front-end alignment. Being new in town, I asked the motel manager if there is a good mechanic in town. He suggested Tony’s Auto and it’s just down the street. Perfect. I’m staying at the motel until the work is finished on the two-room house I had just purchased.

I pulled into Tony’s lot and walked toward the open bay. I saw the mechanic under the hood doing his magic. I didn’t want to startle him, so I said in a quiet tone,

“Hello, how are you, sir?”

The mechanic slowly came out from under the hood, and I was looking into the prettiest brown eyes I have seen in a long time. OK, Jim, defense mode and it better be good.

“Holy cow, I beg your pardon. I am so embarrassed.”

She stood there for a minute with her hands on her hips. Oh, man, I am in deep shit. Finally, after tormenting me for a full minute, she started to laugh.

“Are you surprised to see a female grease monkey? Things like this do happen. My name is Antionette or Tony. I learned to work on vehicles in the Army. My dad was into cars, and I just got the bug from him. How can I help you.”

“I need an oil change and a front-end alignment on my “99 Ford Taurus. I know she’s old, but she runs pretty well, and I just can’t part with her. I call her Baby Doll.”

“I understand. You guys have more of a love affair with your car than the ladies. Can you leave Baby Doll? I can probably get to her tomorrow. Will that work for you?”

“That’s cool. My name is Jim, Jim Brody. I’m staying at the motel until they finish working on the house I just bought. It’s the old Murphy’s place. I love the “old” that the place still has.”

“Where’s a good place to eat?”

“You HAVE to go to Suzy’s Supper Stop. She has a killer burger, or the best roast beef you will have this side of the world. And, disclaimer, I’ve known Suzy since grade school.”

I thanked Tony for her advice. As I was walking out of the bay door Tony yelled after me,

“Just as a heads up – Suzy is a girl. No surprises this time”

We had a good laugh over that. Little did I know how this meeting would affect my world.

I felt like a stuffed turkey when I left Suzy’s. The seven-block walk to the motel seemed like seven miles. As passed Tony’s Auto, I laughed at myself again.

The following day, I got a call from Tony. She was apologizing like crazy.

“Jim, I’m sorry, but I won’t have Baby Doll finished today. The Sheriff stopped by with the squad car. It keeps stopping on him, so I had to bump you.”

“Hey, Tony, no problem. I work from home, so there is no problem. Just let me know when she’s done, and I’ll pick her up”

“You’re a doll, thanks a bunch.”

On Friday, I was getting ready to head for Suzy’s, when there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I was curious about who it could be. I opened the door and got the shock of my life. It was Tony, but not Tony. It was Antionette. I must have looked like a fool just standing there mesmerized by this beautiful “grease monkey”.

“Tony! Ah, Ton, a, I mean Antionette? You’re beautiful!”

“Thank you. I hoped you would approve. You allowed me to work on your Baby Doll, the least I could do, is return it to you properly.”

“Good God lady, you didn’t have to do all of this, I mean you’re beautiful, but just for me, I mean.”

“When you’re done stammering, you can take me to dinner at Suzy’s in Baby Doll. I am a lady, so I do want to go in style, and on the arm of a good-looking guy.”

“I AM honored. It will be my pleasure to escort a beautiful lady to dinner. And, may I add, not just anyone is special to sit in Baby Doll. No one in fifteen years has been allowed to grace her passenger seat.”

“Jim, you are one of the best bullshitters I have heard in years.”

Tony and I stood in the doorway laughing and enjoying the moment.

When we got to Suzy’s, Suzy had her busboy open the door with a towel over his arm and escorted us to the table. With a gallant wave of his hand, he presented us with the menu. The entire time Suzy is behind the counter laughing like crazy.

Tony and I had a great meal. The roast beef was divine. When we were finished, I asked Tony if she would like to have a drink or two.

“The Town Hall is a nice place. I think you would like it.” Tony suggested.

It was a very nice place. We found a table by the wall and ordered our drinks. The music was romantic to match the atmosphere. We exchanged backgrounds and other stories of our past.

Tony was left at the altar. It still brought a tear to her eye. I told her about how I almost married, but she changed her mind, per her rich father. So, life continues.

The Town Hall was closing, and I asked Tony where she lived so I could drive her home.

“Tony, you look beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I hate for the night to end. But it is late, and I know you have a business to run.”

“Jim, just drop me off at the shop. I have an apartment behind it. It’s my home.”

