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This is a work of fiction. This story involves an innocent college freshman losing her virginity when she falls hard for a fellow student. No, this isn’t the nursery rhyme that you know. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.

My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman’s skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.

Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

Jill had done well in high school. She wasn’t one of the speakers at her graduation, but she had done well enough to secure a scholarship at one of her state’s universities. Her family was not well off by any means, and college would have been impossible without the scholarship. Even so, the scholarship didn’t pay for everything she would need at school. She had taken a summer job in the city where her family lived to make up the difference between what the scholarship offered and what she needed. She also hoped that she might find a job on campus to help her out as well.

So, when summer ended, Jill headed up to the town where her university for the next four years was located. She had visited the campus before, but she was still shocked at how big it was. This wasn’t going to be like high school, where she could go from class to class easily. It would require better planning and scheduling to make sure that she could make it between classes and always be on time.

Luckily, Jill had already chosen her major, and they had set classes for her to take each quarter. Even so, she wanted to take some extra classes each quarter, so she still had to schedule her classes to be able to make everything work. When she first arrived at the campus, she headed to the dorm where she had been assigned, found her room, and unpacked her clothes and stuff. She would have a roommate, which was nothing new for Jill.

Growing up, Jill had always shared a room with her two sisters, so having only one roommate would be an improvement for her. It wasn’t long before Sue, her new roommate, showed up at the room. Jill helped her unpack, and they talked a lot. Jill found that she had a lot in common with Sue, growing up in a large family and not having much money, but there were also some big differences. Sue had been in the popular crowd at her school, while Jill had been a bookworm nerd. While Sue had dated all the way through high school, Jill had only had one date, and that was a disappointing experience.

Both girls were on the university’s meal plan, so after unpacking, they headed to the cafeteria for lunch. They talked some more at lunch, but Jill wanted to walk around campus and pinpoint all of the buildings and rooms where she would have classes, so she left Sue to go on her walk. She went through her classes in order, mapping out the route as she went, so she would be able to memorize the routes between classes for later.

Jill had different classes each day, so she had to make a day-by-day plan for getting around. A few things surprised her. First, the lecture halls were huge. She had heard that freshman classes were used to weed out the dunderheads, and large classes would certainly do that, but it still surprised her to see more than three hundred seats in the lecture halls.

She knew that she was a poor note taker, so Jill had refined a method in high school to make sure she didn’t miss anything. She would set up her cell phone on her desk to record while she took the best notes she could. Her cell phone had a stand, which made it easy to record without being obvious. That way, she could review both her notes and her recordings in the evenings and make sure that her notes caught everything important. After that, the recordings could be discarded. To record in the huge lecture halls, she would have to make sure that she always sat near or at the front, and to do that, she would always have to be early.

Jill was busy laying out her plan for getting between classes when she spotted a boy who appeared to be doing the same thing. In fact, she saw him in a few of the rooms she had visited. Curiosity got the best of her, so she smiled and asked him if he was following her. The boy looked startled and replied that he was just mapping out his classes for the next day. It turned out the they had almost identical schedules because they had the same business administration major.

This surprised Jill, but she decided that she needed to know this boy. “Hi,” she said. My name is Jill, and it appears that we will be in a lot of classes together.”

The boy seemed shy, but he answered, “My name is Jack. I guess that happens when you are following the same schedule.” They talked as they walked between class escort pendik locations. Each of them had a couple of electives the other didn’t, but they stayed together helping each other find all of the different class locations. It turned out that even with their busy schedules, both would have free time almost every day. Since Jill wanted to find a job on-campus, it was important to know when she could work. She knew that all the jobs would be filled soon, so it was important to act quickly.

Jill sensed that this might become a real friendship or more, and even though she hadn’t had a lot of friends in high school, she wanted to make more friends in college. Jack and Jill talked about all sorts of things while they walked around the campus, and by the end of the afternoon, both thought they knew the other pretty well. They had visited all of their class locations, and they had visited the university book store to pick up all of their required textbooks and supplies. Their department had given them a list, so it was easy.

It turned out that Jack would be living in the dorm right next to Jill’s dorm, and they would be using the same cafeteria. In other words, they would be seeing each other a lot, so it was fortunate that they had made friends with each other early. It was dinnertime, so they decided to go to dinner together. Sue joined them as did Jack’s roommate Tom. They all seemed to get along well, which Jill was very happy about.

One luxury that Jill did have was a laptop computer and a printer. She had worked hard during the summers between her high school years to earn the money to buy these items. The laptop and printer were a few years old now, but she had taken good care of them, so she thought they should last for many more years. Having a computer and printer in her room meant that she wouldn’t have to use the computer labs to complete her assignments, which would be a huge time saver.

After dinner, Jill went back to her room to get on-line to search for jobs. One other perk about living in the dorm was free WIFI, so she always had internet access. Jill got on the university bulletin board and quickly found jobs in which she was interested. One of them was as a librarian assistant, which offered flexible hours. She took down the information and determined to apply the next morning.

The next day was the start of classes, and Jill was shocked to see large numbers of students everywhere. The day before, the campus had been fairly quiet, but now it was bustling with activity. She realized quickly that she would have to add time buffers to all of her walks between classes. Right after breakfast, Jill went to the library to apply for the job, and they were very courteous in taking her application. The people at the front desk told her that somebody might call her within a day or so, if she had the necessary qualifications.

Jill hurried to her first class and arrived twenty minutes before class started. She was happy to see Jack sitting in the middle of the first row, and she sat down next to him. “Hi Jack,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to say that, but it can be taken the wrong way in some places.”

“I get that a lot, actually,” replied Jack. “Some people even think it’s funny,” he said as he smiled.

Jill realized that she might have hit one of Jack’s hot buttons, so she apologized. “I’m sorry I greeted you like that. I will find a different greeting in the future.”

“No worries,” Jack replied. “I’m not mad at you. How could I possibly be mad at such a beautiful girl?”

“Whoa,” thought Jill. She had always thought of herself as being slightly on the pretty side of average, but nobody had actually called her ‘beautiful’ before, and she wasn’t sure how to react. She finally replied with a simple, “Thank you,” as she blushed.

Jack was smiling at her as she put her book, notebook and cell phone in their proper places on her desktop. “You are certainly organized,” he commented. “Would you like to study together?”

Jill was startled for the second time in as many minutes. She had thought that Jack would be a good study buddy, but it might be difficult to schedule if she got a part-time job, so she replied, “Maybe.” She told him about applying for the job in the library, but she didn’t know what her hours would be if she got it.

He understood and admitted that he was also looking for part-time employment. He said, “Let’s see what our schedules are and figure it out then.”

That sounded good to Jill, so she nodded her assent. The professor came into the lecture hall at that point, so there would be no more talking. Jill set up her phone to record and the lecture started. It was just as boring as she thought it would be, with the professor covering a lot of class rules. The class teaching assistants were introduced, and she and Jack discovered that they would both have the same TA. It was over halfway through the scheduled class time before the professor finally got around to the topic. Looking istanbul escort around, Jill was sure that a lot of her classmates were almost asleep by that time.

Jill started taking notes, and she noticed that Jack was also taking notes. That would be good if they studied together. What one missed, the other might catch. Between their notes and Jill’s recordings, they should both have a pretty good grasp of the subject matter.

After the class finished, they had an hour before their next class, so they stopped at the student center to get a drink. With their meal plans, they were allowed to get drinks, or even eat occasionally at the university student center at no charge.

As she and Jack talked, Jill received a text from somebody at the library. She was surprised that the text had come so quickly, but she replied immediately. The librarian wanted to set up an appointment, so Jill would go to meet with the librarian immediately after their next class.

Jack was very happy for her and thought she had a fair chance to get the job. Jill certainly hoped so. Even though work would put an extra burden on her schedule, it would be worth it to have extra spending money during the school year. Money may not bring happiness, but it could certainly make happiness easier to come by.

She offered to help Jack find a job after lunch, if he wished. He did and thanked her in advance for her help. That made Jill smile. She liked helping others, especially when they were like Jack. When they finished their drinks, they made their way to their next class, and once again sat next to each other in the center of the front row. They found it interesting that the back of the hall filled up faster than the front. It made them wonder why the other students were in school. Neither would lose any sleep over it though.

That was their last class before lunch, and Jack made his way back to his dorm while Jill went to her appointment. She told them at the front desk that she had an appointment with the librarian, and one of the girls took her to the librarian’s office. Just before they got to the office door, the girl told her that she hoped that she got the job because she thought that Jill would fit right in.

The girl opened the office door and introduced Jill to the librarian. Ms. Walker, the librarian, was very formal, but friendly, as she ran Jill through a series of questions. Jill had jobs while in high school, but this was her first actual interview. Ms. Walker seemed impressed with Jill’s knowledge of the library system (Jill had spent a lot of time in libraries while in high school, and she understood how they worked) and her work history. She hired her on the spot. They spent the next twenty minutes working out Jill’s work schedule for the next semester, so she would get about sixteen hours a week at the library. That still left her with plenty of free time to study or do whatever.

When Jill got to the cafeteria, she told Sue, Jack and Tom the good news. They were all very happy for her, and Jack was delighted that she would still have time to study with him. She showed him her schedule, and they worked out a few hours of study time each week. Of course, that was dependent on his work hours if he got a job too.

When they were walking to their first afternoon class (their only afternoon class together that day), Jack wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked and said softly, “I am very impressed with you. I’m glad we found each other.”

She smiled up at him and replied, “I’m glad as well.” Jill’s thoughts were already going far beyond just studying with Jack. He was well on his way to becoming a crush. The arm around her waist didn’t hurt either, and she walked even closer to him to encourage him to continue holding her next to him. “Who knows?” she thought to herself. “This might go far beyond the crush I feel already.”

They got to their next class with plenty of time to spare and prepared their materials while they waited for the professor to arrive. Jack decided it was a good time to find out more about her, so they talked about their pasts. Their circumstances were similar, both of them coming from large families, where space and money were rare, but responsibilities were plentiful. Both were the oldest children in their families, so both were charged with taking care of their siblings. Both had jobs throughout high school to earn money.

The class was similar to their morning classes. Most of the time was spent on class rules and introductions, but the remainder was devoted to an overview of what they could expect from the course. Like her other courses, there was homework given at the end of class, and Jill quickly realized that much of her free time was going to be eaten up by class assignments. Of course, those assignments would be checked by the TA’s, with the professors taking no interest in the students at all. This would be the norm throughout their freshman year, but then classes would get smaller and they would have more interaction escort kurtköy with the professors starting in their sophomore year.

When the class ended, Jack and Jill went their separate ways. Jack had an electronics class (he would minor in technology) and Jill had an art class (she would minor in marketing and graphic design). They would meet again at dinner in the cafeteria, but before that, Jill had to go back to the library for an orientation and whatever else they wanted her to do.

Jill went through the orientation quickly, since she already had knowledge of how the library worked. She was shown around to all of the various sections, so she would know where everything was. It really wasn’t too much different than a public library except that it had much larger reference, periodical and academia sections than most libraries with which she was familiar. She spent the rest of the afternoon putting returned books and magazines away in their proper places.

It had been a long day by the time Jill got back to her room. She thought about lying on her bed for a few minutes before dinner, but decided that if she did, she might fall asleep and miss dinner completely. Therefore, she opened her laptop and started looking for jobs for Jack. She only had a basic idea of what Jack was looking for in a job, but it seemed like there could be several jobs in which he might be interested.

She thought that she might need to take her laptop to the cafeteria to show him what she had found because she wasn’t sure what the rules were for boys in the girl’s dorm. It turned out that there was no rule, so she just invited him up to her room after dinner.

Meals in the cafeteria weren’t anything special, but there were lots of choices, so students couldn’t blame anybody but themselves if they didn’t get proper nutrition. Jill preferred the salad bar for dinner, but sometimes got a grilled chicken breast to cut up over the salad. It was a pretty healthy choice. Jack preferred to get a cheeseburger and fries for dinner (or lunch for that matter).

They both enjoyed their dinner with Sue and Tom, and the conversation was lively (though Jill yawned a few times). When they were finished, Jill invited Jack up to her room to look at the job bulletin board on her laptop. Sue made a comment, “Boy, you really move fast.” I told her I was just helping Jack find a job, and Sue replied, “Sure you are, wink, wink.”

Nevertheless, when they got to Jill’s room, she had Jack sit down next to her on her bed to look through the jobs. “Wow. There are a lot more jobs available than I thought there would be,” he said. He actually found two jobs on her laptop that were very interesting to him, and he copied down the information to follow up the next day.

Sue came in while they were searching through the jobs, and was amazed that Jack and Jill really were looking for jobs for Jack. She obviously thought the two had other plans. Sue was a lot more experienced with relationships than Jill was, and she viewed boys as a lot of fun sexually rather than just for romantic fantasies. Whereas Jill was still a virgin (Sue didn’t know that yet), Sue was already very experienced with sex. Her own background was why she quickly assumed that I was taking Jack to the dorm room for sex.

It wasn’t long before Jill realized why Sue had assumed that she and Jack were going to the room for sex. Even Jack thought that he might get lucky that night, but it wasn’t to be. Jill did let him kiss her after telling her, “Thank you.” She hadn’t had many that kisses with boys, the Jack’s kiss was definitely the best. Her insides were doing flip flops as he kissed her. She melted in his arms, and he probably could have done anything he wanted, but he was too inexperienced himself to recognize that and left her room right after the kiss.

After Jack left her room, Jill’s mind was racing. She wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she was sure that she wanted more of it. It seemed like her emotions were as messed up as her mind was. Her relationship with Jack had just turned from study buddy to boyfriend with just one kiss. Instead of thinking of Jack as just a boy, she was seeing him as a potential lover.

Even though Jill was still a virgin, she was still knowledgeable about how sex was done and what it was supposed to feel like, and she recognized the tingles in her tummy as the signs that her body was preparing itself for sex. In addition, she could feel how wet her panties had suddenly become … very, very wet.

Jill tried to study before bed, and actually finished the class assignments for the next day, but she was thinking about Jack. When she put on her nightie and crawled into bed, she was still thinking about Jack. Her fingers found her vulva, and she softly rubbed her labia, pretending that it was Jack rubbing her. Her eyes were closed while she rubbed herself, as she was trying to imagine what it would be like to have sex with Jack.

Eventually, her conscience (and religious upbringing) caught up with her, and she stopped rubbing herself. She had been taught that masturbation was wrong, but she always wondered why God would make something that was wrong feel so good. In any event, she soon fell asleep, and was already fast asleep when Sue got back to the room.

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Over the last several years I have had a growing desire to feel what it likes to be penetrated anal. I have always been straight and thought straight, I have only ever had feelings for and felt attraction for women. Over the years I have had several girlfriends that were open minded enough to help me achieve this. So I started like everything else I tend to do and did some research online. So I started small, and found that I really enjoyed it. I worked at stretching my butt to accept larger and larger toys. The goal was to be able to comfortably accept a strap on from my girlfriend.

