Anna from Ukraine Ch. 11

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The mountain region in South-Eastern Norway, late October 2018

“Just one more time, ok?”

Anita nodded. The two 20-year olds drew their breaths one last time and started their final sprint up the hill. The Norwegian girl’s superior training was becoming evident. All Anna could do was push herself to the limit and hope she wouldn’t be too far behind the delicious creature in front of her once they reached the oak three at the top of the hill. Anna was in good shape, playing volleyball for a local team in Berlin. But Anita was a top athlete and Mona’s sparring partner back in the days. Mona had been a unique 800 meter talent and a national champion in her age group, but, as predicted by her coach, her lifestyle had eventually caught up with her. Anita, slightly inferior in talent but more professional in her approach, had carried on and had just secured a bronze medal on 400 meter in the national athletics championship, as well as finishing fifth on 800.

The sight of Anita’s perfect ass drove Anna on and helped her pull out her last physical reserves. Just 200 meters now, 100…

“Fucking hell.” The Ukrainian collapsed on the ground. “Girl, you’re killing me.”

“I know the feeling,” Anita laughed. “All those times I used to be trailing Mona. I miss those days, that rivalry we had. She was in a different league of course, but once in a while I’d beat her and I felt like Grete Waitz or something.”

“You don’t like your running companions in Oslo?”

“They’re ok runners, but… Fuck, they’re just so insufferably boring. Their lives are so inane! Studying, running, studying, running. And then they stick to their diets with religious zeal. And they babble on about them and post about them — non-stop! God, I wish Mona was there with her sarcasm. She’d have a field day with those pointless Instagram bores! Probably drive several of them to suicide.”

Anna was still catching her breath. So it was true what Marianne had been saying. That Anita’s life as a student in Oslo had turned her into something of a recluse. Anna appreciated the Norwegian brunette’s new cynical approach to life. She reached out a hand.

“Think you can help me up?”

The Norwegian girl firmly gripped Anna’s hand and pulled her up. The exhausted Ukrainian put her arms on Anita’s shoulders to keep herself on her feet. Anita’s eyes were as green as they had ever been and contrasted beautifully with the yellow and brown autumn colours all around them. She could smell Anita’s sweat and felt the warmth of her breath against her face, penetrating the cold October air. She guessed the moment was now.

Anna gave Anita one look. Just one look into her beautiful green eyes and everything was changed. One look and Anita was transformed from a good old friend and running mate, to Anna’s unquestioning servant. It was almost two years now, since that fateful day in the locker room when Anna had noticed Anita’s infatuation with her and ordered her to go down on her. Her pussy first, then her ass. The Norwegian brunette had never looked back. “She ate your pussy and discovered the meaning of life,” Mona would joke. “Staring into your ass she actually saw the light!” They would meet weekly in a toilet in a deserted wing of the high school building, Anna to receive, Anita to give. Anita would worship the Ukrainian’s cunt and anus for as long as Anna let her. Sometimes just a couple of minutes, sometimes, like, half an hour or more. In the latter case, Anita’s athleticism and stamina served her well — she just kept eating and eating like her life depended on it. If she’d be late for her next class, so be it. It was Anna who decided when it was time to end. And when it ended, it ended. Unceremoniously, with a kiss on the cheek at most. “I have German class now.” Or “Mona is waiting.” Or even, “I feel like a cola zero. Can we stop?”

First, Anna thought Anita would soon get tired of this. The one-sidedness of it all. For Christ’s izmit escort bayan sake, this was Anita, the hottest girl in school. Even officially, after a vote held just before the final high school exams last year where their fellow students — mostly males but a few fun-loving females too — voted Anita the school’s sexiest girl, with a one-vote margin over Anna! So like, seriously, at some point Anita would just tire of being Anna’s lesbian servant. At some point, the young and beautiful Norwegian giver would find someone else to worship. But no. For the Nordic youngster the allure of Anna’s pussy and anus never seemed to fade. On the contrary, with every passing week, with every Wednesday or Tuesday afternoon spent glued to Anna’s pussy, Anita just got more and more addicted to the young Ukrainian. She had a boyfriend, but compared to Anna he had as much significance in her life as a used Q-tip. Anna — on one of her more evil days — had even made sure about that. Once, Anita and her boyfriend had bought tickets for the ferry to Denmark and were supposed to leave early in the morning. One sms from Anna was all it took for Anita to cancel all her plans and leave her boyfriend with two useless ferry tickets and a double room in central Copenhagen already paid for. Five words: “Come to my place now.” Oh my God, that was such an evil thing to do! Mona, of course, totally admired her for it. “Baby, you’re so cruel. You have turned Anita, everybody’s favourite girl, into your sex tool, your sex slave on call 24/7 for to satisfy all your sexual whims.” Afterwards, Anna felt a little bad about it all. But she had proven her point. Anita was hers. Her devotee, in Anna’s words. Her sex slave, in Mona’s words.

Anna held Anita’s gaze for a few more seconds, still trying to catch her breath after the exhausting last interval up the hill. She stared at Anita with dizzy eyes, breathing heavily into her face. The Norwegian brunette looked more irresistible than ever with her face flushed and strands of hair clinging to her sweaty cheeks. The Ukrainian had an idea.

“Can you take off my shirt?”

Anna lifted her arms and Anita pulled off her sweaty t-shirt.

“Now lick my armpits.”

Anita’s lips parted.

“Wait, smell them first.”

Two seconds later Anita’s nose was buried in the Ukrainian brunette’s armpit. Anna leaned back against the oak tree and sighed with contentment. She closed her eyes and just listened to Anita’s sniffing sounds, enjoying the feel of the Scandinavian girl’s nose probing her sweaty armpits.