“Antionette, I may get shot bitlis escort for this, but tonight, I don’t want to walk you to a bay door to say goodnight. My house will be done next week, and I would like to take you to the hotel, but I can imagine what the town would say. I can offer you the other bed in my motel room, with all the privacy it will allow. What I’m trying to say is, I mean, you look so — “

“Jim, you’re stammering again. To tell you the truth, I would be so disappointed if you would drop me off at the shop. I have been hoping you would ask me to go home with you. I know you’re at the motel, but I also know you. Jim, I trust you and I am very attracted to you. I want to go home with you. I want to spend the rest of the night with you.”

We were just in time to purchase some beer and wine before the Grab and Go close. I told Tony, I will go in because I don’t want to start any gossip. She smiled back at me.

When we got to the motel, it was the beginning of a wonderful night. I put the beverages in the mini cooler and turned to Tony. She was unbuttoning her blouse, but I had to interrupt her, I took her in my arms, and gave her a long deep kiss. Tony let out a soft moan even though our lips were still connected.

We had our arms wrapped around each other and I began kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear lobes. She was kissing my neck and rubbing my back. We parted, slightly, and I was looking into her beautiful brown eyes. She locked her eyes on mine and began to remove her blouse. Then she lifted my shirt over my head smiling while she let her bra drop to the floor. Our lips met again, and our tongues began to enhance the lust that was building. I began to unzip her jeans and slide them over her hips. She pulled back from my lips and looked into my eyes with a love I have never seen from a woman.

Tony put her hand on my jeans and felt my erection. She gently grabbed it through my jeans and let out a sensual sigh. She unzipped my jeans and pushed the to the floor. She had me step out of them. She did the same with my briefs. Her hand wrapped around my stiff rod, and with her other hand, she removed her panties. Lifting one leg then the other, she pushed them to the floor and stepped out. She put my erection between her silky thighs and began moving back and forth with me between her legs. It was maddening. I wanted to throw her on the bed and attack her, so to speak, but I could not break the sexual mood Tony had set.

She touched my shoulders and obediently sat on the edge of the bed. She knelt between my legs and began licking my cock. Slowly up one side and down the other. Without notice, she sucked me into her mouth and didn’t stop until the entire shaft was in her mouth. I was losing my mind. Her mouth was a sexual vacuum. I was losing control quickly. It was as if she knew I was getting close, she stopped sucking me and turned her attention to my scrotum.

Tony was licking and sucking my balls like her plan was to suck them until their contents erupted through my shaft. I looked down at her and she was looking at me. She had a smile on her face that said she knew I was her sexual captive. I belonged to her.

With one quick maneuver, she had my cock in her mouth. This time she did not stop until she drained me. When I thought I had nothing left she continued. I almost passed out.

“Did I make you happy?’

I looked at Tony, sitting back on her heels, “You have no idea how wonderful you have made me feel. Not my beautiful Antoinette, I hope to give you the same feeling of pure ecstasy.”

I helped her from the floor. She looked at my cock and smiled knowing she had given me so much pleasure.

I wrapped my arms around my sensual partner and began giving her a long kiss. I then turned her around so I could place my limp cock between her butt cheeks. I was kissing her neck and fondling her swollen breasts. Her nipples were hard, and I made sure they received a good rubbing from my thumb and forefinger, as I began to pull on them. She let out a soft moan.

I gently laid her on the bed and lay next to her. When she looked over at me, she had a look of anticipation and desire. I pulled her to me and started kissing her again. It wasn’t long before I began to kiss and suck her full breasts. As soon as I started Tony inhaled sharply and let out a long low moan. Somewhere in that moan, the word “yes” sounded. I would alternate sucking her breasts and nipping her hard nipples. Then I crawled on top of her.

When I was on top, Tony spread her legs and I was able to nestle my torso between them. As a distraction from sucking her breasts, I slowly slid my hard cock into her waiting womanhood.

“Oh, yes.” Tony sighed

Stroking her hot sex sleeve and sucking and nibbling her nipples just made Tony a sex machine. She began humping back at every stroke. Sometimes she would hold my head on her breast as though she was having a mini orgasm. But I had other plans for my seductress.