About 6 months ago I finally reached my goal and was fucked slow at first and then harder and faster, and I was hooked. I loved having my ass pounded, it helped that she was really into it. I think for me that is the key, I have had girlfriends that weren’t into it and it just wasn’t enjoyable for me.

So the more we played the more I wanted, so I started watching bisexual porn, almost to the exclusion of any other porn. I started to crave the feeling of a real cock, not only in my ass but also in my mouth. This lead to cum play with my partner, she would suck me off and share my load with me.

So a couple weeks ago I decided I was going to go for it and try to have my first real bisexual experience. So joined an adult site and within about a week I had meet someone and we set up a meet. I did all the usual tests and made sure he was free from STD’s as I just want the expense and not the gift that keeps on giving. So we set it up for Friday night.

There was things that I clearly wanted to do in this meeting. I knew that I wanted to stroke another man’s cock, and feel him in my mouth and my ass. While I had swallowed tons of my own cum, I wasn’t sure what I would actually do if he started to cum when I had him in my mouth. escort acıbadem So I was going to play that part by ear, but it was on my list to try….

Friday night came and I met “John” at the house at the agreed upon time. I was a lot nervous as I really wanted to have a women there as I really have no attraction to men, and explained that there would be no kissing. John knew that I had never been with a man before and he assured me that we would only do what I wanted. John is about 12 years older than I am and was surprised at how much that impacted the evening. So I went inside and we sat on the couch and John put on a gay porn dvd, I have tried to watch gay porn in the past, but it never did anything for me, to be honest I have always found it to be kind of comical.

John asked me again if I had never been with another man and I assured him that I hadn’t so he slid next to me on the couch and started playing with my cock. I couldn’t help but think how cliché this all felt. I think John sensed that I was feeling a little shy and he reached over and grabbed my hand and placed it his cock. So there I was feeling another man’s cock through his sweats, my mind was racing and my heart was pounding. Was I really doing this!!!

After a few minutes of feeling each other through out pants I figured let’s do it, and dropped my pants, John went right for my cock and started stroking me off. John, stopped playing with me long enough to pull his pants down, and there I was staring at my first cock, and it was beautiful. I started stroking him like I would stroke myself. I thought to myself it’s now or never and I got on my knees and got up close and personal with his cock. I was surprised at how much different it felt from my own. After being that close I knew istanbul eskort I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cock, to feel it getting harder in my mouth. So I slowly lowered my mouth over his cock and it was great.

There I was kneeling in front of a man that I just met with his cock getting hard in my mouth, and I was loving every minute of it. I sucked on him for a couple minutes and just took my time exploring his cock. The shaft was so hard but the head was soft and squishy, and I loved having it in my mouth. I looked up at John and he was enjoying it so I must have been doing something right. I looked over at the TV and there two guys in a 69, so I looked at John and said that we could do that, and he agreed. So several minutes we were in position, I was on all 4’s above John with his cock in my mouth. I alternated sucking with stroking, I tried to do what I enjoyed and mimic what my previous partners had done. It wasn’t long before I realized that John was moaning and started bucking his hips. So thinking he was about to cum I wanted to see it, so I lifted up my head and started stroking him. After a few minutes of stroking he didn’t cum so I went back to sucking him. I can’t really describe the feeling of having him thrust into my mouth while I was sucking on him. I was so into sucking on him that I didn’t even realize that he had just cum in my mouth, not only that but I swallowed every drop and didn’t even think about it. Well I guess I could check that off my list.

So now John and I are sitting on the floor leaning against the couch and all I can think about is feeling that cock sliding in and out of my ass. So looking up at the TV there was one guy banging away at another and I said we can do that next, and that’s when John informed me that he wouldn’t be escort şerifali able to get hard again. Speaking of getting hard, I was soft as a limp noodle, and apparently had been most of the time. I have had this experience with women while eating pussy. I get so focused on what I am doing that I get soft. But with women I harden right back up when it’s time to go to work. That was not the case with John… I don’t know if it was the porn or the fact that there wasn’t a women there but it took me forever to get an erection. But I finally did, and John being a good host, finished me off in style and swallowed every drop. So after some small talk and discussing a possible ongoing meeting, it was over. I was back in my car on my way home.

I think I worried most about this exact moment, how I would feel knowing that I had just sucked another guy off. Would I enjoy it so much that I would swear off women, would this be a one and done, or something that I would want to add to my sexual playbook. The one feeling I didn’t expect was the one that I had. The best way to describe this experience was Meh… It was fun, but I may have been expecting more than it was. I was a little disappointed to not have him in my ass, but it is what it is.

My mind was racing, I had just sucked of and swallowed a man, and I enjoyed it, but why was it so hard for me to get hard? I still want to be with women, and have no desire to be with a man one on one again. I know that is not my thing. Would I be the bottom of a 69 with a women while she is getting her pussy pounded and he slides it out of her pussy and into my mouth for me to suck on for a while? Hell yes, he could either cum in her pussy and I’ll eat it out or he could cum in my mouth and I’ll still eat her out.

I still very much want to have a cock in my ass, one of my fantasies is to have my ass pounded while eating pussy and having my cock sucked. I can dear to dream right. Will I ever see John again, probably not without a women? I am grateful for the experience, and how gentile it was, I have read many horror stories about bad first experiences.

So this is to be continued….

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LOST GIRLS FIND LIFE CH. 05 — REVIEW — CONCLUSION

FOREWORD:

The primary characters in Lost Girls Find Life are;

Jai Jackson – adopted by Sarah Jackson at four years old, now twenty-one, and holds a doctorate in Human Psychology.

Pam Anderson – adopted by The Andersons at four, now twenty-two, and holds a doctorate in Public Education.

‘2’ Amy Anderson – also adopted by The Andersons at four, now twenty-one and now holds a Law Degree recognized by 15-State Bar Associations.

*Pam and ‘2’ are non-biological sisters, both adopted by the Andersons at four years old.

Since she was eighteen, Jenny (Jackson) has lived in Sarah Jackson’s home and is now twenty. She is currently preparing her thesis for a doctorate in Journalism.

*Jenny was reared by unemotional grandparents from four to eighteen years old before she went to live with the Jackson family. She cannot remember her biological parents or what happened to them.

Our conclusion contains more “back story information” on Sarah Jackson, Dr. and Mrs. Anderson, the Lost Girls adoptive parents.

Lost Girls concludes now, but some characters will appear in other St. John’s Church Community Chronicles.

Samantha (Sam), a new Lost Girl, was brought to the St. John’s Clinical Care facility in despair, despondent, and verbally non-communicative caused by abuse. She first appeared in “The Day In My Life I Became Me Ch. 03;” next in “Love is Where One Finds It” and in this “Lost Girls Find Life Ch. 05” conclusion. She will appear briefly in “The Day In My Life I Became Me Ch. 04 — True Love On Studycation” coming OCT 2021.

This is the conclusion of my first erotic story group on Literotica. I am totally indebted to Candy_Kane54 (CK) for her continuing support and encouragement. CK has continually provided various editing details, style advice, and enthusiasm for my writing this Lesbian Romance story.

Enjoy LG Ch. 05

REMEMBRANCE:

Jai and ‘2’ were 21-years old as they stood elegantly in their Shimmering White Lace Dresses, just a few minutes before their wedding. While gazing intently into each other’s eyes, their memories drifted to prior years when they were two little lost four-year-old girls in pain.

Sarah Jackson

Sarah was reared in the poor and predominantly black section of her N. Florida community. Her color tended to be more of a tan, which indicated a mixed ancestry at some point in their family tree. She was quite a good student, always maintaining a B-average or 3.25-GPA. But, with her family being poor, she also needed to work, helping out her parents, and therefore attended a local community college (CC), majoring in applied business.

Like many southern black families, Sarah’s family was Christian and members of the First Baptist Church. Sarah was active in many youth groups until she completed high school. Then, she drastically reduced her church-related activities due to limited free time between waitressing four days a week and CC evening studies for her Associate’s Degree in Applied Business (AAB).

In late 2005, Sarah was violently raped by three men while returning home from an evening CC course placement exam. She was left for dead along the side of a quiet street, and it was quite fortunate that a late evening jogger noticed her lying there in the darkness and called 911 for help.

The rapists were never found or prosecuted for their hideous crime, leaving Sarah with an unfortunate gift. She had been a virgin before her rape, so subsequently, Sarah was devastated by a positive pregnancy test six weeks later. Her sole biological daughter Kim, now sixteen years old, was the end result of Sarah’s violent rape.

Once her pregnancy was confirmed by a second test, Sarah came under intense pressure from her family, friends, and, surprisingly, several church members to abort the fetus. It seemed that her rape brought shame on her family, as well as their church community. Their answer to Sarah’s dilemma was ‘no baby means no shame.’ It seemed that Sarah, ‘the rape victim,’ was being unfairly punished by those who supposedly loved her. She felt as if the weight of the entire world was on her young shoulders.

Sarah did a lot of soul-searching for two weeks regarding her belief in what was right or wrong for her with this difficult choice. She finally decided to take her pregnancy to term because she felt this was the clear and proper path for her forward in this life.

She was basically forced out of the family home by indifference and into a rooming house for young women.

Sarah spoke with a female doctor at a Planned Parenthood affiliate clinic about her stress and depression. This caring doctor provided her with ‘free samples’ of medication that is sometimes used to treat pregnancy-related depression.

The Community College program studies also added to her stressful situation, so she withdrew from the subsequent two semesters.

Desperately needing a stable income that was not dependent on tips, Sarah scoured kuşadası escort the want ads daily. She knew that her pregnancy would definitely be viewed negatively by any prospective employer(s). Sarah had also only completed the first year of her Applied Business Studies-A.A.B. degree. This would limit the type of job she could apply for while meeting the minimum education requirements.

Sarah saw an intriguing want ad listed in the local daily newspaper for a manufacturing company (Win Exexx), new to their N. Florida area. The company intended to open a regional production facility, including a shipping department there in the next six months, and currently had an ‘advance team’ in place. If successful, the new company would provide hundreds of really good-paying manufacturing jobs to the area.

Win Exexx needed to quickly hire a few local persons to speed up their new plant development since the facility was soon opening. The paper’s want ad listed an ‘Executive Office Assistant’ position but did not list any minimum education requirements, specific duties, or work experience.

Sarah decided to apply immediately and seek an interview. If she was lucky and they hired her, she would have a good-paying job until her expected delivery date in seven months. She dressed as nice as possible with her limited wardrobe and took a bus to the Win Exexx office.

Sarah introduced herself to the receptionist and “asked about the office assistant position listed in the newspaper?”

The receptionist told her “she needed to make an appointment to schedule an interview with their new Vice President.” He was quite busy with many different issues as the company rushed to open this new facility.

Sarah looked disappointed with her reply but politely thanked the receptionist for speaking with her. She then asked, “If she could apply now and make an interview appointment while she was here?”

The receptionist stared intently at Sarah and then introduced herself as Helen, with Sarah responding with her name.

Helen asked her, “If she had taken the bus here?”

Sarah replied, “Yes, she read the want ad and immediately dressed to come quickly for an interview.”

Helen told Sarah to wait in the chair next to reception for a moment, and she would speak with the new vice president.

Helen went into Mr. Erickson’s office and said, “Boss, there is a young lady named Sarah in reception about the newly posted office assistant’s job.”

“That was quick. Did you take Sarah’s application and schedule an interview?”

Helen said, “no, and she knew this was unusual, but maybe he could speak with Sarah now since there seemed to be something different about her?” Helen continued, “Sarah read about the job, then immediately got dressed and took the bus here to apply.”

Luck, fate, or destiny was with Sarah as Mr. Erickson was quite impressed with their thirty-minute conversation. She was open about her rape and resulting pregnancy, her family rejection situation, and her need for a regular job.

Mr. Erickson thanked Sarah for her honesty and said, “Yes, she was in a difficult situation for a young lady.”

Finally, Mr. Erickson asked Sarah, “would she work in a temporary status for one month and then meet with him again to discuss a permanent job?”

She excitedly responded, “absolutely, and she could start right now!”

Mr. Erickson laughed, commenting, “She did not ask how much the job paid?”

Sarah replied that “he had been honest with her, and she trusted him to be fair with her pay.”

He told her the hourly rate for the temporary status, and Sarah was “stunned” beyond belief.

He rang Helen, saying “he enjoyed speaking with Sarah, who agreed to start in a temp spot today, possibly helping her in reception this afternoon.”

She asked Helen “to teach her the basics of working reception for the next hour,” and she could work independently from that point. If she needed help, Sarah would ask Helen to give her more directions for the questioned item.

Sarah had a great afternoon, answering phones, giving directions to their office for potential employee interviews, and cheerfully helping out whenever someone asked.

Helen was still busily working when the company closed at five o’clock, so Sarah stopped by her office and asked, “If she could help her with anything?”

Helen answered, “Thanks a lot.” She was quite pleased with Sarah’s strong work effort today.

Sarah had worked diligently for a week when Mr. Erickson called her into his office, where Helen was already seated. They both were really pleased with Sarah’s work, and Helen knew about her difficult personal situation. She was offered a permanent job with an immediate twenty-five percent pay increase.

Fast forward seventeen years to 2021. Sarah, now thirty-seven years old, was now VP of USA Operations and General Manager of the N. Florida facility. She still reports to Mr. Erickson and is now in line for a promotion kocaeli escort to President of Win Exexx Worldwide. Her boss, Mr. Erickson, is now in line to assume the CEO position.

Sarah did an excellent job for Win Exexx right up to just before delivering Kim. Mr. Erickson had a large volume of critical work to complete before the company opens. He and Helen completely trusted Sarah to perform many of these tasks, so Helen approved her to work from home whenever she had difficult days near her end term.

Sarah would also be allowed one month of maternity leave. However, Mr. Erickson hoped she could complete an occasional urgent work task from home during her leave. During her third trimester, she worked diligently to honor Mr. Erickson and Helen’s trust in hiring her for the Executive Office Assistant position.

Earlier chapters provided explicit detail on Kim’s birth addiction, with Jai coming into Kim and Sarah’s life.

Nearing the end of Kim’s detox therapy, Mr. Erickson and Helen came with Sarah to visit her at St. John’s. They were utterly amazed at how peaceful Kim seemed that evening with Jai fawning over her.

With Kim gurgling happily, an incredulous Sarah walked over to them, saying, “hello, my two little princesses!”

Jai quickly answered, “Mommy, we were waiting for you!”

A stunned Sarah turned to her boss, crying, “She called me Mommy!”

After Kim’s detox was completed, Sarah applied to adopt Jai, now four, who had also been abused and abandoned at a young age.

Win Exexx honored Mr. Erickson’s pledge, offering Sarah unconditional legal and financial support during the adoption process, which took a year to finalize with Jai now five.