“Now you can lick.”

Anita’s tongue came out to lap up the Slavic girl’s salty sweatyness. This was so cool, why hadn’t she thought of it before? Anita repeated the trick with Anna’s other armpit. The Ukrainian was purring like a cat.

“Ok. My pussy now.”

Anita got down on her knees and Anna unceremoniously pulled down her running pants and then her white panties. The Norwegian girl’s face was just inches from her hairy cunt. Anna knew the scent down there must be strong — they had been running for well over an hour and she hadn’t showered since yesterday. She also knew that this was probably Anita’s favourite scent in the whole world. It wasn’t the first time she would go down on Anna in connection with sports.

The Ukrainian sighed deeply as the beautiful Norwegian buried her face in her cunt. The complete devotion, the raw thirst with which Anita was licking her… nothing could rival it. Anna dug her fingers into Anita’s long brown hair, using Anita’s head and the oak tree as support as she almost felt her tired legs give away.

“Lick me Anita, don’t stop…”

The clear, cold late-October air, the smell of decomposing leaves, the last rays of heat from the sun that was slowly setting behind the lake… The bark of the oak tree scratching her back, Anita’s gorgeous face between her legs. Fuck, she had missed Norway so much! She came once, then pushed Anita’s izmit eve gelen escort head tighter against her cunt, she wanted more. Anna knew that Anita’s thirst for her pussy was unquenchable and took full advantage of it. The Norwegian placed her hands firmly on Anna’s naked hips to steady her, the Ukrainian came once more, too exhausted to scream.

“Fuck, that was good.”

She somehow managed to sit down, the ground mercilessly cold against her naked little ass.

“Can we just take a small break? I’m fucking devastated.”

This was a first in their relationship. There had never been any pauses. But Anna simply wasn’t physically capable, after all those intervals up the hill. Plus she felt like talking to Anita. She had thought a lot about her lately.

“Have some of this,” Anita suggested, sitting down next to her Eastern-European friend.

The Scandinavian girl produced a plastic bottle.

“It’s a sports drink, it has minerals and carbohydrates and stuff, maybe it will help you recover.”

“Thanks,” Anna muttered and took a large sip. It didn’t taste particularly nice, but she could feel a little boost.

“Why are you so good to me, Anita?”

Anita laughed a little nervously, shrugging her shoulders.

“I don’t know, you’re just so much cooler than anybody else I know.”

The sun had less and less to give. Anna moved closer to Anita to get a little heat from her body. The ground was really cold, her ass was far from happy. But she was still too tired to even think about standing up.

“Mona has started taking some pills.”

“What do you mean? What kind of pills?”

“Like.. you know, the kind of stuff that keeps you dancing all night and never get tired. I don’t even know technically what they are called. She gets it from her friends, thank god she’s not paying for it.”

“And you?”

“No, no, I don’t understand why she needs it. What’s wrong with good old alcohol?”

She leaned her head against Anita’s shoulder. Again, the enticing smell of the Norwegian girl’s sweat pervaded her nostrils.

“You know Mona was the biggest 800 meter talent of our generation?” Anita said.

“Yeah, I know that. That’s what Andersen” — Mona and Anita’s alcoholized and now retired but once brilliant coach — “told me as well. But he also predicted she’s gonna throw it all away.”

“And maybe that’s ok, success is not everything. But drugs, I don’t like that.”

“I know. I’m trying to stop her. But.. you know, there’s really no stopping Mona.”

Anna rubbed her nose against Anita’s neck.

“You smell so nice.”

“I’m all sweaty and stuff!” Anita protested.

Anna laughed and looked up at her friend.

“And I’m not?”

Anita returned the gaze. Her eyes had a serene look.

“You’re just you. I just like everything about you.”

“I know.”

Her hand found Anita’s and she started playing with her fingers. It was nice but almost unbearably freezing now, as her sweat was starting to dry.

“I wish there was a big warm blanket somewhere here that we could just crawl under together.”

“Yeah, that would be fantastic,” Anita responded dreamily.

“We could, like, cuddle and lick each other clean and stuff,” the young Slavic woman added.

Anita clutched her hand tighter around Anna’s.

“Fuck, Anita, it’s so nice here with you but I need to get up or I will have to amputate my ass soon.”

Anita helped her up. Should I pull up my pants now, Anna asked herself. The two girls looked at each other.

“Will you…?”

Anna didn’t have to finish the sentence. Most of their communication was nonverbal, the conversation they’d just had was the exception to the rule. Anna stood up and leaned against the oak tree, her back facing Anita. She felt Anita’s soft hands brush away soil and leaves from her buttocks. Then she felt the same pair of hands open her ass cheeks. It was izmit otele gelen escort a new sensation to feel the chilly autumn wind against her exposed anus. Like, her asshole was freezing! It was sort of interesting and not entirely unpleasant, but it was extra nice and soothing when she finally felt Anita’s warm breath caress her there.

“Yeah, taste me there,” the Ukrainian urged. She sighed deeply as she felt Anita’s tongue make contact with her nasty brown hole. The exquisite sensation of a soft tongue probing her most private orifice was amazing enough in itself. And then… knowing that that wet delicious tongue belonged to Anita, officially the hottest girl at their high school. To think that just a little over two years ago Anna had come to this far-away place in the middle of nowhere, just a girl from Eastern-Europe, completely on her own, worried she’d never make friends among those strange Norwegians. And here she was, deep in the forest, all sweaty and dirty after running for over an hour. With Anita’s tongue licking her ass. And the prospects of more sensual delights as the day proceeded…

* * *

Anita was rather quiet on the walk back to the farm, where she had her car parked.