I pushed away from her bolu escort and withdrew my cock from her. She looked at me like she was going to cry and whimpered. I slid down and put her legs over my shoulder. I looked at her with a smile of passion. Her eyes went wide, and she started to pant slowly. I placed my mouth on her wanting pussy and began to lick ever so lightly. She mewed and pushed her pelvis forward, but I kept her at length. I sucked her clit into my mouth and started spanking it with my tongue. Tony was starting to whimper. I eased up and again lightly licked her soft wet woman’s lips. She let out a sound of disappointment.

After a few seconds, I began giving her womanhood the real attention she deserves. I would lick her sweet opening up and down for several seconds and then descend on her clit. This time I sucked it into my mouth and began to spank it in earnest with my tongue. Tony grabbed my head and started bucking against my demanding tongue. I continued my oral onslaught until it happened. Tony let loose with a volcanic eruption of her female orgasm. She covered my mouth and chin moaning yes.

I released my arms from her legs. They dropped to my side. I looked at Tony, she looked exhausted. A sexually satisfied woman.

She reached out her arms to me. I lowered myself on her. She was smiling and still panting heavily. Then the look of realization came over her face. I was sliding my hard cock into her steaming pussy again. I started my slow stroke as I looked at her beautiful brown eyes.

She wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass. I gently slid my demanding staff into her wanting opening. With every stroke, she let out a moan or a whimper. It wasn’t long before our orgasms united inside her.

The sun was just rising to greet Sunday when the two lovers went to sleep in each other’s arms.

Tony and Jim went to Suzy’s for lunch, too late for breakfast. When they walked in the door Suzy just grinned, and Tony blushed.

“Nice to see you two up and around again.” Suzy chuckled at them as she poured the coffee.

“What would you like to have?”

Jim had ham and eggs and Tony wanted sausage. When she ordered Suzy looked at her and began to laugh, “I guess you want patties, probably had enough link last night.”

They finished lunch and Tony wanted to go to the park. She wanted to talk to Jim.

“Jim, I love you, you know that. But there is something you need to know. There was a reason I was left at the altar. It was his way of getting back at me when he found out Suzy and I are lovers. When he talked to Suzy’s husband, he filed for divorce. Suzy and I got even closer. We were both devastated.”

Jim sat there for a second thinking of how he would approach the subject. and turned to Tony.

He looked her straight in the eye and Tony began to her inside.

“Tony, I know.”

“You know? How could you? I didn’t tell you and I doubt Suzy would say anything. How?”

“The way you two look at each other. I just knew there was a special bond between you both. Before you say any more, let me have a minute. I understand, it is not an issue for me. There will be times when you and Suzy may want to be together and have private time. It’s okay. She is a great person, like you.”

Tony looked at Jim as if in a trance of disbelief. She was visibly shaking now. Her eyes never left Jim’s and she began to tear up. As the first tear started its journey down her cheek, one from the other eye decided to follow suit. Tony jumped at Jim and wrapped her arms around him.

“Oh God, Jim. Are you sure, do you feel that way? Honestly?”

She was crying and whimpering with her head buried in Jim’s neck. She started to sob.

When she had finally recovered, she pulled her head from the safety of Jim’s neck.

“I love you so much.”

They sat for several minutes discussing the new lifestyle they were approaching. When Tony’s phone rang. It was Suzy. She was curious about how the conversation went. Tony related the entire scenario with tears of joy streaming from her shining brown eyes. During the conversation, having a dinner celebration came up. Tony looked at me and I agreed. The dinner would be at the Town Hall.

Precisely at seven, Antoinette, Suzette, and James arrived at the Town Hall. The ladies looked fabulous, and James was dashing.

James helped to seat the ladies and ordered a nice bottle of wine to begin the festivities. They casually enjoyed the wine and then ordered. Nowhere in the world were there three happier souls. After dinner, James ordered another bottle of wine. The slowly enjoyed his choice of wine and prepared to leave. They motioned for the waiter.

When the waiter came to the table, he inquired if everything was to his satisfaction. Then the waiter asked if there was anything else. James said nothing else was needed and the food and service were excellent. The waiter handed James the check and said,

“Your signature if you would please.”

James signed the check burdur escort and helped the ladies from their chairs. They were looking at each other in total disbelief. Who was James Brody? Just signs for a dinner at a nice restaurant.

While Tony was getting dressed, Jim called ahead and made a deal with the owner. He gave the owner his credit card and asked him to ad twenty percent for the waiter. He never told the girls.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Jim had a project he needed to finish for a client. He was elbow-deep in his work when Tony came in with a sandwich and cold soda. She set them on his desk and turned to leave. He looked up and smiled at her and said thank you. She knew there would be these times, just like times when she would be late for her shop.