Four years later, in 2009, Sarah also adopted Alice from the St. John’s addiction withdrawal detox program. Her birth mother was addicted to several illegal drugs, with Alice born addicted to them as well. Sarah, Jai, Kim, along with ‘2,’ and Pam, nursed Alice through her entire withdrawal treatment at St. John’s, which took more than five weeks of intensive care.

Sarah applied to adopt Alice after the biological mom was declared unfit. Once again, Win Exexx jumped in to help Sarah with the legal issues, including leasing a larger townhouse for the family of four, as well as providing various economic items. This adoption process went smooth as silk since Sarah was now Operations Manager at Win Exexx and had a four-year history in caring for Jai and Kim.

At twenty-four years of age, Sarah was a single Mom. She had three daughters: Jai, eight, Kim, four, and Alice, five months old.

DR. and MRS.ANDERSON

The Anderson couple first met at the University of Minnesota while Dr. Anderson was in Medical School, and Mrs. Anderson earning her Masters in Human Psychology focusing on juveniles.

The Andersons moved to Northern Wisconsin for his internship, including various Pediatric Resident section appointments leading to appointment as Chief Resident.

The couple decided to start their family while Dr. Anderson was Chief Resident since his pediatric specialty training was nearly completed. They had often discussed having their own biological children and possibly adopting others when it seemed appropriate.

They weren’t cold-weather individuals and knew their permanent residence would likely be in a warm climate, possibly Central or Northern Florida. His being a Chief Resident came with excellent pay, and he would be offered a staff pediatrician appointment at this teaching hospital for another five years after completing his Chief Residency.

Mrs. Anderson quickly conceived, and multiple heartbeats were detected late in her second trimester. Her OB doctor was confident that Mrs. Anderson was carrying twins. This surprised them since there were no previous twins in either of their familys’ histories.

Nonetheless, Mrs. Anderson delivered healthy twin girls approximately eight and a half months into her pregnancy. The girls had fully inherited the Scandinavian genetic characteristics of their parents, both with thin blonde hair and bright blue eyes since they were identical.

After the twin’s seamless and healthy delivery, the hospital rumor mill had it that a newborn boy had been dropped off at a local fire station on that same day. They then rushed him to the hospital. There was a note asking the fire department to find him a good home.

Dr. Anderson went over to confirm that the rumor was true. Once he did, he quickly returned to inform and talk with his wife about the little one.

The Andersons asked the hospital Chief of Staff to strongly consider them for adopting the little boy, as their twin girls were born the same day, and they could rear them as triplets.

The adoption request documents were approved by the hospital and family court. The Andersons were now the proud parents of ‘non-biological triplets!’

The couple felt this was truly a miracle, so they chose ‘Biblical Names’ for the triplets, as they always konya escort called them.

The elder twin daughter was named ‘Ester Mary Anderson.’

The younger twin daughter was ‘Ruth Mary Anderson.’

The triplet son was ‘Jonathan Samuel Anderson.’

Since it was easy, Dr. and Mrs. Anderson always referred to the three children as ‘the triplets’ when they spoke with others. In a practical sense, the children were triplets by some definitions, even if they were biologically unrelated.

The Anderson family relocated to Central Florida when the triplets were ten years old. However, they were not particularly pleased with some aspects of this area. They most likely would move further north, closer to the Georgia border, before feeling they were finally home.

Dr. Anderson was now the Senior Staff Pediatrician at the local hospital. At the same time, his wife worked as a Child Psychologist on contract with the state. Her primary responsibility for girls who had been recently confined in the regional Juvenile Detention Center (JDC) was assessing their mental health.

She often evaluated abandoned and/or abused children. In this work, she met two younger girls, whom she bonded with and later adopted. These girls were much too young to be detained in a JDC. The Andersons cared for them in their home while the girls were wait-listed for foster care.

Pam was adopted at four years old, and a year later, they adopted Amy (who insisted her real name was ‘2’), also at four years old. Her official adoption documents read (‘2’ Amy Anderson), and at her insistence, she was always called ‘2’. The Anderson family was now complete, with fourteen-year-old ‘pseudo triplets,’ Pam at five years old, and ‘2’ who was four.

Pam had immediately attached herself as ‘2’s’ big sister at the JDC where they first met. She was adamant “that ‘2’ was her little sister and nobody would ever hurt her again.” She was fiercely protective of her little sister ‘2’ from that day forward until the present.

Two years later, Dr. Anderson was recruited as Chief of Pediatrics at the N. Florida Regional University Hospital. The family quickly relocated to this northern community. Once the Andersons were just about settled in their new home, they visited the St. John’s Church for their first Sunday Worship Service in N. Florida.

JOURNEY TO MARRIAGE — JAI AND ‘2’

Jai and ‘2’ met and bonded instantly as best friends on the first St. John’s Sunday service the Anderson family attended. Both girls were six years old, with their close friendship including Pam, ‘2’s’ seven-year-old sister, and Kim, Jai’s two-year-old sister.

Their friendship developed into an unbreakable bond over the next two years.

All four girls helped guide Alice through her drug detox therapy at the St. John’s Clinical Care Center.

Jai’s mom-Sarah was always with the four girls during baby Alice’s drug addiction treatment and subsequently became extremely attached to her. Once Alice was detoxed and ready for discharge, Sarah applied to adopt her. The major requirement was the family court declaring the birth mother unfit before Alice’s adoption was final.

Jai, Pam, ‘2’, and Kim remained extremely close until Alice was three and Kim was seven. The two younger girls started to occasionally wander off on their own adventures with their Mom-Sarah and other church friends in their age group.

However, the three older girls, Pam eleven with Jai and’ 2 both ten, stayed such close friends that the St. John’s community nicknamed them The Three Musketeers.

Although the three older girls were very close, they never excluded Kim and Alice from their activities. The two younger girls often wanted to be just like their big sisters.

Jai, Pam, and ‘2’ sort of allowed one outsider, Rainey, into their inner circle for athletics. Rainey, their Pastor’s daughter, was needed to complete their 4 X 100 Meters Relay team. The four girls were undefeated and State Champions for four consecutive years until they tired of competing and moved on to accelerated university studies. The 4 X 100 champions occasionally hung out after practice or winning a track meet. Still, Rainey was never included in their inner circle as a fourth Musketeer.

The ‘Three Musketeers’ started university via a special online program at ages thirteen and fourteen. This program was unique in that the girls were only required to be on the Boston campus for one week per academic year.

Jai earned her doctorate in Human Psychology at nineteen, ‘2’ earned her Law Degree at nineteen, and Pam earned a doctorate in Public Education at twenty. All three girls graduated with honors from the ACC University in Boston, with ‘2’ Summa Cum Laude in her Law School Class.

The Three Musketeers met Jenny during graduation week in Boston. She was eighteen years old, studying in the online program, and expected to complete her doctorate in Journalism in two years at the age of twenty.

Three weeks later, Pam quickly fell for Jenny while they were on vacation in the Attitash Mountains. After Jenny decided to complete her Journalism doctorate from Jai’s home in N. Florida, the two young ladies became a couple. The timing of their commitment to being a couple was about three months after meeting at graduation week in Boston.

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Harold watched Jennifer walking into the bathroom, her long breasts swaying with every movement.

Jennifer noticed his keen interest.

“My daughter told me that you are a breast man. Like my tits? Here, feel free! I know my tits make guys horny.”

She offered him her breasts with her hands.

He sat on the edge of the bath, took them in his hands and gently massaged the amazingly long breasts.

They were less firm than those of Annie and Jennifer, but they were not drooping.

Their deep black skin was shining and silky soft.

Jennifer was well preserved, with only a few wrinkles around her eyes.

He could not help but take a nipple in his mouth. It was long and firm, like Emmy’s.

Jennifer sighed of pleasure.

“No milk today!” she laughed, “I hear that Annie and Emmy let you suck them.”

Harold moaned.

“Sorry love, no milk from me, the old cow, but I hope just sucking my tits makes you horny.

Oh, it does, look! “She grinned and took his growing penis in her hand.

When you’ve finished with my titties we go in the water, OK? I will deal with him later.

Like Annie and Emmy, she now playfully referred to his penis as if it were a person, a ‘he’.

They had a delightful time together in the bath. It was exciting to feel each other’s genitals and massage them under the layer of foam. Harold’s erection became so fierce that the glans of his penis rose above the water, to the delight of Jennifer.

“Goowd, you’re becoming hard again! Good boy! Promises good fun!” she laughed.

Suddenly she looked him in the eye and said, “you know what I really want now? I want you to eat my peach. To lick my pussy, you know.

Emmy says you’re very good, you learned from, what’s her name again?”

“Lydia?” Harold asked.

“Yes, Lydia, that’s it, I knew it was a posh name! Still, she loves a good munch then, this Lydia?”

Harold recognized the terms from his pornographic magazines.

He smiled and nodded.

“Lydia, so beautiful, so sweet. She was my first woman you know. She will for always be my first.”

He told Jennifer about his relationship with Lydia and Glen and how she initiated him. Not only in straight intercourse but also in various sexual techniques. And, yes indeed also in cunnilingus.

She listened with interest whilst she massaged his penis, and let his hands roam freely over her body.

Her long, dark red nipples were a continuous source of arousal for him. As with Emmy’s nipples they reminded him of animal teats. He loved to lift her breasts out of the water and take the nipples between his fingers.

When he had told her everything, Jennifer said, “You were lucky to have an older woman for your very first fuck.

Emmy and Annie think you are better in bed because you had your first sex with a mother; a married woman who still nursed I believe.

I’ve been a whore myself, you know that no? Sex is not the same with a customer as with a guy you really want to fuck, I can tell you that.”

Harold suddenly felt affection for the older woman in his arms, and he kissed her gently.

“You sweety,” she said, and she squeezed his penis.

“It’s your birthday Jennifer and I am yours for the night, remember. You chose what we do,” he whispered.

“Thanks, sweety, I know what I want. A looong and slow licking of my cunt. Lick me till I come. That’s what I want, will you do that for me?”

She looked at him to see his reaction.

“Yes Jennifer, I will,” Harold smiled, “as long escort kartal as you want, as much as you need for you to come.

Lydia taught me how to do it.”

They helped drying each other. Jennifer let him dry her breasts and smiled when she saw his genuine youthful arousal.

His penis stood upright in a fierce erection. “He’ll have to wait now. I will help him later, don’t worry,” Jennifer laughed.

She lay down on her back on the bed and spread her thighs. This time, the head of a pink clitoris was already showing between the labia of her large black vulva.

“I want to see you, I want to see you doing it,” she said and drew a cushion under her head.

Harold was proud that he could show her that he knew what to do.

Jennifer’s vulva was much larger and looked less firm than that of the three other women he knew.

The labia were swollen but looser and showing part of their pink insides.

Even his flat tongue did not cover the width of the labia. So, he decided to lick them one at a time, first the right one then the left one. Jennifer left him alone finding his way and just showed by a shudder and a ‘yes!’ when she liked what he was doing.

He was careful not to touch the clitoris during his licking. It began to protrude imploringly amongst the swollen labia.

Sometimes she watched him lick, sometimes she closed her eyes for a while, groaning softly.

After a while he felt her body starting to shudder gently and heard her groaning intensifying.

Harold decided to try.

Very slowly and gently he closed his lips around the now prominent clitoris.

Jennifer reacted with a jolt, and she started to squirm.

Harold had trouble holding on to the clitoris with his mouth.

“Yes, take him, yes, pull him out! Yes, yes, that’s it, pull him out, pull him!” she yelled imploringly and looked at him with fiery eyes. “That’s a good boy, go on, oh yes!”

Harold sucked the head of the clitoris further into his mouth. It was rigid by now.

He let it slip in and out and with his tongue tickled the little knob.

At the same time, he introduced his forefingers gently into the drenched vagina below.

The woman was squirming and panting heavily by now.

When he found the ribbed parts on the slippery inside he started the massage that Lydia had taught him so well; by alternatively bending and stretching his fingers.

“Oh goowd, that’s it, that’s it, go on, don’t stop…please!” Jennifer yelled.

Her entire body began to shake.

She had taken his head between her hands as if to pull it further between her thighs.

Suddenly she lifted her trembling legs into the air, she shook her head and let out a deep groan.

She came.

Harold had released the clitoris from his mouth when he felt the big mature woman approaching her climax.

It seemed to him that those mighty thighs could crush him if she closed them!

The groaning and trembling continued for some time until all of a sudden Jennifer’s heavy legs fell back onto the bed, and she remained immobile. Her panting slowly subsiding.

After a few minutes, Harold bent over her. “Are you OK, Jennifer,” he asked, watching the panting woman.

She opened her eyes, and a broad smile appeared on her face.

“Oh sweety, I feel wonderful, don’t worry. You’ve done a super job. I haven’t come like that in years!”

She pulled Harold’s face down and kissed him on the lips.

“Come, lie with Jennifer, let me look bayan escort at you.”

Harold lied down next to her. She looked him in the eyes and whispered, “your turn now, you think you are strong enough?”

She reached for his balls and squeezed them.

Harold winced softly.

“I think you have enough,” Jennifer said, “what you want now is squirting, no? Goowd you’re tense!”

She got up and sat on the edge of the bed and laid the towel on her lap.

“Come here,” she ordered, “no, over here, just in front of me.”

Harold obeyed.

His erect penis stood up right in front of Jennifer’s eyes. Pre-cum leaked out and made a clear, swaying thread.

Harold’s hands sought support on her shoulders.

Jennifer did not waste any time. She bent over and swept aside the thread of pre-cum with one hand and firmly grasped the stiff member with her other. Then she pulled it upwards so that she could reach his balls with her mouth.

She felt him shake and heard him groan.

After in initial expert treatment of his balls with her lips and tongue, she grasped his scrotum firmly with her hand.

She spat on the glans and took it fully into her mouth.

When Jennifer started to suck, his groaning became quasi continuous. He was squirming.

Jennifer could rely on her experience with many men and blowjobs, and she used the very best of her tricks on the young man.

Like her daughter she was capable of sucking the strength out of a man!

Harold therefore did not last long.

Jennifers’ lips sliding over the head and part of the penis felt like the caresses of the labia of a vulva.

Her mouth was like a vagina that sucked!

She sucked noisily and saliva dripped onto the towel on her lap. At times she moaned encouragingly.

As a former prostitute she knew how to arouse a man to his limits.

The moment she stretched and kneaded his scrotum with her hand he came.

The young man moaned and threw his head back. The muscles in his upper legs and in his groin contracted violently and the spasmic pumping began.

Jennifer kept swallowing zealously and at several times she moaned approvingly.

She watched his reactions closely and when his ejaculation subsided she stopped sucking.

After the final spasms of his penis, he collapsed at her feet. He felt utterly drained.

He came by when he heard Jennifer’s voice.

“A big load that was sweety and good, thick and creamy!”

He looked down and saw her smiling broadly.

“I’m tired now,” she said, “must be my age! Come, lie next to me in bed.”