“So… like, you never go out in Oslo?”

“I’m not bothered. Apart from the Police Academy and running I basically just sit in my room and listen to old Van Morrison-records. Oslo sucks.”

There was silence again.

“So you don’t wanna come up to the farm? The cousins would love to see you.”

“Thanks for the invite, but… I am not so much in the party mood. Plus you will have your hands full with your new Italian.”

Anna didn’t detect any bitterness or jealousy in Anita’s voice, but maybe a hint of sadness. A thousand thoughts went through Anna’s head after they hugged farewell and Anita drove off. She hoped she would be seeing Anita again soon.

* * *

“Wow, you really took your time today,” Mona said. “Did Anita’s head get stuck inside your pussy?”

“Yes, but we managed to get it out by tying me to a big tree and Anita to a fleeing moose.”

“Good to hear. So how is your sex slave doing?”

“Mona, stop calling her that! But since you’re asking, I don’t think she’s too happy in Oslo.”

“Of course she’s not, who would be? Why doesn’t she move to Berlin like normal people? Oslo sucks penguine penis! If I were to live in Norway, I’d much rather stay here in this dump. At least this is a real redneck village with cows and goats and stuff. Not like Oslo, which is a village pretending to a big city.”

“Anyway, I need a shower. So let’s say we leave in 40 minutes?”

“Sure. What do you need a shower for anyway? Didn’t Anita’s tongue do a good job cleaning you?”

Anna laughed.

“Yeah, it did, at least certain parts of my anatomy. But I’m freezing, I need a long hot shower.”

“Ok, but don’t take too long. Remember that Luna’s bus should be here in just an hour.”

“I know, I just heard from her.”

“Of course you did.”

Mona started faking an Italian accent.

“Anna, bellissima Anna. Soon we will be together! My Italian pussy is so wet for you, Anna. I am drowning in my own pussy juice, please rescue me, bellissima Anna!”

The Ukrainian laughed and looked at her girlfriend.

“Maybe others will also be drowning in Luna’s pussy juice tonight? Like a certain skinny freckled redhead for example?”

“Come on, she only wants you. She is obsessed with you just like her crazy aunt.”

Anna put her arms around her girlfriend’s slender waist and gave her a penetrating gaze.

“Too bad because I have decided I want to share her with my girlfriend.”

“You have decided?”

“Yes. Luna knows what rules apply here — my rules. Not that I think she needs asking to give you access to her body.”

“Oh god, Anna, I love it when you are so authoritarian!”

“I know you do.”

“Can you also order Luna to lick my face like this?”

Mona opened her mouth wide and ran her saliva-soaked tongue all across Anna’s face. The Ukrainian just closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm softness of Mona’s perfect tongue and the familiar, delicious scent of her breath. In less than an hour, Luna would finally be here.

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Tales from the Stream Ch. 10

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To Alex, my dear friend.

*

Author’s Note

Our intrepid crew has stopped off in a quiet little system in the remote end of the galaxy to paint over the former ship’s name with The Black Prince. It should be a simple task. Of course, in space, nothing is ever easy.

* * *

Chapter 10: Farmer Girl

On Board The Black Prince

Emily leaned back in the pilot’s seat. She swiveled around to face Lúcia at an oblique angle and sighed. She draped her hand loosely over the arm of the chair and reached out with her fingers.

Lúcia, slouched in the copilot seat, took Emily’s hand in hers, weaving their fingers together.

Music was playing from the speakers in the conn.

“So sweet,” muttered Emily.

“Thank you.”

“Which one is this again?”

Lúcia cocked her head.

“The song,” said Emily.

Lúcia craned her neck just enough to examine the display on the small device clipped to the arm of her jumpsuit. “The Delfonics.”

“That’s right.”

Lucia turned a half-lidded gaze to Emily. “It’s called, ‘Didn’t I?’ And the in the parentheses, ‘Blow Your Mind’.”

“Mm-hmm,” said Emily. “So did I? The part in the parentheses?”

“There are angels looking down upon us on this day, my love, locked in eternal struggle. For I am quite certain they are torn between the desire to maintain their heavenly position or fall to Earth if only for the chance to taste your sweet lips.”

“I’ve never had anybody put it quite like that,” said Emily. “I like you, Lúcia.”

“Do you see that red glow over there?”

“Just the aftereffects of the fireworks, baby. From when I blew your mind that time.”

“No,” said Lúcia. “Though it was a most enthusiastic hour of kissing. I was referring to the glow over there on the console.”

“Oh hon, it’s just collision avoidance,” said Emily. “Tell me again about that part with the angels… Oh, shit.” Emily sat bolt upright

“What is it, my sweet? Is your mind no longer blown? Perhaps we can fix that with another—”

Emily snatched the microphone from its cradle. “Uh, Cap’n,” she said. “Maybe you two should come back inside. We got a bogie on the scope.”

Jade’s voice crackled over the speaker in the conn, momentarily interrupting sweet, soulful intonations of The Delfonics. “English, Science Officer Emily. English.”

“Cap’n, collision avoidance is tracking an object of interest. Looks like it’s coming from the space station behind you.”

“Space station?” Amaliya’s static-laced voice emanated from the speaker. “What space station?”

“Behind us,” said Jade.

“I thought is was a moon. Didn’t you tell me it was a moon?”