Around three-thirty, Suzy knocked on the back door and waved. Tony let her in and met her with a hug and kiss.

“Jim is butt deep in a project; I take it.”

“Yes Suzy, I took him some lunch at one, and he said he was about finished. He looked tired”

“Tony, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Suzy asked with an impish mischievous smile.

“Ah, yes I am Sweetheart, yes I am.”

Jim came out of his office, and he looked very tired.

“Amen. The Thomason project is in the folder just waiting to go to the post. That one got thicker than I thought it would. My ass is dragging. Tony, thanks for lunch, that was so sweet. Hey Suzy, how is my Lady?”

“I’m doing good. I’m not staying, Tony said you were working hard, and you do look like you could use a hot shower and a nap.”

“You talked me into it. Ladies, if you will pardon me.

As soon as Jim left the room, the two girls started to giggle. Suzy made a mad dash for the door telling Tony she would be back within thirty minutes. Tony was off to the races. She waited until Jim was finished with his shower, then she hopped in the shower and started to get ready. She was in her robe while she was putting leftovers in the oven, but she didn’t turn the oven on. Then she rushed back to the bath for the finishing touches. She had just run back into the kitchen when Suzy gently knocked on the door. Tony motioned her in. They looked at each other in anticipation.

“We’re bad, aren’t we?”, Tony said.

“I don’t know about that, but for the first time, we better be damned good. I’m starting to — “

“Don’t say it, Suzy, I’m getting hot enough.

Jim crawled into the kitchen and came to a dead stop. Seeing the girls dressed in their sexy bedroom attire and makeup would draw any man within fifty feet. Jim was speechless. Tony had dressed for him many times but seeing the two together was almost more than his heart could take.

“Jim, a, you see, Suzy and I were going to have some time together. I put dinner in the oven, but I forgot to turn the oven on. How about if you go into the living room and I’ll bring you a beer? As soon as dinner is hot, I’ll come and get you.”

“I can do that. Why don’t you girls go on with your plans?”

Suzy took Jim by the arm and led him to the bedroom. He looked at her trying to process what was happening. The door closed; Jim turned around to see Tony there with a beer. She had her seductive look and Suzy had a look of desire on her face. They removed his robe and briefs and set him on the edge of the bed.

Tony sat next to him and started kissing him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Suzy was kneeling between his legs and started licking and sucking his balls. Tony lay back with Jim and held her breast for him to suck. He had just started sucking Tony’s breast when he felt his erection being swallowed by Suzy. This went on for several minutes when the girls stopped to change positions.

They put Jim completely on the bed. Tony lowered her wet opening to Jim’s mouth and Suzy mounted his cock. Tony was rocking back and forth almost in unison with Suzy riding up and down on his cock. He was trying to lick every ounce of honey from Tony’s sweet, scented pussy, and Suzy was determined not to leave one sperm in his balls.

The threesome continued their sexual adventure amongst moans and groans of pleasure.

Tony was the first to orgasm. Her heavy breathing, the smile on her face full of lust, the final moan as she released her honey into Jim’s mouth. She turned to look at Suzy. She was riding Jim and rubbing her clit. Tony went over to her and placed a breast in her mouth. With that Suzy began her orgasm. Her riding of Jim’s cock continued. Without warning, Jim grabbed Tony’s hot round ass and buried his head in her wet opening. Within seconds of doing that, Jim was exploding inside Suzy. With each shot of lava Suzy would moan. When he had finished, Jim gently helped Suzy from on top of him. The threesome lay on the bed exhausted.

After a few minutes, the breathing was almost back to normal. Jim put his arm around the girl’s neck and pulled them close. They moved Jim’s hand to their breast and let out a soft sigh.

“I must admit ladies, I am speechless. I never expected this wonderful moment to happen. I thought we agreed that you two could have your private time together.”

Suzy said, “We did agree to that. But Tony and I have been talking. We have an opportunity to be ourselves, but we also have a man that cares about us and will take care of us.”

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** This is my 100th story on Literotica. it’s a major milestone, but I don’t intend to stop here. Let’s go for 200.**

This is the 3rd part of a story which continues Chloe’s timeline from “Riding With Dirty Girls,” and “Chloe Rides Again.” You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you probably need to have read the other series’ first.

This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author’s imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It’s a fantasy. The culture around world-class women’s cycling probably isn’t a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn’t it be fun if it were?