Harold cuddled up to the warm woman and put his arms around her.

The wine and the sex took their toll…

He could just switch off the sidelight before they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Fully naked.

A very mature woman of sixty-five and her nineteen year old lover!

Jennifer was the first to wake up. The digital clock on the side table showed 8 AM.

When she realized where she was she watched the young man next to her, moving erratically and in the process of waking up.

She was moved by his youthful and innocent-looking appearance.

At the same time, the sight of his young muscular body and his impressive male member did not fail to arouse her.

When he opened his eyes, Jennifer bent over him and stroked him over the head.

“Hi sweety, how are you feeling?”

When Harold recognized Jennifer, scenes of their hot love making the night before came up in his escort maltepe mind.

“Hello Jen, I feel great, thanks to you.”

He stretched out his arm to caress her thighs. He watched helplessly when he saw his penis starting to grow again.

Jennifer saw that too of course.

“I can see that,” Jennifer laughed aloud, “looks like you’ve had enough rest!

Still fancy this old girl, do you? After you fucked me so hard yesterday?”

Harold blushed profusely.

He wanted her again, but he felt too ashamed to admit. His rapidly swelling member gave him away though.

“Don’t be silly,” Jennifer said, “fancy another fuck? I do! Come on!”

She lay down on her back and spread her thighs.

“Come on, fuck old Jen. I know you want it, I see you want it!”

“I want it too you know,” she added with a coarse voice.

In no time, Harold found himself again in Jennifer’s tight embrace and his penis lodged deep in her vagina.

Again, it was the mature woman who took the lead and made him come, but not after she herself had had an orgasm.

Satisfied they stayed in bed for another half hour and then they took a shower.

There was a little notice from the hotel management, slipped under the door and saying that they would not be disturbed for the whole morning if they so wished. That they could order breakfast in the room.

Harold rang reception and ordered a continental breakfast for Jennifer and himself.

He had come to really enjoy the company of the very mature woman.

She told him about her eventful life, first in the tropics and later in the country they were in.

She had many anecdotes about customers she had served during her long period in a brothel.

The only slight embarrassment Harold noticed was when he asked about her daughter. She admitted that it was through her that Emmy also had worked as a luxury prostitute for some time.

“Emmy had posh customers”, she smiled, “got a few wanting to marry her!”

Towards 11 AM Jennifer rang her daughter.

Emmy came to pick them up in her car.

She deposited Harold near his home and took her mother with her to Annie’s house where both she and Annia wanted to hear everything about her night with Harold.

Here is where we finish our account of young Harold’s initiation to sex.

He successfully pursued and finished his studies of medicine, and he went on to specialize in gynaecology.

During the first two years of his studies at university, he continued to see Annia and Emmy for sex during the weekends.

After his hot night with Jennifer, the two women had no problems persuading him to spend a night each month with Jennifer too.

In his third year Harold met his future wife. A nurse, ten years his senior. Heavily built, with large breasts…With a similar libido and great love for sex as his.

His apprentice years had shaped his preferences for ever…

When he came to date the nurse regularly, the three women deemed it appropriate that they ceased their sexual relationship with Harold.

They continued to see each other occasionally as friends though.

Annie and Emmy soon found another young lover to replace Harold in their beds.

From the McPhersons in Singapore, he learned that they too had found a young man to spice up their sex life.

Harold tactfully refrained from telling his girlfriend and later wife about his turbulent first years of sex, but she benefited greatly from his experience.

He was determined that by the time his sexual forces would start to diminish, he would let his wife take a very young lover to satisfy her sexual needs.

So that, by the same token, another young man could be initiated in sex, that delicious ‘gift of life’, by an experienced older woman.

The End

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Er hatte gar nicht bemerkt, dass er schließlich doch in bekannteren Gefilden angelangt war, sich mit einem Mal vor Jack und Chases gemeinsamen Schlafbereich befand.

“Was tust du hier, mitten in der Nacht?” erkundigte sich Jack belustigt, nachdem er ihn endlich losgelassen hatte. Tony vermied seinen Blick, fuhr sich mit der Hand durch die dunklen Locken und zögerte mit der Antwort.

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“Das ist nicht nötig,” wisperte Jack, legte eine seiner schlanken Hände um Tonys Hals und zog ihn mit übermenschlicher Leichtigkeit an sich. In Tonys verwirrter Wahrnehmung, blitzten die leuchtend gelben Augen des Vampirs auf, verschmolzen mit Chases strahlend weißen Eckzähnen, die in ihrer Länge sichtbar wurden, als er erwartungsvoll den Mund öffnete. Nur für einen Moment, dann bedeckte Jack seine Lippen mit den eigenen, nahm ihm den Atem. Die Welt um ihn begann sich zu drehen, versank in einem wilden Taumel, als Jack jeden Tagtraum, den Tony jemals hätte haben können, in seiner Leidenschaft mühelos übertraf. Tony rang nach Luft, wollte den Kuss nicht aufgeben, auf das kunstfertige Spiel der Zunge nicht verzichten.

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Federleichte Finger glitten über seinen Körper, und nur durch den kühlen Luftzug, der mit einem Mal seine nackte Haut streifte, registrierte er überhaupt, dass seine Kleidung wie von Zauberhand verschwunden war. Er bebte leicht, seufzte auf, als sich ein warmer, fester Körper auf ihn legte, zärtliche Hände ihn liebkosten, blinzelte und erschauerte zugleich bei dem Anblick des schimmernden Blaus, das ihn in Jacks Augen hypnotisierte.

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Sein Mund wurde wieder bedeckt, sein wohliges Seufzen erstickt, aufgesogen von harten, fordernden Küssen, während ein Blitz in seinem Inneren aufzuckte, die Flammen, die in seinen Leisten emporloderten, Zeugnis ablegten für die gekonnten Bewegungen, mit denen Chases Hände seinen Penis zum Leben erweckten.

Jacks ersehntes Gewicht hatte sich beinahe unmerklich zur Seite verlagert, war dem des jüngeren Mannes gewichen, der seine Lippen und seine Zunge verschlang, und gleichzeitig seinen Körper in Ekstase versetzte. Kaum nahm Tony wahr, dass Jack die Zähne aus seinem Hals gezogen und die Wunde mit seiner Zunge verschlossen hatte, ein Gefühl der Glückseligkeit folgte dem nächsten, wurde zu einer ebenso unerträglichen wie süßen Qual, als Chase in einer einzigen, fließenden Bewegung seinen Unterleib anhob und machtvoll in ihn eindrang.

Er schrie auf, als die Verbindung von Schmerz und Lust ihn überwältigte, erreichte einen nie da gewesenen Höhepunkt, als Jacks erfahrene Hände ihn zusammen mit Chases harten Stößen zu den Sternen katapultierten.

Schweißbedeckt und schweratmend fuhr Tony hoch, blinzelte in die undurchdringlich scheinende Dunkelheit. Seine Erektion pochte schmerzhaft und seine eigenen Versuche Luft zu holen, rasselten laut in seinen Ohren.

“Nur ein Traum, zum Glück nur ein Traum,” entfuhr es ihm in die Stille hinein.

Er strich sich seine feuchten Strähnen aus der Stirn bevor er mit einem Seufzer in die glatten Kissen zurücksank, unsicher, zweifelnd, wider aller Vernunft wünschend, dass die Illusion ihn wieder in ihren Bann ziehe.

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Author’s Note

First of all, rumors of my demise are greatly exaggerated. And yes, I’ve left our poor space pirates languishing in the airlock for far too long.

In my defense, I’ve had a terrible case of writer’s block. So what’s an author to do in a situation like that? Write a musical comedy of course!

For full enjoyment of this chapter, you may want to take a moment to familiarize yourself with operetta. Search the net for any episode of Nickelodeon’s Wonder Pets for a quick primer. Yeah, it’s a little childish, but so is this chapter.

*

Chapter 19: Lesbian Space Pirates The Musical

On board the Black Prince, in the lounge.

Jade was sporting a wide grin. She turned to Amaliya. “Okay, I remember it now.”

Amailya rolled her eyes. “Fine, let’s hear it.”

“What’s a pirate’s favorite letter?”

Amaliya snorted as she laughed. “Really? That’s it? This one is so easy.”

“Okay smarty pants, what is it?”

Amaliya sat up straight on the Megacomf sofa and puffed up her chest. “Rrrrr, obviously.”

Jade shook her head. “Nope.”

“Nope? What do you mean, nope?”

“I mean nope, as in that’s not the answer.”

“Not R?” said Amaliya, pursing her lips for a moment. “Rrrrr.”

“Nope.”

“Alright, spill it. What’s a pirate’s favorite letter if it’s not Rrrrr?”

Jade grinned and leaned forward. Amaliya did the same, but holding her breath instead of grinning. They both held the pose for a few moments. Finally, in a whisper Jade said, “It be the C.”

“The… Oh, gawd.” Amaliya fell backward and lay with her arms spread wide. “That was horrible.”

“Get it? The C. Because C sounds like sea.”

“Yeah, I got it.” Amaliya laid her palm across her forehead. “It was still horrible.”

“I win!” said Jade.

“Not so fast.” Amaliya sat up again. “I’m not done yet. What did the octogenarian pirate say on his birthday?”

“Octo…” said Jade. She picked up a tablet computer from the nearby end table and began tapping and swiping. “Oh, like he’s old.”

“Mm-hmm. A very specific age, in fact.”

Jade turned her eyes toward the ceiling. After a while she let out a sigh. “I give up.”

Amaliya was wearing a full-face grin. “Aye, matey!”

Jade stared.

“Aye, matey,” repeated Amaliya. And then more slowly, “Aye, matey… I’m eighty… get it? Aye, matey.”

“Oh,” said Jade. She tossed the tablet on the cushions of the Megacomf. “Ohh! And you thought my jokes were bad.”

“Because an octogenarian is—”

“Eighty,” said Jade. “Yeah I got it. No more pirate jokes, please. I’m dying over here.”

“Okay,” said Amaliya, “Here’s another one. A priest, a rabbi, a hippie, and Henry Kissinger are all on a plane when the pilot suddenly drops dead.”

Jade shook her head. “No. No more, please.”

“This is a good one, you’ll want to—”

Amaliya was interrupted by a song in four part harmony. From the stateroom, drifted the words, “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.”

“Oh, shit!” Jade’s eyes went wide.

*

In the stateroom

Lúcia sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, turned toward Aidoru who was sprawled out, face down on the covers.

“What is the matter, my love?” asked Lúcia.

Aidoru’s three bodies lay clustered together, faces in the pillows. A chorus of sobs arose as her bodies heaved.

Lúcia reached out to stroke the hair of the Aidoru closest to the edge of the bed. “You don’t need to answer. Just know that I’m here if you want to talk.”

Three Aidoru rolled over simultaneously, eyes puffy and red-rimmed.

“It’s always Haiku,” said Aidoru.

“The only way I can speak.

A freak of nature.”

Lúcia leaned forward onto the bed, covering the Aidoru closest to her with her body and spreading her arm over the other two. “Is that what’s been bothering you? You’re not a freak,” said Lúcia. “You’re my girl. Je t’aime.”

Three Aidoru twitched simultaneously with a hitching breath.

“Je t’aime,” repeated Lúcia. “You are prefect to me and in the eyes of God.”

“I talk like a freak.” Aidoru frowned.

“The only things I can say

“Come out as Haiku.”

Lúcia sat up a shook her head. She kütahya escort pressed a finger to Aidoru’s lips. “Then don’t talk.”

Aidoru rolled over and buried her faces in the pillows again. Her bodies hitched with another sob.

Lúcia reached out to touch Aidoru’s shoulder. “I did not mean to say you should stay silent, my love. I meant that there are other ways to communicate. Perhaps singing?”

Aidoru rolled over again, this time focusing her gaze on Lúcia.

“I know a song that my sisters and I would sing on the Hildegard von Bingen.” Lúcia took Aidoru’s hand and tugged. “It’s called Amazing Grace. Singing it helps me remember that wherever I may find myself, God is walking with me.”

Aidoru sat up. The backs of three identical hands wiped under three pair of puffy, red eyes.

“It goes like this,” said Lúcia.

“Amazing grace, How sweet the sound.

“That saved a wretch like me.

“I once was lost, but now I am found.

“Was blind, but now I see.”

Aidoru cocked her heads, focusing on Lúcia.

“Now you try,” said Lúcia.

“Amazing grace, How sweet the sound,” sang Aidoru.

“That saved a wretch like me.

“I once was lost, but now I am found.

“Was blind, but now I see.”

“See? No haiku,” said Lúcia. “Now, let’s sing together.”

Three Aidoru and one Lúcia opened their mouths.

“Amazing Grace, How sweet the—”

Their singing was interrupted by the sound of Captain Jade’s voice echoing down the hallway as her feet pounded on the deck. “Oh, shit!” she said. “No, no, no. Shut it down. Shut them all down!”

*

Meanwhile, back in the lounge

“What are you going on about?” Amaliya stood up and followed behind as Jade marched down the corridor toward the sound of singing. “Leave them alone. It’s just singing.”

Jade stopped and spun on heel. “Just singing? Just singing? Tell that to the Girl Scouts.”

“The Girl Scouts… What?” Amaliya stood with her hands on her hips. “Listen, I can understand that you don’t like my bad pirate jokes, but I will not have you coming down on the girls for—”

“Wanker,” said Jade.

“Wanker?” Amaliya huffed. She held up her hand, palm turned out. “No. Oh, hell no. That is not okay. Just because you’re the captain does not give you the right to be rude. It’s just singing for the love of—”

“Just singing?” Jade’s eyes were wide, her cheeks were beginning to pinken. “Tell that to the poor Girl Scouts!”

“Listen here, Captain. I don’t know what the hell is—”

“What is going on?” asked Lúcia, striding down the corridor. She was followed closely by Aidoru.

“That’s what I’m trying to find out,” said Amaliya, “but Captain Jade is being a Rudy McRude Pants. She called me a wanker. Can you believe that?”

Captain Jade shook her head. “No, not you,” she said. “I’m not calling you a wanker. I’m talking about WANKER. WANKER! The worldwide association of network entertainers and recording artists.”

“The worldwide…” Amaliya stopped to stare at the ceiling for a moment. She shifted her gaze back to Jade and crossed her arms over her chest. “Those works don’t even spell wanker. It’s more like… like wanera.”

“What’s a wanera?” asked Lúcia.

Behind her, Aidoru shrugged. “Maybe sandwiches?

“It sounds like a sandwich place.

“To me, anyway.”

“WANERA is what you get when you make a proper acronym from the worldwide association of—” Amaliya started.

“Look,” said Jade, throwing her hands in the air, “I didn’t make it up.”

“Maybe if you take the K at the end of network and use that as part of the acronym,” mused Lúcia. “Though I do not know if it truly qualifies as an acronym when such liberties are taken.”