Emily keyed the mic. “That’s no moon, it’s a—”

“An old orbital farm.” Jade’s voice crackled. “Like really old. Abandoned. Nobody grows food that way anymore. Not since protein synthesis. Space junk. Might as well be a moon.”

“We grow food that way,” Amaliya said. “At least, Lúcia does.”

“That’s cause our galley’s all jazzed up. Otherwise any sane person would—”

“I like Lúcia’s vegetables,” interrupted Amaliya, her radio mic crackling.

Lúcia grinned. Emily pressed her lips together in a tight line.

“Me too, baby,” said Jade. “It’s just that—”

Emily keyed the mic again. “Listen, we all love Lúcia’s veggies, but that doesn’t change the fact that collision avoidance is tracking an object of interest and you two are currently between it and the ship. I think for everyone’s safety—”

“How close?” asked Jade.

“What?”

“The object of interest. How close is it?”

“I don’t know. Couple thousand kilometers. Moving slow. Erratic. Collision avoidance rates it as a five.”

“Out of five?” Jade said. “That’s like the lowest, isn’t it? We just started painting. Amaliya, honey, how much is left?”

Amaliya’s voice came over the speakers. “Right now it says, ‘The Bla’. The rest is primer.”

“The Bla?” said Emily.

“The hull,” said Jade. “As in we still haven’t painted the ‘c—k— Prince’. You wanna sail the stream as ‘The Bla’? Not me, hon. We’d never live it down. Dread Captain Jade and the crew of the mighty Bla. Nope. Ain’t goin’ out like that.”

“Would it change your mind if I told you the console is now displaying a probability of four?” asked Emily.

Lúcia kitted her brow. “Why is the screen flashing?”

“Make that a three, Cap’n.”

“Shit,” said Jade. “Amaliya, baby, come on, let’s pack it up and get back inside.”

“Aye, Cap’n.”

A deep thrumming sound filled the conn as the light flickered momentarily.

“What was that?” asked Lúcia.

“Reactor’s kicking up,” said Emily. “Getting ready to bring the rail guns online.”

“What was that?” crackled Jade’s voice.

“Rail guns charging. Reactor’s compensating,” said Emily, into the microphone this time.

“I felt that in my feet,” said Amaliya.

“Get your asses in here. Pronto.” Emily dropped the mic and reached for the safety harness. “Lúcia, honey, strap in, okay.”

Lúcia shot a crisp salute, grinned, and reached for her safety harness.

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Still dressed in her pressure suit, with her helmet dangling from her left hand, Jade stood leaning over the scope. “What the fuck?” she muttered.

The console pulsed red.

“Begging the captain’s pardon, but I strongly suggest you strap in,” said Emily.

Amaliya tugged Jade by the hand and they both took up residence in the two unoccupied seats.

“I swear that thing looks like a—”

Jade’s speculation was interrupted by a piercing staccato beep. The console began flashing faster. The thrumming of the reactor reverberating through the hull increased, follow by a whirring.

“Captain…” said Emily, eyes fixed on the collision avoidance console. “We’re at threat level two. Outer doors just opened. Rail guns have cleared their—”

“Microbus,” said Jade, slamming her fist on the console. “Fucking Microbus.”

“Captain?”

“Shut ‘er down, Em. It’s not a meteor. It’s a ship.”

“The collision avoidance A.I. would tend to disagree with that assessment, Cap’n. It’s not letting me override.”

“Shit.” Jade picked up the mic. “Unidentified craft, this is Black Prince, Actual. You are on a collision trajectory. Change course immediately or you will be fired upon.”

“Black Prince Actual?” Amaliya said, furrowing her brow.

Jade swiveled to meet her gaze. “It means the captain is speaking. You know, instead of a junior officer on comm duty.”

Amaliya shrugged.

“Makes us sound more official,” said Jade. “Like we’re not to be trifled with. Just in case this little ship is full of nefarious individuals.”

“Like making yourself look big and yelling at bears when you encounter them in the woods,” said Lúcia.

“That happens a lot for you?”

“Discovery channel,” said Lúcia.

There were nods all around the conn.

Jade keyed the mic again. “Unidentified, uh… Microbus. Say again. This is Black Prince, Actual. Change course immediately or you will be fired upon. Our collision avoidance computer has you locked. Rail guns are tracking your position. Check your scope if you don’t believe me.”

“Whoa, say again Black Prince?” came a voice from the speaker. The increased thrumming from the reactor made it difficult to discern.

“You. Are. About. To. Be. Annihilated,” said Jade.

“Bogus,” said the voice.

The thrumming of the reactor mechanics was felt throughout the hull.

“Listen, man. Change course now or—”

Jade’s words fell short as a loud pop echoed from somewhere down the corridor. The conn was enveloped in darkness for a moment before being bathed in the dim glow of red LED lighting.

All around was deathly quiet.

“What just happened?” asked Amaliya.

The console flickered and beeped once, displaying the manufacturer’s logo briefly before initiating its start-up sequence.

“I’d say the reactor just shit itself,” said Jade. “And we’re on emergency power.”

Emily tapped and swiped at the pilot’s console as it came back online. “Yep,” she said. “Reactor scram. Popped breakers on number two and number three cooling pumps. Automatic shutdown.”

“What?” said Amaliya.

“Sorry about that, man,” came the crackly voice from the radio. “Veering off.”

“What the fuck?” said Amaliya, her head in her hands. “Are we dead? Is this heaven? Lúcia? Is this what heaven looks like?”

Lúcia tapped at the device strapped to her arm. “If it is, there is no music.”