All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.

***

Chloe’s Return Pt. 03

Groan. That bloody alarm! I fumbled to silence it, then snuggled close to Helen again. Oh, I really didn’t want to leave this elysian bed. It crossed my mind that, perhaps I could feign an illness and quit the race…

I ran my hand over Helen’s waist, sweeping up to her hip, and encountered the dressing pad covering her big bruise and scrape. One of a number of bruises and scrapes she’d been carrying since Stage 1. She must have still been quite sore, but Helen was brave and resolute. She wasn’t quitting. Neither was I.

I groaned again, but now my feet were on the floor.

Breakfast at 7:30 is never a pleasant thing but, as usual, the goodies on the table brought me a little succour, and by the time we were heading out to the airport I felt almost normal.

Today, we were flying to Zaragoza and we were being ferried to the airport in taxis, as our team bus and cars had left hours ago — in the middle of the night — with most of our luggage, bikes, kit etc. to drive the 700 + km. A 7-hour trip.

The rest of us – all 120 riders still left in the race – would fly there in less than 2 hours, on a specially chartered plane, and would meet our team buses for the final 40km to the start of Stage 5.

Honestly, the logistics of a race like this are MAD, especially when you think that the other 20 teams in the race would all have similar arrangements. Not to mention the convoy of trucks carrying race equipment etc. MAD.

Anyway, we went through all the airport malarkey, and were soon in the air, and heading north. By 11.30 we’d be in Zaragoza, and a 40 minute bus ride would then take us to the stage start.

I was hoping to sit with Helen on the plane, but she had, of course, arranged it so that she sat with Lucy. They were the couple, after all, even if a rather loose and open couple.

I noticed Trude and Marlen were sat together. Hm, OK. Pam was sat with Stella, and Gigi with Aimée. There was a lot of potential for lesbian pairing going on, but not for me. I ended up with Selina, which was also OK. She’s bright and stimulating company. An easy travelling companion.

I wondered what Licia was doing. Would she have brought Lisa into “our” bedroom again? I thought about that, a little broodily, but then decided I was OK with it. This was the kind of relationship we had, by choice, and I knew I was always her number one, as she was always mine. I snapped out of my reverie.

There was a nice buzz on the plane, with 120 girls all nattering away. It was a great feeling of conviviality. I chatted to Selina and thought to myself, Yeah, it’s OK this pro cycling lark.

***

Stage 5: Gallur-Logroño. 136km

The fifth stage was just a bit of a filler really. It was a straight run along the bottom of the Ebro valley, almost completely flat and not especially long. It would probably take less than 4 hours, which was just as well with a 2pm start time.

It would take us into the heart of the famous La Rioja wine region, which was a bit of a bummer for me. A nice Rioja tinto is a favourite tipple of mine, but none would pass my lips on this occasion, despite it being promoted everywhere in the vicinity. I would have to keep the clampers on.

With such a flat and relatively short stage, the sprinters would be licking their lips at the prospect of a bunch sprint finish but, as mentioned before, we didn’t really have a sprinter in our team, so our main focus would be looking after our GC ambitions; controlling any breakaway, and just staying up near the front of the peloton and out of trouble.

We had two riders on the virtual GC podium, and Zara too was not completely out of contention — she was still in the top 10 overall – so we would take no interest in the sprint, and would simply try to make sure we didn’t lose any time through silly crashes or anything.

I say we would take no interest, but I was secretly rooting for Mae. It would be great if she could take her first victory before she turned 20, and I could imagine Molly glued to the TV at home, willing her on at the stage finish.

Mae was in a slightly unfortunate position really, being in the same team as Marieke Vox (Protime Femmes). Vox was still considered the best sprinter in the world, so all the team’s effort, leadout etc. would be focussed gebze escort on her.

I just hoped they’d let Mae stay in the draft, and not do too much work. If she could arrive at the finish fresh, I could see her winning the sprint. Marieke had already shown signs of weakness recently. Surely it was time for a changing of the guard?

As we started to gather for the start, I sought Mae out for a good luck hand clasp, and then found her team mates Gigi and Aimée and murmured to them. ‘Look after Mae.’ It was not my business to tell another team’s riders how to ride, but I just thought I’d put the idea into their heads, or reinforce it if it was there already.

We rolled out on another hot, blue-sky afternoon for a 4km neutralised section, and when the flag dropped at km 0 the attacks started immediately.