“Listen,” said Jade. “I don’t know where they got the damn letters. All I know is that WANKER… WANKER is everywhere. They’re probably listening to us right now. Eavesdropping on the signals given off by our electronic devices. You never know. Not even Girl Scouts are safe from WANKER.”

Amaliya wove her fingers through her hair, gripping tightly. “What. Are. You. On. About?”

“Yes, Captain Jade,” said Lúcia. “I do not see why singing manisa escort is bad. Nor do I see why you insist on calling Amaliya a wanker.”

“I’m not…” Jade stopped. She sucked a deep breath and blew it out all at once. “Copyrighted lyrics,” she said.

Amaliya let go of her hair and stared. “Copy…”

“Copyrighted lyrics,” repeated Jade. “All songs have a copyright. You can’t sing them without paying royalties.”

“To the wankers?” asked Lúcia.

All three Aidoru fell backward onto the Megacomf sofa, heads back and arms wide.

“Exactly!” said Jade. “Now help me find any device with a microphone and let’s get them shut down before WANKER finds out you’ve been singing without permission.”

“You can’t be serious,” said Amaliya.

“Dead serious,” said Jade, her eyes darting about the lounge. “I wish Emily were here,” she said. “She could probably flip a master switch somewhere…”

“Like a WANKER firewall,” said Amaliya, chewing her lip to suppress a grin and losing the battle.

“Laugh if you want. I’m not taking any chances,” said Jade. “Not even the Girl Scouts are safe.”

“You keep mentioning the Girls Scouts,” said Amaliya.

Jade turned and leveled her gaze. “Campfire songs. They were singing campfire songs. And WANKER nabbed ’em.”

“Like how, exactly?”

“Not from the campground. Took them to court. Sued them for copyright infringement.” Jade was moving around the walls of the lounge, flipping any power switches she found into the off position as she went. “The Girl Scouts.”

“Damn, that’s cold.” Amaliya shook her head. She began moving around the walls opposite Jade, flipping switches as she went. “Fucking WANKER,” she mumbled.

Lúcia stood watching and then reached to pick up the tablet from where it lay next to Aidoru on the cushion of the Megacomf sofa.

“Good idea,” said Jade. “See if you can find a master control panel for the ship’s communication systems.”

“Fucking WANKER!” Amaliya was tearing around the perimeter of the lounge, looking high and low.

“Not a switch,” said Lúcia.

Jade stopped and turned to Lúcia. “No switch? Maybe there’s another way. Damn, I wish Emily were here. She’d be tapping and swiping and a minute later she’d exclaim, ‘I’m in!’ Do you know how to hack, Lúcia? Do nuns do that kind of stuff? Hacking?”

“We don’t need to switch it off,” said Lúcia. “We may continue singing.”

Jade and Amaliya turned to stare. Aidoru lifted her heads from the back of the couch cushions. “WANKER?” croaked Amaliya.

Lúcia shook her head. She held up the tablet and pointed. “Amazing Grace was written in 1772 and published in 1779.”

“So?” said Jade. “I bet they had WANKERs back then. Colonial WANKERs. The worst kind.”

“The copyright expired many long years ago,” said Lúcia. “I think we are safe to sing.”

“Fucking WANKER,” mumbled Amaliya, shaking her fist at the ceiling.

“Sister Amaliya,” said Lúcia, laying her hand on Amaliya’s forearm. “When I am upset, I often find that singing helps me focus. Would you like to try?”

Amaliya opened her mouth, but she didn’t get a chance to speak. Aidoru and Lúcia beat her to it.

“Amazing grace, How sweet the sound.

“That saved a wretch like me.

“I once was lost, but now I am found.

“Was blind, but now I see.”

Jade reached up and wiped her eye with the back of her hand. “That was fucking beautiful. And in four part harmony. Just beautiful.”

Amailya stood tall with her middle finger extended toward the ceiling. “Take that WANKER,” she said.

*

In the lounge, a while later

The two Megacomf sofas were both completely devoid of cushions. The cushions having been moved to the floor and arranged to create a circular padded area with nearly as much space as the bed occupying the stateroom. In the center was the tablet computer, displaying a holographic flame on its upturned screen.

Sprawled out over the array of cushions were Amaliya, Jade, Aidoru, and Lúcia without a stitch of clothing among them. Aidoru was curled around Lúcia and softly humming the tune to Amazing Grace.

Amailiya heaved a sigh and pulled herself mardin escort up to prop her back against the Megacomf. She licked her index finger and drew a lazy circle around her left nipple. “Some people sing for stress relief. And that’s fine. But personally, I don’t think anything beats a good fu—”

“Who are the Girl Scouts?” Lúcia asked.

“Um,” said Jade. “Um. I guess you could say—”

“They’re like us, honey,” Amaliya reached to lay a hand on Lúcia’s arm, and then kissed Lúcia on the cheek. “Except not as gay.”

“And not as kinky,” sang Aidoru, popping up one head. “No, not as kinky,” sang the next Aidoru.

Aidoru grinned.

“They’re a group of girls that like to go on camp outs and eat granola bars and have campfires.”

“Like us,” said Lúcia.

Amaliya nodded, then re-wet her finger and began circling her right nipple.

“Though not as kinky,” sang the final Aidoru. Her grin stretched even wider.

“Who taught her about operetta?” asked Jade, while leveling her gaze at Lúcia.

Lúcia shrugged. “There is a lot of information on the net. Who can say where one might learn about—”

“Mm-hmm,” said Jade. Though her eyes were narrowed, her mouth was turning up at the corners.

“Lúcia helped me,” sang Aidoru, “Oh yes, she helped me.”

“Amour,” whispered Lúcia as she wove her fingers in with the Aidoru closest to her.

Lúcia turned to Amaliya and Jade. “I was trying to help her express herself. She was feeling a little down about speaking in haiku all the time. And I thought, since she can sing…”

“Amazing grace…” Aidoru started singing in three part harmony.

Jade shrugged. “I’d say it worked. Though I do find myself wondering if she’ll ever stop.”

“I wonder,” said Amaliya, crinkling her nose. “I wonder, how come nobody ever thought of it before now?”

“J-Pop stars have pretty rigidly controlled life,” Jade said. “From what I’ve read anyway. Maybe she never got the chance.”

“How sweet the sound…”

“Hmm,” said Amaliya. Then, reaching out to pick up Lúcia’s hand, Amailya said, “She’s lucky to have you.”

“That saved a wretch like me…”

“I’d say we all are,” said Jade, laying her hand on top of Amaliya’s and Lúcia’s. “You’ve got a good heart, Lúcia,”

“You too, Aidoru, honey,” said Amaliya. “I like your singing. Sure beats Jade’s horrible pirate jokes.”

“Pirate jokes?” Lúcia turned to Amaliya.

“Let’s not—” said Jade.

“I once was lost, but now am found…”

“Captain Jade and I were having a contest of sorts,” said Amaliya, moving her finger back to her left nipple. “While you and Aidoru were in the other room getting your jam on.”

“I do not think I know any pirate jokes,” said Lúcia.

“A priest, a rabbi, a hippie…” sang Aidoru. “And Henry Kissinger. Are all on a plane.”

Amaliya lifted her head and smiled. “When suddenly… the pilot drops dead!” she sang, matching Aidoru’s cadence.

“‘I found the parachutes’, said the priest.”

“But there are only thee of them!” sang Amaliya.

“Yes, only three of them!” responded Aidoru, matching Amaliya’s meter and then lowering the pitch of her voice to finish. “And four of us.”

“Oh, my…” said Jade, shaking her head. “What have we created?”

“Who is Henry Kissinger?” asked Lúcia.

*

Afterword

I’ll admit, this might be one of the oddest stories in the series. But, then again, a little lighthearted fun is good now and then.

And, if you’re wondering about the end of the joke, it goes like this:

A priest, a rabbi, a hippie, and Henry Kissinger are all on a plane when the pilot suddenly drops dead.

No one else on board knows how to fly.

“I found three parachutes,” says the priest. “But sadly there are four of us.”

Henry Kissinger says, “I am the schmartest man in the world, and I must live.” He grabs a pack and jumps out of the plane.

The priest and the Rabbi look at each other. “I’ve made my peace with God, they each say. Take mine so that you may live.”

The hippie looks them both in the eye. “Hey man, don’t sweat it,” he says. “The schmartest man in the world just jumped out of the plane with my backpack.”

*

And yes, Virginia, in 1996 ASCAP (The American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers) actually threatened the Girl Scouts with litigation over song royalties. And yes, many people thought they were total wankers for doing so.

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My Friend Ellie

I knew there was something on her mind, she’d been quiet too long, so I wasn’t surprised when she spoke.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think about sex?”

I confess, despite being used to answering her questions, that one floored me for a moment. I looked across at my friend Ellie, looking for some idea of where she was going with this, but all I could see in her face was honest curiosity. I guess I probably flushed a little, but I answered her truthfully, as I always did. “Ellie, I’m a guy. Still a teenager fer Chrissake! I think about sex just about all the time.”

She laughed, wrinkling her nose in that endearing habit she has. “I thought that might be the case.”

“Why do you ask?”

She shrugged. “I guess I wanted to be sure.”

She had me curious now. “Sure about what?”

“That what I read was true. As far as I know, you’ve never lied to me, so I figured if I asked you, you’d give me an honest answer.” She looked across at me with a quick smile.

“Ellie, love, a question like that usually has an agenda of some sort behind it. What gives?”

She sobered, and moved round in front of me so that she could see my face. “We go off to college next month, right?”

“Yes, okay. So?”

“And people, students like us, I mean, often have sexual relationships in college, right?”

I gave her a rueful smile. “So I’ve heard.”

“Charlie, you think about sex, but have you ever had any? I mean, have you ever fucked a girl?” There was a spot of color on each of her cheeks, a little blaze of heat. I stared at her for a long moment and her flush deepened. She looked flustered suddenly. “I’m sorry, Charlie! Forgive me, I should never have asked you that.”

I reached out and squeezed her hand. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” I was intrigued. Ellie and I were almost the same age, only a week between our birthdays. Each of us without siblings, we lived three houses apart, and we’d been around each other since we were in diapers, near enough inseparable. Ellie’s mom and mine are best friends and look enough alike to be sisters, but aren’t, and Ellie has their coloring, dark-blonde hair and skin that tans easily at the first sun of summer. Me, I tan easily enough, but my hair is a color best described as forgettable, a sort of dirty mouse. Take after my dad, I suppose. I decided I was going to answer Ellie honestly. “Fucked, no. Not yet, although I thought I was getting close a time or two. A few hand-jobs, and two blow-jobs, but no fucking, not yet.” I grinned at her. “Why, are you offering?” I said, kidding her.

What she said next floored me. She went a deep red, clearly visible through her tan, and whispered, “Yes.”

I stared at her. “Ellie, what are you saying?”

She took a deep breath and when she spoke the words came tumbling out. “Charlie, when I lose my virginity, I want it to be to someone I love, someone I know is honest with me, someone I can talk to, about anything. I might find someone like that in college, but I doubt it, at least not at first. I think the boys will be trying to get into my panties. I might even let them, if I like them enough, but I don’t want to lose my cherry casually.”

“Ellie, love, I don’t know what to say.”

She grinned, that quick flash of humor that was so typical of her. “‘Yes’ will do.”

“Hold on a moment. Are you asking me to make love to you, to be the one who takes your virginity?”

She took another deep breath, and her eyes held mine. “Yes, I am.”

I gestured helplessly. “Why me?”

“I told you, dummy! I want it to be someone I love, who loves me. We’ve been so close now, for so many years, that I would really like it to be you who takes my cherry.” She smiled. “I thought it would be nice for us to learn together,” she said, her voice gentle, “and then when we get lovers in college – we hope! – we’ll have some experience and won’t make idiots of ourselves.”

My prick was giving me the answer, stiffening in my pants. I was truly conscious of what Ellie was offering and I suppressed my first inclination to be flippant. Instead, I took her hand in mine and looked her straight in the eyes. “Ellie, I would consider it an honor.”

She grinned again, that lightning flash that lights her whole face. “Well, that’s okay, then. As long as it’s fun, too. When?”

I looked around. We were in the park, and there were people everywhere. “Well, not now,” I said, “It’s too busy here.”

Ellie nodded. “I thought maybe tomorrow.”

So soon! “Why tomorrow?” I said, although I had a good idea.

“Because my Mom and Dad, and your Mom and Dad, are going to the concert in Jackson, that’s why. They’re leaving at six-thirty and won’t be back until midnight. I asked Mom if it would be okay if you kept me company and she was all for it.” Ellie grinned again. “She might change her mind if she knew what I was planning.”

“Yeah, I guess she would.” I grinned at her, then sobered. “I’d better get some rubbers.”

Ellie shook her head. “No need. I’ve been escort tuzla on the pill for three months now. Mom and I talked about it, and she suggested it. She was great, she said it was probable that I might be sexually adventurous – yeah, Charlie, her very words – I might be sexually adventurous in college, and it was safer for me to be on the pill than to rely on some boy remembering a rubber at the critical moment.”

“She’s a thoughtful lady, your Mom.”

Ellie nodded. “She is. She’s a good friend, too.” She smiled at me. “I’m really looking forward to this, Charlie. I’m quite wet just thinking about it.”

I indicated the bulge in my jeans. “How do you think it’s affecting me?”

She laughed again, then gazed at me. “Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

“You said you’d had blow-jobs,” she said, her tone innocent. “Anyone I know?”

“One, yes, but she’s in New York now.”

Ellie looked puzzled. “New York? The only girl that I know who went to New York is Thelma Jens.”

“That’s right.” I think I smirked a little.

Ellie gasped in disbelief. “She gave you a blow-job? Little Miss Proper? The girl who blushed every time a boy so much as spoke to her?”

“That’s the one.” I remembered Thelma with affection. Get her skirt up around her hips – or, better, off completely – to play with her pussy, put her cliche horn-rim glasses somewhere safe, and let her hair down from its usual tight bun and she was a different girl. Hell, the blow-job had even been her idea. I was having so much fun playing with her pussy, I’d have settled for a hand-job, because Thelma had made it plain that fucking was very much not on the agenda. Her pussy-juice had tasted good on my fingers, too, so much so I’d even persuaded her to let me eat her. To climax, too. Noisy girl, Thelma. I think that’s what triggered the blow-job, and a very good one it was, too, for someone who claimed it was her first time. She swallowed my jizz, too. I missed her; I think given a little more time I might even have persuaded her to fuck if her folks hadn’t moved.

Ellie shook her head. “I’m amazed. She didn’t look the type.”

“Still waters run deep, Ellie. Look at you.”

Ellie laughed. “I guess so.” She looked at me. “Tomorrow – “

“What about tomorrow?”

“Come along about six. We can see the folks off, and then we can play until nearly midnight.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I said softly, “but for now, Ellie, sweetheart, can we talk about something else until I can persuade my boner to go down?”