“Reactor overloaded. Couldn’t cool itself and shut down as a precaution,” said Jade. “It’s a good thing. Otherwise… well…”

“We’d be dead,” said Amaliya. “Fuck.” A tear streamed down her cheek. “Fuck.”

“Baby,” said Jade, reaching out. Emily and Lúcia joined in.

A moment later, a red faced Jade grabbed the microphone. “Listen here, you hippy dicktard. We almost blasted you out of the sky like space junk. And you really freaked out my girlfriend. Where’s your fucking transponder signal? Huh?”

“Broke, man,” came the voice from the radio. “Expensive.”

“We can 3D print you one,” offered Emily.

“Nah, man, it’s cool. Don’t need The Man keeping tabs on me anyway,” said the voice on the radio. “Hey I noticed your running lights are burned out, man.”

“It is not the only thing burned out,” said Lúcia to no one in particular.

“That’s because the reactor scrammed when our ship was preparing to blast your lousy ass into—”

“Whoa, man, sounds like you might need some repairs. Spare parts on that space station back there. But watch out for the spiders. They’ll bite ya. Adios, amigas!”

The Microbus image on the scope grew smaller until it eventually disappeared.

“What a dipshit,” muttered Jade.

“Fu-uh-uck.” Amaliya shuddered.

Jade wrapped her in a hug.

“The good news is, the breakers reset automatically and the reactor start-up sequence just kicked in,” said Emily, still tapping at the console.

“And the bad news?” said Lúcia.

“It’s about a thirty-six hour process to achieve a stable reaction after a cold shutdown,” said Jade.

“Yep,” izmit anal yapan escort said Emily. “The computer estimates thirty-five and a half. But who’s counting?”

“Thirty-six hours of the red light district?” Amaliya raised her head and turned toward the emergency lighting. She rubbed under her eye. “Normally I’d say it’s romantic if I hadn’t almost shit myself.”

“Not to mention the CO2 scrubbers are offline,” said Jade. “Eventually we’ll have to suit up and breathe canned air. Fucking hippy in a microbus.”

“Anybody else thinking that space station is looking like a really good option?” asked Emily.

“How’s thrusters?” said Jade.

Emily swiped at the console. “Steam pressure’s still up. Barely. Couple of blasts, maybe.”

“Science officer Emily, point us toward that space station and give ‘er whatever’s left before it all goes cold.”

“Aye, Cap’n.”

Emily sent her hands over the controls. There were two short hissing sounds followed by one longer one that echoed through the hull. “Trajectory is dead on. About twenty minutes.”

The crew let out a collective sigh.

* * *

On Board the Space Station.

“I was expecting something more impressive,” said Amaliya, her helmet dangling at her side.

“It’s an airlock,” said Jade.

“Yeah, on a really big space station. Shouldn’t it be a really big airlock?”

Emily pulled out the Michelin Guide and swiped at the screen. “Orbital farm,” she said. “Takahashi-Ono corporation. Probably a Mark I, judging from the picture.”

“Takahashi-Ono, huh?” Amaliya glanced around the dim confines of the airlock. A florescent tube was flickering in the corner. “One star. Do not recommend.”

“I’ve heard of orbital farms,” Jade said. “Never seen one.”

“Says here they were used as a way to grow crops while the planets below…” Emily swiped at the Michelin Guide. “Or moons, it says there was one in orbit around a moon that was the sight of a violent uprising and is now on the international historic register. I get the feeling that’s the only reason it made it past the guide’s editors. Otherwise, mostly boring statistics.”

“Planets below, what?” asked Amaliya.

“What?” said Emily.

“You said planets below or moons.”

“Oh, right. Terraforming.”

“That’s what I remember about them,” said Jade, snapping her fingers. “Planets take time to terraform, but the people need to eat. So they tow these hulks into orbit while shit gets straightened out down below. That was all before direct synthesis.”

“Sometimes I wonder how we survived as a species,” said Amaliya.

Shrugs came from all around, except for Lúcia. She had squatted down and was extending a finger toward a shiny, metal disc with eight legs and two mechanical pincers.

“Um, Lúcia,” said Jade. “Remember what the dude said about the spiders?”

“Decapod,” said Amaliya.

“What?”

“Eight legs, two pincers. It’s a decapod. I’d say a crab, from the look of it.”

“So hippie dude can’t count. I’m guessing the claws are the parts that bite,” said Jade. “And you’re feeling better, huh?”

“I popped a tranq before we left.” Amaliya shrugged once, then grinned.

The shiny metal crab skittered around in front of Lúcia while winking twin red LEDs on stalks.

“Lúcia, honey,” said Jade.

The metal crab pranced in a circle and flipped itself over. Eight little legs pistoned in the air.

Lúcia grinned and rubbed the crab’s metal belly with her index finger. When she flipped it back upright, it skittered off.

“Let’s just be cautious of the local wildlife, that’s all I’m saying,” said Jade.

Amaliya began peeling off her pressure suit. Lúcia stood up and began unbuckling. As Emily and Jade followed, the metal crab came skittering across the floor, this time with two companions. They formed a semi-circle around Lúcia.

After much winking of eye stalks, one of the crabs flipped itself over. Again, Lúcia knelt and rubbed its belly for a moment before flipping it right-side up. The trio of crabs skittered off.

“That’s some weird shit,” said Jade. “Definitely weird shit. Amaliya? Em? You ever see anything like—”

“Um, captain?” It was Emily who pointed.

Lúcia was surrounded by metal crabs. Hundreds of eye stalks winked in the dim light of the airlock.

“Just stay still.” Jade pulled the taser from her belt.