There seemed to be a lot of riders who didn’t want a bunch sprint, and who fancied their chances of making a breakaway stick and, on a course like this, their chances were way better than on the Sierra Nevada, for example.

A break of 14 riders eventually got clear, and we were informed that the group included Leonie and Inga — Molly’s other two neo-pros — as well as the Austrian, Franka Stellner of Vista Maxx, who was quite a dangerous rider on GC, being less than 6 minutes behind Lucy overall. This was a break that Amstel-Rabo would need to control if they wanted to defend the red jersey.

So, Molly had three hopes for victory on this stage; Leonie and Inga in the break, and Mae if it came down to a bunch sprint. For once, I wouldn’t be the focus of her attention and I liked that.

The peloton ticked along at a comfortable pace, and I had a nice time, chatting to whoever happened to be alongside me. There didn’t seem to be much urgency, and we’d covered half the distance before we became aware that the break’s lead was 5 minutes and growing. If Amstel let them have much more, Franka was going to be in virtual red.

No other team was going to chase because most of them had riders in the break, including us; Trude was up there.

Eventually Olga got on the front (you could almost hear her sigh as she did so) and she was joined by Ariana Tolsen, Toya Rennser, and Abby Stockton – Amstel’s three domestiques. The pace cranked up a few notches, and the peloton went from a kerb-to-kerb crowd to a long, graceful teardrop.

Lucy, Suzy and Pam tailed their team mates, with others in close attendance, including our team, and it was great to see Helen up here with us, doing her bit. She was obviously feeling better.

The break’s gap reached a maximum of 5.20, then started coming down, and the peloton gained momentum as more riders came to the front to do some work. One of those riders was me.

As a GC contender, and one of the leaders of our team, I was entitled to stay in the bunch, drafting and conserving energy, but I had decided I wanted Mae to win, and for that to happen, the break had to be caught, so I spent a little time working to keep the pace high.

I could imagine Molly seeing this on the live coverage, and muttering at the telly, ‘What the hell is she doing?’ etc. Not only would she see it as knuckleheaded thing to do, but I was also helping to chase down Inga and Leonie. I could almost see her look of consternation.

From my point of view, I didn’t see it as a problem. I felt super-strong, so I didn’t think The extra effort would cost me much. It was good TV exposure for me, and it was much more fun than sitting in the wheels all day.

Anyway, the gap started tumbling, and by 10km to go, we had them almost in sight. It was time for me to fade back into the bunch.

I dropped back gradually, and managed to say ‘Go Mae’ as she moved up and overtook me. I stayed behind her, at the tail end of the Protime Femmes train, and just tried to send her positive vibes by the power of telepathy. Not really, but I was sure she knew I was in her corner.

By the 5k to go banner, the game was up for the breakaway and the peloton started its wind up for the finish. I relinquished Mae’s wheel and just concentrated on staying out of trouble as all the sprinters’ teams started fighting to get near the front. Go Mae.

We swept into Logroño like a host of avenging angels in full cry, building up to the crazy speed a bunch like this can achieve; over 60 kph.

I glimpsed Mae, still on the back of the Protime Femmes leadout train, then she was lost in the general melee ahead and I subsided into the relatively spacious positions at the rear of the bunch. We’d all be given the same time (ST) anyway.

We roared through the finish, and from my position it was anyone’s guess who had won. Turned out it was a photo finish between four riders, and we milled around, waiting for the result to be announced. Then the display blinked into life.

1. Mae Snijders (TPF) — 3:53.03

2. Marieke Vox (TPF) — ST

3. Jude Choon (TIS) — ST

4. Astrid Nistrom (TVV) — ST

YAY!! You’re not frowning now, are you Molly?

Mae had become gümüşhane escort the youngest ever winner of a Women’s World Tour race, and I was so pleased for her.

She was in tears, and everyone wanted to hug her, so I had to wait my turn, but then I put my arms around her and said ‘Brilliant, Mae. I’m so proud of you.’

She stopped blubbing and looked at me, meaningfully. ‘Thank you Chloe… Oh, God, Molly will be so happy,’ and she burst into tears again.

At the podium ceremony, I looked at her, up there on the top step, still a little tearful, and I had tears in my own eyes, especially when she threw her posy of flowers to me. This was almost as good as winning myself. I suddenly understood what domestiques get out of the sport.