She giggled, that fruity, infectious gurgle of hers. “How’s your French?” she said innocently.

“Huh?”

“Conjugate the irregular verb, ‘to be’.”

Shit! She meant French French! “Je suis,” I began.

* * * * *

Next day took forever to drag through until six. Our folks were planning to have a meal after the concert. They’d booked a table at a favorite restaurant. Mom asked me if I wanted anything to eat before they left.

“Not just now, Mom. Ellie and I, we’ll get something later. No rush.”

“The two of you won’t be bored too much, I hope,” said Mom.

“I don’t think so. Ellie said something about a video, so I guess we’ll be watching that. We’ll be fine, Mom. You and Dad go and enjoy yourselves.”

“I’m sure we will. You and Ellie have fun, too.”

“We will, Mom.” We sure will!

I wandered along to Ellie’s house at about five past six. Her Mom and Dad were in the last throes of getting ready, before going along to our house. My Mom was driving, as tonight’s designated driver. The four of them, my Mom and Dad, and Ellie’s Mom and Dad, went out together often enough to have established a rota. Mom’s turn for the short straw tonight. She’d enjoy herself all the same, any one of them would.

Ellie looked good. White blouse, crisp and fresh, dark red skirt about three inches above the knee. Bare legs and backless slippers. She slipped her arm through mine as we stood on the porch to wave her folks off and, a few minutes later, to wave to all four parents as they drove past. We went back indoors, and Ellie turned to me.

“We’ll give them fifteen minutes, just to make sure they haven’t forgotten anything. We should be okay after that, as Mom either remembers immediately or doesn’t forget.” She hardly had the words out of her mouth before her breathless Mom came rushing in.

“Forgot my purse,” she said, grabbing it from the couch where she’d left it. She waved as she ran through the door. “‘Bye kids, see you around midnight.”

Ellie laughed as her mother disappeared. “See! What’d I tell you? Another ten minutes, just in case.” We sat and watched the TV for those ten minutes – I couldn’t tell you what was on to save my life. The tension was palpable. At last Ellie heaved a sigh. “Okay, Charlie. Give me five minutes, then come up to my room, okay?” She stood and went to the doorway, pausing, gnawing on her bottom lip. “Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

“If you’re about to make love to a girl, would you want to undress istanbul escort bayan her, or have her naked, waiting for you?”

I stared at her, the vision of a naked Ellie in my mind, fighting with another vision of me undressing her. Ellie raised her brows, a half-smile on her face. I laughed. “Surprise me, Ellie.”

She grinned. “In that case, give me ten minutes before you come upstairs.” She blew me a kiss, and was gone.

I spent the ten minutes trying to persuade my prick it wasn’t time to get hard yet. I still could hardly believe what was happening. Ellie and I had been ‘best friends’ since we could walk under the table upright; I had played with her, argued with her, agreed with her, fought with her – hell, fought for her, when a lump of of a sixth-grader tried picking on her, to his regret – and studied with her. I had given my honest opinions on whether I thought her sweater was too tight, her skirt too short, whether her bra showed through her blouse, whether she should wear her hair up or down. We’d even traded information on our classmates, Ellie telling me which girls she thought might be my type, I in turn warning her about the boasters and maulers. As a result, we’d dated people we liked and could trust. I grinned. Thelma had been my own discovery.

We even had the same interest in computers and were off to college to study computer science together, but never for a moment had I considered Ellie sexually. Ellie was Ellie, my friend. It wasn’t that she was unattractive. Far from it, because Ellie is a living doll. Fairly tall, slender, beautiful. Athletic, too, both of us having made the High School swim team. Having to reappraise my attitude towards her made me think of her anew, and I realized after thinking it through that the girls I’d dated all reminded me of Ellie. Even Thelma, although with her it was because I’d found her attitude to life to be similar to Ellie’s, once I got past her horn-rims and her natural reserve. I thought about what I was going to find upstairs and my prick started hardening again. I’d seen Ellie in swimsuits often enough, in competition, and in her bikini on the beach. I knew she went in and out in all the right places, and very nicely, too, but I had no idea what her nipples were like, or her areolae, or whether she shaved her pussy. That brought memory of Thelma back again, as I’d managed to get her out of her bra a few times. Bigger than Ellie, Thelma was. Luscious, kissable, suckable nipples.

I glanced at my watch again for the ninety-fourth time. Ten minutes was up. I took a deep breath and headed upstairs. Ellie’s bedroom door was closed and I knocked gently on the door.

“Come in, Charlie.” I took a deep breath and opened the door, not knowing what I’d find. She’d pulled the drapes, and the room was dimly lit by a low-wattage bedside lamp casting a golden glow. She was sitting on her bed, back against the padded headboard. As far as I could see, she was dressed exactly as she had been downstairs, except that now she was wearing stockings. Or pantyhose, God forbid. She smiled at me, soft, loving, the color high in her cheeks again. She patted the bed beside her. “Come and sit here, lover.”

I’m pretty sure I didn’t stumble, but that evening has so many high spots it’s highly probable I developed selective amnesia. My prick was uncomfortable, but not fully erect, so I could manage to move okay. Just. I kicked my shoes off and sat myself beside Ellie, back against the headboard. She smiled up at me.

“Charlie, I’ve been thinking.”

“You don’t want to go through with it?” I couldn’t believe how disappointed I was.

“Oh, I do, silly. No, it’s what we were talking about in the park, yesterday. About hand-jobs and blow-jobs, sort of thing. You said Thelma gave you a blow-job?”

“Yeah, that’s right. She was good, too.”

“Did you, um, eat her, ever?”

I looked down at Ellie. I could tell my answer to this question was important. “Yes, I did. I think it was my eating Thelma’s pussy that prompted her to give me a blow-job.”

“Didn’t your clothing get in the way? I mean, where did you do it?”

“On her folks’ couch, when they were out. Clothing? I got Thelma out of her skirt, slid off her panties and unfastened her blouse and bra. Bless her, it was front-fastening.”

“So, she was bottomless,” Ellie laughed, “so to speak, and open wide?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“What about you?”

“Sweatshirt off, jeans and shorts round my ankles, I guess.”

“Wouldn’t you have been more comfortable naked?”

“Yes, but we reckoned we could get covered up pretty quick, if her folks came back.”

Ellie smiled up at me, then flushed and looked away. “Charlie, I want to give you a blow-job, before we fuck, and I want you to eat me, too,” she said, so quietly I could hardly hear her.

I smiled down at her. “I think I can tolerate that.”

Ellie laughed. “I think we should be naked, too. That way we can move if we need to, without worrying about tangled clothing.”

“Makes escort erenköy sense,” I said, my prick twitching even further towards hardness. Before I realized what was happening, Ellie had scrambled off the bed. She had a portable Hi-Fi set on the dresser, and pressed ‘play’ on the tape.

“Watch me, lover,” she whispered, as the music began to play. I had no idea what it was that was playing, but that it was bump’n’grind stripper music was beyond doubt. I’ve told you Ellie was pretty athletic. I reckon she could make a good living as a stripper. She was dynamite. Before she even had her skirt off my prick was rock-solid and I was squirming.

Ellie laughed, even as she was moving. “Take your clothes off, Charlie. Get comfortable.” She threw her skirt at me, moving in time with the music, hands at the buttons of her blouse. Long, it covered her panties, but I could see suspender straps clipped to her stockings, and my prick twitched again. I groaned, easing my zip over the mountain, popped the stud at my waistband, and pushed my jeans down, kicking them off over my feet. I sat up and hauled my sweatshirt over my head, throwing it aside. My socks followed, and I was naked, except for an obscenely tented pair of boxer shorts.

Ellie took her hands from her buttons for a moment to applaud me. I grinned at her, indicating my boxers. “They go, when I see your breasts.”

She laughed, loosening the one remaining button on her blouse. Fixing my eyes with hers, her fingers gripping the lapels, she slowly opened the blouse and let it slide back off her shoulders, catching it on one hand and flinging it at me as she pirouetted. I’d seen Ellie loads of times in her bikini, and good as she looked in it, in her underwear, no more revealing, she was dynamite.

Her underwear was sin-scarlet red, half-cup bra, tiny briefs – a thong, I realized as she pirouetted again – garter belt. She was loosening the garter straps as she moved to the music, unclipping the belt and throwing it at me, twirling again, then dancing on the spot, sinuous, exciting. She fixed me with her eyes again, as her hands went to the fastening of her bra. Front, like Thelma’s. She kept her hands together for a moment until, at a climactic moment in the music, she threw her arms apart, letting the bra hang loose and free, exposing her breasts to me for the first time, the bra dropping to the floor as she lowered her arms.

Ellie’s breasts are beautiful. She’s not big, and I don’t think they dropped at all after her bra went. I’m almost certain Ellie’s bras are for decoration, not support. Her breasts stood proudly on her chest, beautifully shaped, so cuppable, crowned by erect little nubbins on inch-across areolae, deep pink against her tan. An idle part of my brain registered – no tan lines! Wow! Where? She idled on the spot, hips moving, feet still. She grinned at me.

“Get them off, Charlie.”

I smiled, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers, lifting my ass so I could move them down. When my ass hit the bed again, the only thing stopping my shorts from moving was my erection, and I had to lift the front over the obstruction. I paused, still covered as far as Ellie was concerned, and fixed her with my eye. She was still moving on the spot, but now her hands were caressing her breasts for me. I groaned and she grinned again. I pushed the boxers down and let the front snap back against my thighs as I pushed them down. Ellie stopped moving for a moment, her gaze fixed on my prick, rock-hard, an expression on her face that I found almost impossible to define, combining pleasure, surprise and – I think – pure lust.

Her gaze came up to mine and we locked eyes. She smiled widely and licked her lips, her thumbs going to the waistband of her minuscule panties. Never ceasing her hip movements, she began to push them down, but as she did, she turned away from me, so that I watched the thong sliding out of her ass crack, dropping free. She loosened the panties from her hands and they fell to her feet. Still with her back to me – not that I was complaining, because Ellie’s ass is pure poetry; tight, firm, rounded – she stepped clear with one foot, hooked the toe of her other foot into the waistband, spun on her toes and flicked the panties at me with her foot. I caught them and stared at her as she dropped into the classic glamour pose, weight on one foot, the other leg bent, her hands on her thighs, fingers spread.

I could see the cleft of her pussy clearly, for she’d shaved it and the lips were bare of hair, just a little rabbit-scut tuft on her mons. Her eyes caught mine and I grinned, lifting her panties to my nose and breathing deeply. Fresh spring soap and super-heated sexy woman. Ellie moved towards me, crawling onto the bed, her gaze locked on mine. As I put her panties to one side she laid herself half along my side and her lips came to mine in our first lovers’ kiss.

Gentle at first, learning, exploring, the heat we’d already built up leaked into our kiss and made us hotter. Ellie’s lips were soft, warm, slightly salty under the strawberry flavor of her lipstick, and they parted easily to the gentle pressure of my tongue, hers coming out to duel with mine in the arena of our mouths, sparring, striking, nimble, exciting. Ellie moaned into the kiss, her lips moving against mine.

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Thanks to all my faithful readers for waiting so long for my new story. It was a bit lengthy, so I split it into three chapters. I hope you all love this story. It took me a very long time to write. I would like to thank my editor for his patient editing and his helpful hints. Enjoy.

*

Seven months later (June, the next year)

We had to go to court to face Tim one last time. He was already eighteen when he committed the crimes, so he was tried as an adult. A lot of girls came forward once Elise and I started our case against him. They were all willing to testify against him, now that he couldn’t hurt them anymore. One of them was Alex, who turned out to be his last rape victim a week before he had attempted to rape Elise. She had told us everything in December before we met up with our lawyer, Danielle. Danielle was one of my friends from college, part of Sam’s group of friends. We all still got together now and then, despite our busy schedules.

I had lost my job as a teacher; the department of education had me fired a month earlier. They decided that I’d abused my position by having sex with one of my students. They were right. It was the price I paid to be with my Elise. I decided to take the package they offered me and spend more time at home for a bit. My mother paid me for the days I helped her in the restaurant, which helped a lot. Elise and I didn’t have to use the money that we had saved in our trusts.

Danielle was a short, busty woman, shorter than me anyway, not overweight but enough for someone to hold on to and she loved it that way. She had long thick curly black hair that reached the middle of her back. She had an almost baby face, but don’t be fooled by those sweet cute looks. She was a woman who didn’t take anyone’s crap. She could put you in your place very quickly if she felt you needed it, which made her an even better lawyer.

My mother was working with the college as a Chef Lecturer. Her restaurant was her lecture hall and she had Elise and Alex in her classes. Elise and I both agreed to help Alex pay for her college fees. It’s only a twelve month course after all. After her family found out she was pregnant from a guy who raped her, they kicked her out because she couldn’t get it in her heart to get rid of the child. She never told us why her family disowned her and we never asked but we all had our suspicions.

“Come on Angel, we’re going to be late. We have to be at court in an hour. We still have to meet up with Danielle and the girls.” Elise was in the kitchen, waiting for me to get ready. We overslept this morning. I forgot to set the alarm on my phone to wake us up.

“I’m coming, Honey. I’m almost done.” I stumbled into the kitchen. I tried to pull up the zipper of my pants. I had a suit on. “Honey, can you please help me with this zipper? It got caught on my shirt.” I stood in the door, frantically trying to pull the stupid thing down to release my shirt.

“Hold on before you strip your zipper.” Elise walked toward me. She stuck her fingers in the waistband to hold my pants up and grabbed the zipper with the other hand. I braced myself with a hand on either side of the doorframe.

She gave one hard tug downward. The zipper released my shirt. Then she smoothly pulled my zipper up all while staring into my brown eyes with her blues. She grinned widely at me. Elise cupped my pussy with the hand that was on my zipper. Her other hand travelled up my body, settled behind my neck then pulled my head down for a kiss.

“That wasn’t so difficult, was it, Angel? You get agitated very quickly these days.”

“I know, Honey, it’s this court case. I just want to get it over with so we can move on with our lives. I can think of a lot more fun things to do with you instead of sitting in a courtroom the whole day.”

“We started this; we have to finish it. If we let him get away with what he has done, he will keep doing it.”

“You are right as always. We have been preparing for this day for seven months now. All those girls want justice and they are counting on us.” I placed my hands on her hips and kissed her again.

We met Danielle and the girls at my mother’s restaurant for a quick preparation. The courthouse was just across the street, so we could just walk over. Elise and I sat next to each other; Danielle had another girl next to her. Alex stood nearby next to my parents, who took the day off to support us. The rest of the girls sat, huddled up next to each other, on a long brown leather booth seat. Everyone looked nervous and anxious, maybe a little scared too.

Danielle was busy preparing each one of us individually for court. She took one of us, sat at a separate booth and came back for another, when done. Finally finished with each of us on our own, Danielle took a stand in front of us all. She looked ready to take down a whole army. She was on her game and I knew we would win this case with her on our side. Tim had no chance at all. He would never get to rape any woman again.