A single crab, directly in front of Lúcia flipped itself onto it’s back. The other crabs turned to face Lúcia, raised up on their frontmost legs and froze in place.

“Lúcia,” said Jade. “Don’t make any sudden moves.”

Lúcia knelt down, tickled the upside down crab’s belly and flipped it back onto it’s legs. The entire sea of winking eye stalks bounced excitedly, turned, and skittered off.

“What the actual fuck?” muttered Emily.

“I know, right?” said Amaliya.

The sea of crabs paused its collective movement. One turned around and skittered over to Lúcia. It reached up with a single pincer to tug at her pant leg.

“I’ve seen izmit yabancı escort some weird shit, but…” mumbled Jade.

Lúcia followed the shining, undulating mass of metal crabs to a doorway ahead. A second door slid open and a bright light spilled into the airlock.

Jade sniffed at the air. “What is that…? That smell. It smells like—”

“Bee Balm,” said Amaliya, inhaling deeply. “Bee Balm!”

“Wow,” said Emily, “Just, wow. Stupid Michelin Guide. You really screwed the pooch on this one.”

The four women passed through the doorway into a vast profusion of wildflowers.

* * *

“Fuck, yeah!” hollered Amaliya. “It’s almost worth being pummeled by a Microbus for the chance to experience this.”

Amaliya shimmied out of her jumpsuit and followed with her undershirt and panties. She scampered toward the horizon, her arms spread wide, turning a circle, completely naked.

“Baby, don’t you think we should…” Jade started. “Shouldn’t we wait until…”

Amaliya stopped and stared. She cupped her left breast and hoisted it upward. Craning her neck and extending her tongue, she encircled her nipple with a glistening trail of saliva.

“Shit,” mumbled Jade. “Amaliya…” She chased after.

“Where do you s’pose they’re off to?” said Emily.

“Hard to say. This station is much larger than I expected,” said Lúcia. “It is difficult to discern the details of what’s on the far side.”

“You’re not going to puke are you? Like last time?”

“Strangely, I feel no such urge. There is a peacefulness here I cannot completely describe.”

“Like how you knew the crabs wouldn’t bite?”

“I knew no such thing. I saw a creature struggling. Helpless, on it’s back. I simply treated it as I would wish to be treated. No more. No less.”

“The guide book says it’s about two-hundred hectares of arable land. If you wrap that up in a long tube, how many kilometers across do you think that makes it?”

Lúcia shrugged.

“You sure you’re not going to puke?”

Lúcia shook her head.

In the distance, Amaliya was giggling.

“Should we go after them?”

As soon as the words left Emily’s mouth, a trio of crabs came tottering over. One pulled at Lúcia’s jumpsuit again and then walked a meter toward a low rise. It walked halfway back, paused and waited, before dashing another meter forward.

Emily looked at Lúcia. The two women shrugged and followed the metal crab.

* * *

“What the actual fuck?” Emily’s mouth hung agape.

Lúcia grinned. “You say that a lot.”

In front of the two women was a metal cylinder, a little less than two meters high and half a meter in diameter. It was clad in a mat of woven wildflowers that had been fashioned to look like a short sleeve Hawaiian shirt. Sticking out of the arm holes were two antennas. On top of the cylinder was perched a straw hat.

“A scarecrow?” muttered Emily.

Assembled around the cylindrical scarecrow in a semicircle, were hundreds of metal crabs. Each one held the upturned head of a flower in its pincer. Occasionally one of the crabs would tilt the flower head and touch it to where its mouth might be.

“Hello, darlings. We’re having tea,” said a voice from the cylinder. “Care to join us?”

Lúcia clapped her hands together rapidly.

Several crabs directly in front of the scarecrow parted, and Lúcia, smiling broadly, stepped forward to sit cross-legged in their wake.

“What the actual fuck?” repeated Emily.

Lúcia giggled.

A dozen more crabs vacated their position in front of the scarecrow. Lúcia patted the ground next to her.

Emily shook her head as she walked over. Two metal crabs came skittering by with an extra pair of flower heads.

“Thank you,” said Lúcia, bowing her head as she accepted the gift. She brought the pretend cup to her lips and tilted it. “Delicious.”

“We play this game all the time,” said the metal scarecrow. “It’s one of her favorites.”

“I can see why,” said Lúcia. Again, she brought the flower head to her lips, this time making noisy slurping sounds.”

“It’s not too hot is it?” asked the scarecrow.

“Not at all,” said Lúcia. “Just right.”

“What the actual fuck?” said Emily, shaking her head.

“Aw, shit,” hollered Jade in the distance.

Lúcia and Emily turned toward the sound. About a kilometer up the curvature of the space station’s hull, where the ground was covered in tall grass, the sky overhead had filled with billowy clouds. The air below shimmered in mist.

“Relax,” said Amaliya’s far away voice. “It’s just water. Feels good.”

“We have our own weather here,” said the scarecrow. “As your friends have discovered.

“See the long tube overhead? Don’t look to closely, you’ll hurt your eyes. That tube distributes sunlight collected by the station’s parabolic mirror. I’m sure you must have seen the mirror when you docked. Looks like a big silver punch bowl tacked on the end of the station.

“The light from the distant sun is focused and concentrated by the mirror. Some of it is used for power. Some passes down the tube as daylight for the plants. The tube rotates to distribute equal light and darkness. Of course this causes uneven amounts of atmospheric heat and that causes the air to form areas of high pressure on the day side. Together with the low pressure on the night side…

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A Little Hug Story

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A Little Hug

By PygmyCoho (all rights reserved).