It was good to see Jude up there too. After her win on Stage 2, she was really making her mark. She was an American (though quite obviously of Chinese descent) who had been doing great things on the US scene. This was her first European stage race, and she already had one stage win and a podium; not a bad first attempt.

I looked at her, with her compact, sturdy but feminine figure, and her appealingly oriental grin, and I wondered… She was on Team Insta-Schwalbe — Licia’s team — and as soon as I was back on the bus I called Licia to see what she knew about her.

We talked about Mae’s win and how I’d played a tiny part, then the subject of Jude came up, but I was to be disappointed. Licia knew nothing. ‘No, I only know her by seeing her name on the team roster, and of course seeing her now in the Vuelta… Have you got designs and desires, Chloe?’

‘Maybe.’

‘Ooo, you’re terrible. Every woman is a potential target.’

‘Not EVERY woman,’ I protested.

‘Well all the hot ones.’

‘Hey, you’re not so bloody sweet and innocent yourself. I bet you’ve had that Lisa over again this week, haven’t you?’

‘Maybe ‘ I couldn’t almost see that mischievous little grin of hers.

‘Well, anyway, if you can’t help me, I’ll have to find out about Jude from somebody else.’

‘Try Becca, she seems to know a lot… and Chloe?’

‘What?’

‘Good luck babe.’ Oh God, she’s such a find.

I called Molly, and enjoyed her excitement over Mae’s win. The tiny part I’d played wasn’t even mentioned, and that was fine. It was a win for Molly and Mae to savour.

Molly was fast becoming one of the most successful coaches in women’s cycling, and I could see her being approached by one of the top teams, to recruit her as a team performance coach. I realised there was no question that if that happened, and it wasn’t my team, I’d have to follow her, to whatever team it was.

Then an idea hit me. Molly was keen for me to renegotiate my contract. Maybe I could offer to bring Molly to the team as part of the package? It wasn’t something to talk about now, but I resolved to raise the subject with her as soon as the Vuelta was over.

Next order of business was to install ourselves in our team hotel, have a shower, and then dinner. I was especially looking forward to dinner.

We were in the Hotel Siglo, which was a huge place. So big that four teams were staying there; Canyon-Zipp (us), Amstel-Rabo (Lucy’s team), Insta-Schwalbe, AND Protime Femmes.

Wow. By my rough mental calculation, that meant a total of at least 9 lesbians, even without including Debbie. I could see the likelihood of multiple room swaps on the horizon.

I was with Helen again, as usual. Gabi seemed to always put us together now. She obviously realised that it was the favoured arrangement. I noticed that Trude and Marlen were regular room mates too, and that could also be a very nice arrangement, I’m sure.

Tonight was going to be a little different though. With Lucy in the same hotel, the temptation for Helen was going to be too much, and I wasn’t surprised when we were getting ready to go to dinner and Helen raised the subject.

‘I’d really like to bring Lucy here tonight, Chloe. Would you mind?’

I knew what she had in mind, but I decided to be mischievous. ‘Not at all, I could quite fancy a threesome with you and Lucy.’

She chuckled, ‘No, but…’

‘It’s OK Helen, I know what you mean,’ I said. ‘I’ll see what other swaps are being suggested. It’s about time you and Lucy had some 1 on 1 time together, I think.’

She smiled. ‘Thanks, Chloe. You are the best.’

Dinner was a wow, with all four teams eating in the same large comedor, with a long table each. It was lively and convivial, with some good-natured teasing flying from table to table. A great atmosphere.

After the meal, a social group started to form in the lounge. Helen was there, as were Lucy, Marlen, Trude, Gigi, Pam… I quickly joined the group when I realised this was a gathering of the lesbians. We were soon joined by Aimée, Stella, and then… Jude.

‘Hey girls. Hope you don’t mind me gate-crashing but Maisie told me about your cool little club. Sounds like fun. Can I join?’

OMG. I didn’t need to ask anyone about izmir escort her. Here she was, ASKING to join our “cool little club.” I didn’t waste my opportunity. ‘Yeh, hi Jude, of course you can. Welcome.’

‘I didn’t even know you were gay, Jude,’ said Stella, voicing what I was thinking.

‘Oh hell yeah… I have a few playmates back in the States, but I’m in Europe for the whole of this summer, so…’ She gave a little smirk. ‘Looks like it might be fun.’

I gave her a devilish look. ‘It will be. Starting tonight if you want.’

The other girls were all chuckling at my direct approach. ‘Oo, claws straight in, huh?’ said Jude.