“Alright aksaray escort girls, all you have to remember is to tell the truth. If any lie comes out we will lose this case. Tim’s lawyer will try and turn anything against you. If there is anything that could be used against you, you have to tell me now. Once we’re in that court room, there is no turning back.” Danielle looked each of us in the eyes.

“There is one thing that all of us have in common that we can use against him. We all had one drink with him; he drugged us; he used roofies. I have my full med report right here.” Alex handed a sheet of paper over to Danielle. Danielle took a look at it, and then looked up at Alex. Something else showed in her blood.

“Great, I have been waiting for this. I’ll just make a copy at the front desk and submit it as new evidence in court. Besides Elise, you are the most recent victim. The other girls’ blood would be clean already. This is crucial.” Danielle put the sheet of paper in front of her in her file.

“I could make a copy for you in my office at the back,” Vanessa said to Danielle. She stepped forward.

“Please, if you won’t mind. Alex, why don’t you take it and go with her? Do hurry, we have five minutes and then we have to leave.” Danielle handed Alex the paper.

After Alex and Vanessa left, Danielle covered her face with her hands. She looked serious. “This is going to be a long day.” She slid her hands down her face and covered her mouth with her fingers. I leaned toward her.

“What’s wrong Danielle? You took one look at that paper, then turned white,” I asked her, seriousness evident in my own voice.

“Come with me, I need a smoke before we get to that court.” Danielle and I headed outside.

We stood in front of the restaurant and talked while she lit up a cigarette. She offered me one but I refused.

“Shannon, Alex is pregnant with Tim’s child. She is now seven months.” Danielle took a long drag of her smoke.

“I didn’t even know. She likes to wear loose and baggy clothes, so she has been hiding it very well. Why do you look so serious about this?”

“You asked me to let her stay with me for a while. I like her, but I don’t like her, you know? She sleeps on my couch, for Pete’s sake. I live in a one bedroom apartment. She needs a proper room or place of her own and her family kicked her out, remember. I can only guess that her pregnancy is the reason for their actions.”

“Yes, you’re right. You know what, Danielle? Let me talk to my parents. Maybe they will let her live in the pool house. I’ll talk to them after court. We are all having a barbeque at my house anyway.”

“That environment will be perfect for Alex, especially in her condition, and your parents will be there if an emergency arises. I’m never at home.”

Danielle stomped her cigarette butt out and looked at the crowd in the restaurant. She stood in the door and motioned for them to come along. It was time for us to get a move on. Vanessa and Alex walked in through the kitchen; both smiled wide. Vanessa had her arm around the young woman and talked about something. Anthony came in right behind them.

We headed across the street to the court room. The court was packed with people who supported the girls. Each one of us was called up to the stand to testify against Tim. His lawyer tried to use my and Elise’s relationship against us, but failed miserably because she was already eighteen at the time and an independent woman. It was wrong of me as a teacher, but I’d already lost my job over that. Our relationship didn’t harm our credibility. Danielle used the photos I asked the nurse to take of Elise’s injuries against him. She also used the medical tests, showing the use of roofies at the time Alex was raped.

During the short recess we all sat outside the courtroom on a bench. We talked about everything else but the case. We nervously waited for the verdict to be decided. Elise looked shocked when I decided to take a few drags of Danielle’s cigarette to calm my nerves. My parents looked like they could kill me. I had to take a breath mint before I could kiss Elise again. Finally the bailiff called us after half an hour.

Everyone sat in silence while the foreman of the jury read out their verdicts. He was found guilty on all counts. Tim was sentenced to serve seven counts of ten years in prison with the chance of parole after five. We all prayed against the parole, but the verdict was good enough for us. Fifty years in prison was enough cause for a celebration for us.

We all headed to my and Elise’s house for a barbeque. The rest of my friends from college came to celebrate with us. It was finally over. We could all move on with our lives now.

Elise and I were in the kitchen. We prepared salads and garlic bread to go with the meat. My parents, Alex and the others played pool and darts. Sam and Danielle sat at the kitchen table, catching up. Jasmine and her wife, Rebecca, sat with them. Her sister, Meagan amasya escort and her girl, Carrie, stood beside Elise and me. They had a short break from medical school. Those two girls were old students of mine and good friends.

“That’s alright, when his parole comes up, I’ll just appeal against him on behalf of my clients.” Danielle took a sip of her drink.

“I would have done the same thing if I were any one of these girls. The world’s better off without a creep like that.” Sam took several short sips of her drink then set her glass down.

“I’m just glad it’s over. It was the worst six months of my life. I actually got upset at any little thing.” I faced my friends.

“Should I tell them what happened this morning before we left, Angel?” I gave Elise a lopsided smile as she turned to face the others. My parents joined us in the kitchen. “She came stumbling into the kitchen this morning, agitated, because her zipper caught on her shirt. All I did was hold her pants up with one hand and tug her zipper down with the other and pulled it up again.” Everyone laughed at that as my face went red with embarrassment.

“What? We overslept; we made it just in the nick of time. You know me… I hate being late for anything.”

“Yes, we all know you, Shannon, especially how silly you get when agitated.” Sam laughed out loud.

“Yeah, yeah… let’s change the subject. Mom, Dad, we need to talk to you about Alex.”

“What is it my girl?” my Dad asked. He leaned his back against the counter with his arms around my mother.

“Well, Danielle and I have been talking and we think it will be better for her, if she stays in the pool house on the farm, if it’s alright with you of course. Danielle has helped her for as long as she can but in Alex’s condition, she needs a proper room. If I had known that she was pregnant, I would have suggested it long ago.”

“Actually Shan, your father and I have already spoken to Alex, this morning before court. She is going to stay with us in the house. I just had to help her when I read that report.”

“Where is she going to sleep Mom? You turned my room into a gym. The only room left is Dad’s home office.”

“That’s actually why I am here. Your parents called me and asked me if I could draw up some plans. I’ve been to the farm before, so I know what the house looks like. They want me to add two rooms to the house. I have my electronic sketch pad here.” Sam stood up from the table and downed the last of her drink. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, I knew something was up when I saw the three of you talk this morning before we left the restaurant. Mom sure looked happy.”

“Let’s just say we made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. Besides, it’s going to be fun to have a baby in the house again.” My mother looked back over her shoulder to look into my father’s eyes.

“Yeah, Alex told me earlier about your offer. She seemed very happy about it.” Elise wrapped her arms around my waist. I looked down into her cerulean blues, quizzically. She gave me a lopsided smile and wiggled her eyebrows at me. Danielle had a knowing smile on her face. She and Sam both knew what happened with Charlotte and my mother that time but they agreed to keep it to themselves. They had been my only shoulders to cry on at the time.

“Oh… Oh… alright I get it now. Ewe… gross… now I’m stuck with an image. Quick Honey kiss me, I need a different image.” More laughter erupted. Elise put her hand behind my neck and pulled me into a kiss.

“She told you about it?” both my parents asked at the same time.

“Yes, we tell each other everything.” Elise looked up at me. “Well… almost everything,” she added and blushed wildly.

We burst into laughter again. Sam returned with her sketch pad and sat down at the table. Alex came into the kitchen with the barbequed meat and set it on the counter next to my parents. Alex turned to leave the kitchen but stopped when my mother called her back.

“Wait Sweetie, don’t go anywhere. Sam wants to show us a few suggestions she has for your and baby’s rooms.” My mother held her hand out to Alex. Alex looked at all of us, blushing wildly. Her eyes settled on me, as if asking me if it’s okay. I smiled at her gently and nodded to my parents.

“Its okay, Alex, only the few in this kitchen knows about my mother.” I wrapped my arms lovingly around Elise and settled my head on hers.

Alex reached for my mother’s hand. She expected to stand next to her, but my mother pulled her into her arms instead. She settled her back against my mother, my mother’s arms wrapped around her and my Dad’s arms around my mother. We all waited for Sam to start. Sam and Danielle looked at each other and then at all of us.

“Okay, now I’ve seen everything. Let’s get started so I can get home to my girl and… well you get the picture.” Sam elicited more laughter, breaking the ice. We all knew she was single. She took the stylus from its side pocket and started drawing.

Elise antalya escort had noticed that something was happening between Vanessa and Alex. She saw the two of them hug and kiss. Then my father joined in, kissed Vanessa and hugged the both of them. Elise told me about it, so I knew about them beforehand of course. The three of them looked happy together, Elise said to me.

We all stood by, watched what Sam was doing and listened while she explained what would work and what wouldn’t. By the time she was done, my parents and Alex were happy with her final sketch.

“Alright… so if you’re all satisfied with this final draft, I will get my builders ready tomorrow so they can have it finished by the end of this week. Who do I send the bill to?”

“Send it to me, Sam.” My parents and Alex looked at me, stunned. Before my parents could protest I added: “It’s a gift from Elise and me. I’ve known about you three for quite a while now, so you don’t have to hide it. Honestly… I still think it’s gross but I also think you look great together. Let’s go party before the rest of the guests think we’re being rude.” Elise entwined her fingers with mine and led me to the bar with the others right on our heels.

******

My parents and Alex stayed in the kitchen for a while and talked.

“They’re all taking this better than I thought they would, especially Shannon.” Alex turned in Vanessa’s arms to face both her and Anthony.

“We’re an open-minded family but family members are off limits. That’s our only rule.” Anthony stood next to his two women and wrapped his arms around both.

Vanessa trailed her hands up Alex’s sides from her hips to her shoulders. Alex closed her eyes and revelled in the gentle caresses. She felt Vanessa’s soft wet warm lips against her own. Alex broke their kiss and felt her tummy bulge on the one side.

“Oh, feel that, he moved.” She took both Vanessa and Anthony’s hands and placed them on her stomach. They waited patiently then felt the baby kick against their hands.

“It really is fantastic feeling something so special move in a woman,” Anthony said as a warm smile grew on his lips.

“Oh yes, and I find pregnant woman so sexy. That natural glow they have about them just turns me on. Did you feel that? He kicked again.” Vanessa’s smile grew wider as she gazed into the young woman’s eyes.

“You two have been so loving and caring. I don’t know what would have happened to us if we never met you.” Alex softly caressed her tummy with her hands. Vanessa looked at Anthony and smiled brightly then returned her gaze to Alex.

“We have been searching a long time for someone like you to join us. We love you, Alex.” Vanessa smiled lovingly at their young lover.

“And I love you.” Alex and Vanessa’s eyes locked onto each other for what felt like minutes.

Alex placed a sensual kiss on Vanessa’s lips, and then looked up at Anthony. He kissed Vanessa affectionately, and then looked at her as if asking permission. She looked lovingly at him. Her eyes told him that she knew what he wanted to do. She nodded her answer at him and kissed him. He looked at Alex, bent down a little, softly pinched her chin between his fingertips and kissed her the same way he kissed Vanessa.

Alex’s eyes went wide and locked onto Vanessa’s, searching for any anger. Vanessa gave her a warm smile that let her relax into the kiss. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. Anthony broke the kiss and looked lovingly into both his women’s eyes.

“Let’s go join the others.” He took a hand of each woman in his and led them to the bar to join the others. He joined some of the others in a game of pool while Vanessa and Alex joined others and danced to the music.

After all the guests left, Elise and I went up to our room. I removed my shoes, stood in front of the closet and thought to myself. I felt two warm arms wrap around my middle. I turned to face my love, her naked body and hair was wet from her shower. She took my hands in hers and led me to the bathroom without breaking our gaze. She had the shower water running. The steam rose from it and filled the room.

Elise tugged on my pants button and zipper then sank to her knees. She pulled my pants and panties down to my ankles. Elise looked up at my now super wet pussy and licked her lips. I revelled in feeling her fingertips trace up my legs and settle on my ass cheeks. She leaned forward and kissed my mound then labia. A deep guttural groan erupted from my lips. She stood up and settled her hands on my stomach. She undid my buttoned shirt and pushed it over my shoulders to the floor.

“What’s gotten into you, Honey?” I pulled my sports bra off over my head.

“I was thinking about the conversation we had the day after my birthday last year, the one about role play.” Elise wrapped her arms around my naked body. Her cerulean blue eyes turned violet.

“Oh yeah, what exactly were you thinking about?” I passed her a lopsided smile. Elise blushed furiously.

“Do you remember that one night we made love and you went to grab my ass cheeks but slapped them instead?” Elise watched my face turn red with embarrassment.

“Yes, I remember. I said I was sorry. I didn’t m…” Elise put her finger on my lips to silence me. She smiled shyly.

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THE AMERICAN COUSIN

It was almost two and Ayesha couldn’t wait for the bell to ring she was getting a two week holiday for her cousin’s wedding and her uncle, who lived in the states, was coming back with his family after eleven years and with his new wife it was her uncle’s third wife, with the first one dying and the second one getting a divorce. This wife was not liked by the family though, as she was not from Pakistan, but a Lebanese, and there were rumors that she didn’t cover herself like normal Muslim women should, and that is why the family was against her and they were worried that her uncle’s daughter from the first wife Mariam would be like her new step mother and not be a perfect little Muslim girl.

Ayesha remembered Mariam from the last time she came to Pakistan with her stepmother she was a year younger than Ayesha and she was a very good girl and they had become good friends and they cried when she had to go back. So Ayesha sitting in class, wondered whether her now eighteen year old cousin would be a good Muslim girl or like her new step-mother. Ayesha herself was a very strict Muslim girl at nineteen she was 5’2 inches with very small boobs and a slim waist and a plump Ass but no one saw that figure as she used to cover it up with a Burka and a Hijab, and she never even tried to do something that was against the teaching of Islam.

She had heard her friends talk about having boyfriends and going out with them, and her best friend had even told her about porn and masturbation but Ayesha had never tried any of it because it was forbidden in Islam, while Ayesha was thinking about the wedding and her cousin, the bell rang and she left for home.

It was around eight in the night when her uncle and his family arrived from the airport and everyone was surprised and happy to see her uncle’s new wife in a Burka and Hijab but even then Ayesha understood why her uncle had married her she was like an angel from heaven, from her eyes to her feet, and her smile was to die for, and as she hugged Ayesha she kissed her on cheeks and introduced herself as Salma. She was thirty eight years old but looked like a twenty-three year old, her breasts were not that big, probably a 34B, She was in good shape, but it was her ass that was great. Ayesha had heard from her friends how the middle eastern women were more beautiful and how their butts were the best part of their body and Ayesha had seen it in real life, but the moment she moved a tall girl hugged her and Ayesha could not believe it was Mariam and he was 5 inches taller than Ayesha at 5’7 and she had gotten so beautiful and she was also wearing a Burka with a pink Hijab.