A note from the author:

This is a rework of my most popular story. Hope you enjoy it. And to all of you who have commented/emailed about this story in the past, Thank You! }:o)

Disclaimer: ALL sexual scenes are between one or more consenting adults 18 years of age or older. Oh, and they just happen to be women. There is some minor consumption of wine by a nineteen-year-old during an intimate dinner. If any of this bothers you, please sample some of the other excellent stories on Lit. Thanks.

Now, on with our tale…

*

Rachael began her junior year as a transfer from another high school. She seemed timid and perfectly happy to remain under the radar. In fact, there were times when I had to search for her amid the tide of students flowing through the hallways between classes. In retrospect, I completely misjudged her…

Since Rachael was not the type to be drawn into a clique it meant she remained a bit of a loner. That left her vulnerable. One day a couple of the “popular girls” singled Rachael out for their brand of hazing. I happened to round a corner of the hallway just as the snotty blonde slapped an armload of books out of Rachael’s grasp. It made me angry. Rachael did not deserve that sort of treatment–no one did. I waded in and broke up the altercation. I was about to send some people to the principal’s office when Rachael spoke.

“It’s okay, Ms. DeWitt. We were just kidding around.”

“That’s not how it looked to me.” I glared at the perpetrators.

Tiffany, the blonde, looked at the floor. Her friend, Sara, said, “That’s right. We were just jokin’ around.”

Her response came a little too quickly. My eyes held her gaze for a few seconds before she, too, was unable to meet my stare.

“Really, Ms. DeWitt, it’s all good,” Rachael confirmed. Then under her breath, “Please?”

My head turned to her. The plea in her eyes was too compelling.

“All right, ladies. But just remember that sometimes joking can look like something else entirely. And every event, even a small one, might trigger an unintended consequence. Understand?” I hoped I sounded menacing enough.

Everyone nodded. There were mumbled assents, too. Tiffany continued studying the floor tiles as though they held the secret to life itself.

“Now, I’m sure all of you have a class. I suggest you go there. Now.” I thought of helping Rachael with her books but felt that act could be interpreted as favoritism and might make her more of a target. It seemed best to just leave.

I worried then, but before the second semester ended Rachael made peace with Tiffany and Sara. Perhaps it was the other way around. Regardless, they all seemed polite enough to each other. I even saw them studying together a couple of times. I’m sure the two girls reaped some scholastic benefit from the interactions because Rachael turned out to be an excellent student.

* * * * * * *

Over the summer break between her junior and senior year, Rachael turned eighteen–and apparently received her woman’s body as a birthday gift! When given the chance her thick ebony curls spilled down to the small of her back. More often, though, she twisted her hair into a bun and stuck a pencil through it, or tied it back in a simple ponytail. Even her chosen fashion of jeans and t-shirts seemed to accentuate her beauty rather than hide it

The first time she enter my classroom, I remember gasping. Shimmering dark eyes, high cheekbones, white teeth, and cleft chin first got my attention. My eyes drizzled down her trim figure; from sculpted shoulders and a lovely pair of pert breasts, she tapered to a flat tummy and trim waist then flared into a delightful set of hips. I would have described her as “shockingly beautiful.”

When she strolled down the hallways, the swing of those hips highlighted a bottom that was rounded, trim, perky and squeezable all at once. Her new beauty had a profound effect on most boys, and seemed to stir many of the girls, too. I sighed after her more than a couple of times myself. But Rachael carried on as though she was completely unaware of the attention. I often wondered if she realized just how attractive she was.

Rachael was what used to be called, “teacher’s pet.” Now they’re called “student crushes.” Those students are the ones teachers look forward to seeing every day. They are attentive, engaged, focused and studious. They make teaching feel important, fulfilling, even noble, and help offset the long hours and low pay.

To be clear, these crushes are always platonic. Teachers who care about their students do not take advantage, and those who cross that line deserve the harshest of penalties. Besides, I always kept my feelings to myself to avoid any awkwardness.

Early in that second year I saw her teased once or twice. Rachael would flash her delightful smile, perhaps offer a quip, and disarm her assailant without causing hard feelings. Those rare displays, worthy of a seasoned kocaeli escort diplomat, were unheard of in high school. They were also effective, and the taunting stopped within days. Truth be told; however, I doubt anyone felt all that motivated to harass her in the first place.

She still avoided the cliques yet somehow managed to be popular, nonetheless. She reminded me of a hostess who could move seamlessly from one group to another, belonging to each one in turn without becoming entrapped. Maybe her popularity was because she avoided the cliques. Or maybe it stemmed from Rachael’s kindhearted nature. Her sunny disposition rarely faltered. She could find something positive about anyone, a trick even I envied. To say that she had blossomed, physically and socially, would have been gross understatement. All this made her stand out from so many girls who seemed bent on paddling through a morose sea of high school angst and rampant teenage hormones.

Her classwork excelled, too, as I witnessed firsthand when she got to my class. College preparatory physics could be trying for students, but her probing questions demonstrated real insight. There are pupils who keep us teachers on our toes, keep us striving to prepare for subjects we think we already know lest they ask us something we cannot answer. Rachael epitomized just that sort of student.

As awful as it sounds, there were some students that I was glad to see leave the school. Call me “human”, I suppose. But there were many, many more whom I truly enjoyed teaching. I hoped they would keep in touch once in a while, so I would know how life treated them.

Rachael became the first, however, whose pending departure caused me true separation anxiety. No other student had ever affected me that way. The mere thought of never seeing her again generated a physical pain in my chest. So, one May morning I gave my mirror a pep talk–and a mild rebuke for having such inappropriate emotions. I ignored those emotions as best I could and faced the term’s last day.