‘I’m not one to let grass grow under me feet, everyone knows that, Jude.’

‘Yeah, you do have a reputation.’ That reputation again.

‘Who’s your room mate?’ I asked. I’d already decided not only that I would, but also that I wanted to. In fact, that I was going to. She seemed up for it, so why beat about the bush?

‘Works out well, actually,’ she said. ‘I was rooming with Ellen Murren, but she’s gone home sick so I’m all on my lonesome. You can fill the gap if you wanna?’ I think she was as bad as me, or maybe just equally horny.

I looked at Helen and Lucy and they were smiling at how well this was going, and I said to Jude, ‘Let’s go.’ We definitely weren’t wasting any time. Our pants were virtually on fire.

We left the other girls to whatever pair-ups they were arranging, and headed up to Jude’s room. There was a definite sense of urgency. Partly because we were just horny, and partly because we had another tough day tomorrow, and we didn’t want to have a late night. It was just going to be a quick and dirty fuck then get our heads down. That’s what I thought, anyway.

‘Are you a top or a bottom, Chloe?’ she asked, as we were in the lift to the 4th floor. At first, the question threw me, because I don’t tend to use those terms.

‘What? Oh, erm…’ I struggled to think of the word… ‘I’m a switch. I love it both ways.’

‘She beamed, ‘Me too, but I’m a bit more top than bottom. Do you like anal?’

That one was easy. ‘No.’

‘Hmm, pretty firm on that one huh?’

‘Yep.’

‘O-K.. What about pee?’

I felt like I was being interviewed. She was a rare one, this girl. ‘No, well… No.’

‘Some hesitation there?’

‘Well, I have experimented… slightly. First time by accident…’ I told her about Maisie’s peegasm in the shower at Brussels, and my experiment in the bath at home.

‘But you didn’t take to it?’

‘No, not really. I can see why some people find it erotic, but not me.’

We arrived at the room and she let us in. ‘You do like pussy juice though?’

‘Well, yeh. You wouldn’t last long as a lesbian if you didn’t, would you.? Just tits and fingers?’

She burst out laughing. ‘Oh, I like you, Chloe. You’re dry.’

‘Well, actually, I’m not,’ I said, with a saucy look.

‘That’s good, cos neither am I… Are you a squirter?’

It was my turn to laugh. ‘God, you don’t pull punches you, do you?’

‘No. No point. Just wastes time… Well?’

‘What?’

‘Squirter?’

‘Errm, sometimes. It depends. I think I’m more of a dribbler, or a drooler.’

‘Ha! Sounds like fun’

‘What about you?’

‘Oh, I’m a terrible squirter. Get me really turned on and there’s no stopping me.’

I was finding this conversation immensely stimulating, especially since it was going to lead to the very things we were talking about. My nipples were like bullets, and so were hers. I could see them showing clearly through the Schwalbe polo shirt she was wearing.

Jude was turning out to be a total trip. Confident, candid, bold and vivacious. To look at, you’d say she was 100% Chinese, but everything else about her was, to my English eyes, very American. In fact, apart from her looks, she reminded me most of all of Maisie, and I never thought I’d meet someone else like her.

‘You said Maisie told you about our little club. Have you known her long?’

‘Oh yeah, Maisie and me… we go back a ways. Right back to the USA Junior Cup. We were best buddies. Even lived together for a while.’

‘Oh, wow. So you were lovers?’

‘No, I wouldn’t say that. We were friends and housemates who sometimes fucked, that’s all. Still do, sometimes. When I came over, last month, I stayed with her and Sabina in Zurich. We had a blast… They’re up for anything, those two.’

I could imagine… The three of them… What a combination.

‘Anyway, much as I like talking about sex, I’d rather be doing it.’ She was already stripping, and I followed suit until we were both naked and our clothes were strewn all over the place.

She stood facing me, hands on hips, so I could look at her, so I did the same, and we chuckled.

‘Always best to look the goods over before buying,’ I quipped.

‘There’ll be no buying. All this is for free. You like?’

I did like. She was quite compact, a little shorter than me maybe, with a certain curviness to her. I guess her physique was typical cyclist in some ways, with big legs, a slender upper body, and small boobs. Not all that dissimilar to me.

‘You’re very cute, Chloe.’ She said. That word again. I keep getting called cute. My nose is cute, my tits are cute, my pussy is cute… I guess it’s not a bad thing to be.

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