The females got inside and the talk started about the wedding and about Salma and her life and how he was divorced by her former husband and how she had gotten married to her uncle, and than Ayesha came to knew that Salma had a nineteen year old son but because he was a “Na Mehram,” he was not allowed to meet Ayesha. The guests were pouring in as it was a wedding so Ayesha, Mariam and the other cousins were told to share a room it was a great blast for a week the whole wedding happened and Ayesha and Mariam became very close and Ayesha was so proud of Mariam for being such a pious Muslim mersin escort girl despite living in the States and she also started to like her new aunt Salma. It was a day after most of the guests had gone away when it happened.

Now it was only Ayesha and Mariam who were sharing the room. It was night time and Mariam was using her laptop and told Ayesha to go to sleep as she had some school work to do and it’ll be late so Ayesha went to sleep, She was woken up after a couple hours by some weird moans, she got up and saw Mariam was not there but the light off the bathroom was open she thought her cousin was in pain, so she hurriedly went to help her, but what she saw completely shocked he. It was her cousin lying on the bathroom floor watching porn and she had three fingers inside her pussy fingering herself. Ayesha almost fainted and then was about to scream, but the voice didn’t come out as her cousin started to have orgasm, and Ayesha watched mesmerized, and as Mariam came to back to her senses, Ayesha ran back to her bed and pretended to sleep Mariam came back after ten minutes and slept right next to Ayesha, but Ayesha couldn’t sleep, thinking what had happened, she had heard about porn and masturbation from her friends, but she never thought she would see someone do it let alone her own cousin, who she thought was a pious Muslim girl.

It was with these thoughts that she woke up in the morning but she acted normal with Mariam this continued for three days but now every night Ayesha got bolder and bolder and used to watch her cousin for longer periods and watch the porn as well it was different everyday someday 2 girls with a guy some day 2 guys with a girl and now she was watching 2 girls with each other Ayesha knew what lesbians were but she never knew what they did but this was really weird in a way and she was sweating and she was feeling something down in her pussy which she had never felt before and that’s when Mariam had the orgasm and Ayesha returned to her bed. It was the following day when her uncle and his whole family had to go to some relative’s house.

Ayesha and her family weren’t invited, but she was not worried, a bit in fact she was excited she would finally see what porn was about. She locked the door of her room when Mariam and her family went and searched for Mariam’s laptop, she opened it and there was no password So she searched porn in google and websites came up and then she watched she was very nervous but excited and while seeing a lesbian video she started to copy the girls who were playing with their pussies. Ayesha took off her Salwar and Kameez and then her panties and bra and started to feel herself she didn’t want to finger herself as it might risk her virginity so she just played with her cunt like the girl in the video it took her about ten minutes but then it happened her body vibrated and shook she screamed but covered her mouth with her panties and she had her first orgasm. Still trembling, she got her breath back, and she was sweating, but she was happy and scared at what she had done she quickly closed the laptop and got dressed and went out and acted normal till Mariam and her family were back.

It was night time, and Ayesha was scared, what muğla escort if Mariam finds out, but she pretended to sleep, and Mariam, as usual, pretended to work, but when she started to search for porn, she realized someone used her laptop and had searched porn and then she saw the time and understood that it was her sweet cousin Ayesha she was surprised but she was happy as well and when she saw that Ayesha watched lesbian porn she got really wet and wondered whether she could fuck her cousin, well she was hot and she did watch porn and maybe masturbated so Mariam planned it, She got naked and went to the bathroom early and started watching porn and playing with herself but keeping her ears open for Ayesha and soon enough Ayesha also got off the bed and went to the bathroom standing outside seeing his cousin play with herself Ayesha also got turned on and started playing with her pussy over her salwar and as Mariam felt her cousin standing behind her she said in a slutty voice

“Don’t they look really hot Ayesha”

“Ohh yes they do” Replied Ayesha.

And then she realized what she had done, and before she could react Mariam had gotten up and was coming towards her and Ayesha was mesmerized seeing her cousin naked for the 1st time, her perky B-Cup boobs with her pink nipples, which were hard as a rock coming towards her with a smile on her face, she came so close that Ayesha could see her reflection in Mariam’s eyes, and then it happened, her cousin kissed her and Mariam then forcefully pushed her tongue in Ayesha’s mouth and started playing with her tongue and then she pressed her hands at Ayesha’s boobs and Ayesha couldn’t move but let out a soft moan and started responded by kissing her cousin back and Mariam knew she had her where she wanted her. She slowly started moving her hands all around Ayesha’s boobs and then finally broke her kiss and took her cousin by the arm to the bed and took of her kameez and salwar and then her bra and panties Ayesha for the 1st time in her life was standing naked in front of someone and that was her cousin.

“Fuck you are Hot” Mariam said as she looked at her cousin hungrily.

“ThankYou” Ayesha replied blushing

Mariam started kissing Ayesha again and made her lie on the bed and played with her boobs going down to her pussy and as she touched it Ayesha gave out a moan which made Mariam smile but she continued and kissed her right leg then her left leg and then she kissed her cousin’s pussy lips slowly opening them up as she saw her cousins virgin pussy and then licked it, inciting another soft moan from her cousin’s lips and she started eating her up which increased Ayesha’s moans and she started to grab her tits and saying stuff.

“Ohh this is so bad. It’s HARAAM but it feels so good oh yess but why it’s HARAAM it shouldn’t feel like this” she kept saying as her orgasm built up in her body

Even though Mariam was licking Ayesha’s pussy and rubbing her cunt, listening to her cousin say all this stuff had made her so wet herself and she wanted to touch herself so she attacked her cousin’s cunt and started eating it vigorously. Ayesha almost screamed when this happened but covered her mouth with her hand as Mariam kept licking, and nevşehir escort this strategy worked as within seconds Ayesha’s moaning increased and her covering her mouth with her hand was not helping and then she let go of the hand as her orgasm hit her

“Ohh yes ohh my god i am CUMMINGGG” She screamed as she came and Mariam lapped up all the juices that kept flowing out of her virgin pussy and as Ayesha calmed down she saw Mariam coming towards her with her mouth glistening with her pussy juice and they kissed Ayesha tasting herself on Mariam’s mouth and they kissed with passion. Ayesha had at this point lost all inhibitions, and roamed her hands all over Mariam’s body as the two cousins continued to kiss until Mariam broke it off

“Who would have thought under all that saintliness and piousness there was a slut hidden” she said, teasing Ayesha

“But you won’t be a proper Slut until you eat pussy” and with that she got up and brought her pussy straight in front of Ayesha’s mouth and ordered her to eat her out. Ayesha had no time to get her head around what was happening and she had this beautiful pussy right in front of her which was wet and smelled wonderful and in spite of herself she opened her mouth got her tongue out and gave Mariam’s pussy a small lick which made Mariam moan and Ayesha loved the taste so she did it again and started licking her cousin eagerly making Mariam moan and as Ayesha got faster Mariam’s moans increased and so did her dirty talk

“Ohh yes lick me just like that. You are a slut you love doing HARAAM things like this don’t you yes lick me make your cousin cum become a Hijabi Slut. You know you want to” she continued, with all this, which made Ayesha hornier as her licking speed increased, she remembered something and brought her fingers close to Mariam’s cunt and started rubbing it along with her licking. Mariam, whose eyes were closed and didn’t expect this started moaning more loudly as her orgasm started to come near with this extra sensation and she started thrusting her pussy in Ayesha’s mouth and it worked as her orgasm hit her and she screamed

“Yessss i am cumming oh Yessss” as she came all over Ayesha’s pussy who drank her first pussy juice and loved the taste and was still licking Mariam when she told her to stop and she came down and lied on top off her and they kissed exchanging Mariam’s pussy juice between each other and continued to kiss until Mariam broke the kiss

“Thankyou for that” as she lay in her cousin’s arms

“No ThankYou for doing this to me but it’s HARAAM what will happen now” Ayesha replied as reality stared to get to her

“Shh don’t worry nothing will happen all that matters is that you enjoyed yourself even if it’s HARAAM” She said, kissing her forehead.

“Are you sure about it” Ayesha turned towards her, and asked her, looking in her eyes.

“Ohh yes trust me and now that I know how much you enjoyed it we will do it regularly” She kissed her on the lips. Ayesha couldn’t believe what she had done, but when Mariam said they would do it again, she got excited and responded to her cousin’s kiss, and just like that the two cousins dozed off to sleep in each others arms.

Mariam got up the following day and it was nine in the morning, and then she felt Ayesha’s hand on her and she realized what had happened last night and smiled and softly got up so as to not wake her cousin up. She took her mobile, clicked a picture of Ayesha lying there naked, and sent it to someone with the caption.

“SHE WAS TASTY AF!”

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For the longest time imaginable, I had always been a ‘good girl’. I was the type of girl who came back home on time, the type that never complained, the type that was grateful about what life had to give her, the type that stayed silent and watched the world pass by. The type who did not have much to desire for. Although there were some dreams I wanted to achieve on my own, I always knew that my life would not be anything extraordinary. And I was fine with the direction it was headed to.

How do you justify falling in love for the first time? How do you explain, and convince yourself that you are in love? All the novels that I had read growing up, wrote about a thunderous spark that rises up from deep within you. A spark that is hard to extinguish. A spark that ignites the corners of your soul.

How do you experience a feeling like that and still remain a human? How?

The first time I fell in love was nothing electric. It was ordinary, calm, and peaceful. Violence disguised as love was not my answer then, but as I grew older, I started seeking it more and more. I started seeking more… destruction. But that is for later, for when I have dwelled enough into my journey and the person I became.

On the day I turned into a woman, I was a giant mush of anxiety. I had read and researched about it, had asked my friends about what to expect, and yet the thought terrified me. I’m doing it out of love, I kept telling myself. Love compels you to bare your heart, sure, but baring your body was a territory I was not familiar with.

“Are you sure this is going to be okay?” I whispered, hardly audible. My breath was stuck in my throat. The idea terrified me, and yet… I knew this was going to be transformative. Something beyond anything I had ever experienced.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he reassured me with a kind smile, “just do what your body tells you to. Listen to what it has to say.”

That was easier said than done.

I had never been confronted with acceptance escort bostancı for my body. Sure, living with a body you are familiar with is something that everyone does, but experiencing different things with it were something I had never imagined myself to do.

The thought of my first kiss lingered in my mind, and I suddenly remembered how detached I had felt when it had happened. I did not not like it; I just did not know what to expect, or feel.

I took a deep breath and looked at the person sitting in front of me. I loved him, for whatever this was going to be, I knew I loved him at that moment. And the confidence in my feelings were what mattered to me.

“Just close your eyes,” he said as he came closer, “don’t think too much.”

I nodded my head and did what I was told to, half-terrified, half-excited.

“We can stop whenever you want,” he whispered in my ears as he got even closer, “I just want to make you feel good.”

“This feels new,” I looked at him, “but I don’t want it to stop.”

He placed his cold hand on my thigh, making the motion of a circle on my exposed skin. Maybe the room was especially cold, but I could feel a jolt. Was it the air, or my excitement pulsing through?

“You smell so good,” he whispered in pleasure as he takes a whiff of my neck. The warm air from his breath was in deep contrast with the cold air, essentially making me lose my mind even more, “I could smell you like this all day.”

“That’s all?” I smirked.

He smiled back at me as he slowly started to unbutton my blouse, “Not at all. There’s so much more I wanna do to you.”

“I’m terrified,” I confessed.

“I know.”

“What if it’s painful?”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“What if still is?”

He stopped mid-way and looked at me with conviction in his eyes, “You won’t feel any pain. Sure, it’ll feel new. But you won’t get pain from it.”

I tried to put up a brave smile, “What will I get?”

“Pleasure,” escort bayan istanbul he smirked as he unbuttoned the last of them, “only pleasure.”

“And that includes?” I asked, partly out of curiosity, but mainly out of fear.

“This,” he immediately ripped my blouse away from my body and pushed me down on the bed.

“Close your eyes, baby.” He whispered, “just let your body feel this.”

I was shaking, anxious from what was going to happen to me. Would it feel good? Or was it one giant scheme of getting me to be vulnerable?

My thoughts got interrupted as soon as he started kissing my neck. It felt… strange. But good. I was feeling butterflies in my tummy… and elsewhere too. What was this?

“You’re shaking,” he chuckled.

“I’m–” my voice would not escape from my throat, “what… am I feeling?”

“Pleasure,” he kissed me on my lips. And before I could protest, he had his hand on my chest, rubbing my breasts. This was a sensation I was not familiar with. I did not know what to make of it either. Such a foreign sensation, and yet it was starting to drive me insane.

His kiss deepened as I started moaning in pleasure. He wasn’t inside me yet, but I was definitely close to asking him to take me. I did not care anymore whether it terrified me or not. I was getting butterflies in unfamiliar places, but I knew what it would take to make them feel even better.

“Take me,” I had started to sob at that point, “please take me.”

“We just started,” he chuckled and looked at me, “this isn’t even all of it.”

I pushed him away and got on top of him, making sure that I was sitting on his lap. I knew he could not control it anymore either. His bulge was literally cutting through his pants.

“I’m not scared anymore,” I smiled, “this is what I want to do. I want you to take me, please.”

“Baby,” he cupped my face with his palms, “there is no need to rush. I promised to show you a good time-“

Before he could escort beykoz finish talking, I cut him off with a sloppy kiss. This was the only way I could show my need to be touched everywhere. I wanted his hands on me as much as him, maybe even more. This was a new side of me that I was not familiar with before, but I was not ashamed of it either. I… liked it. Loved it, in fact.

“Shut up and make love to me.” I bit his lower lip, hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Look at you,” he smirked proudly, “this is different from what I have seen.”

“You don’t like it?” I asked, concerned.

“Baby,” he kissed me back, “it’s driving me fucking crazy.”

And in no time, his shirt was already on the floor. All I wanted was to feel his bare skin on top of mine, but I was hesitating to do it. It was not easy for me to make that decision; I was someone who was highly insecure of her body and yet, I did not want to feel closed up.

The bed was warm, our bodies even warmer.

He slowly slid into me, reassuring my with his eyes, and kept telling me how good I’m doing.

“Fuck,” he whispered right into my ears as he slowly deepened his hold inside me, “you feel so good, baby.”

I did not know what to say at that moment. I did not know what to think either. All I could possibly focus on, was the sensation I was feeling down there. Inside of me.

“I’m gonna start moving slowly, okay?” He asked.

I nodded my head, visibly shaken but excited.

Maybe it was the air surrounding us, but every time he moved himself inside me, I could feel my whole body pulsating. Blood was rushing through my veins, my heart, my mind, and every inch of my body. There was no other worthy pleasure than what I was feeling.

When he thrusted himself deep inside me, I tried to stop myself from screaming but I possibly couldn’t.

“Let it all out,” he said breathlessly, “scream all you want. I’m going to fill you up.”

I wanted to pause that moment in time and die in pleasure. This was what was missing in my life. This sense of fulfilment.

As he started moving his hips to the rhythm of my breathing, I knew that there was no going back after this. I was forever going to be stuck in this cycle of pleasure, never breaking away, and always submitting to it.

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