Before being labeled a complete love-fool let me state that I knew nothing could possibly happen between us. There were three strong and obvious obstacles: our age difference; my status as her teacher, and her apparent lack of interest in… well, in me. Despite the stream of logic, though, part of me still hoped to see her after the school year ended.

Nothing meaningful gets planned for the last day of my class. Instead, there’s a modest party with soft drinks, bottled waters, snacks, fruits and pastries. We share the students’ plans for their summers, their colleges, their prospects, and ambitions. It had been a tradition in my classes and the only rule was no one got to demean anyone. Some good, truly special moments came from those parties over the years. Attendance was not required so the turn out usually averaged about fifty percent. What can I say, seniors, right…?

This time Rachael was one of the no-shows.

At the bell most of the kids shuffled and made for the door. Some of the boys grabbed handfuls of food for their last trip down the halls. A few hangers-on milled around for a little while, only to trickle out as the mood changed from sentimental to awkward. And just like that the room became a void.

I looked at the rows of seats, thought back over the year and found my gaze draped on Rachael’s chair. It felt a little unsettling seeing it empty.

“Don’t be stupid,” I muttered to myself. With an effort I put away the food, binned plastic bottles, and cleaned or disposed of the rest. Once in motion my thoughts of the raven-haired beauty waned a little. I had nearly finished when the door burst open.

“Oh, thank God you’re still here!”

“Rachael?”

“I’m sooo sorry I missed class–“

“It wasn’t mandatory.” There was something about her mere presence that calmed me. I liked that feeling very much.

“I know, but I sooo wanted to be here. I made a loaf of Italian fruit bread to, like, bring in, but my dog ate it before we could bake it and we had to take him to the vet ’cause his stomach, like, swelled up like a water balloon and– Why are you…? It’s not funny!” she admonished, unable to stifle her own chuckles.

“I’m sorry, Rachael, but, really? ‘Ms. DeWitt, my dog ate my classwork’.”

“I know!” she giggled.

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah, but they had to pump her stomach, or whatever they do when a dog, like, eats something it’s not supposed to. But she’s okay. But when we finally got home and I drove here, it’s now. And I’m late.”

I realized my face was split into a huge grin. Thank goodness I could, well, I could blame it on the dog!

“You’re not late at all.” My voice sounded foreign to me, deep and husky, though I was not sure why. “So,” I continued, “What are your plans?” I held a water bottle towards her, and she nodded.

“For summer, or after?” She took the water, twisted the top off and sipped at it.

“Either. Both. Whatever you want to tell me.” I caught myself staring kocaeli escort bayan at her lips on the bottle and forced myself to look at her eyes instead.

“Well, I’m taking the summer to travel. I’m going to drive to some of the places I want to see, like Glacier National Park, and Mount Rushmore, the St. Louis Arch and The Alamo. Maybe New Orleans, Atlanta. Maybe even Washington, though my Mom says it’s dangerous.”

“D.C., right?”

She nodded, hair bouncing.

I told her, “It can be a little risky at night, but you should be okay in the daytime.”

“Really? Okay, then D.C.”

“You’re going with someone, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, with my friend, Suzy–“

I opened my mouth.

“–and we’ll be careful.”

I grinned. Her presentation was well-rehearsed, probably to get approval from her folks. “It sounds like a great trip, but you’d better send me postcards.”

“I can text you and send pics from my phone.”

“Humor me–I’m old fashioned.”

“‘Kay. Promise.”

We smiled at one another. A random thought popped into my mind and I asked, “Do you remember that, um, that thing, with Tiffany and Sara last year?”

“Yeah, I, uh, I never thanked you for, like, leaving that one alone. That was way cool. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. I thought of helping you pick up your books–“

“No, I’m glad you didn’t. Don’t think it woulda helped, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. But I have to ask–what was that about?”

“Oh, it was all a mix-up. They thought I was trying to, like, get between, a… couple. But it worked out okay. We even hang sometimes. They’re both going away to college in Boulder, so we probably won’t see each other too much anymore.”

“I bet you helped them snag the grades that got them accepted.”

Rachael shook her head. “Nah.”

“Maybe just a little?” I prompted.

She shrugged, and held up her thumb and forefinger, so they were very close together. We laughed.

“And what about you? I hope you’re going to college.” My voice sounded as stern as I could make it to emphasize my point. But the thought of her leaving town was dreadful.

“Well, I got accepted at the University.” Her feet kept moving as though she could not remain still.

“You’re not going away?” I tried to hide my relief.

“Nope. Right here. Dad didn’t want to, like, pay out-of-state tuition.” She did a little, unconscious dance step. She sipped her water and set the bottle on her desk.

“Hmm, good reason, I suppose. Especially since the U’s a really good institution. You’ll do well.”

There had to be something else; Rachael seemed ready to burst.

“Yeah, and I got an academic scholarship!” Her feet shuffled as she clapped. I clapped with her. “That’s how come I could buy a car and get, like, money for the summer trip!”

“Oh, Rachael, that’s great. I knew you had so much potential.”

“I remember you telling me.” She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. It happened so quickly and was all too brief, but I will never forget the feel of her body against mine. Her firm breasts pressed into my fuller, softer mounds. The touch of her hips and lean, taut thighs against me made my legs rubbery.

“Thank you,” she whispered and pecked my cheek. My skin burned where her lips kissed me, and the warmth spread across the side of my face like a tiny wildfire.

The very next moment she stepped back, and it was over. But my mind and body still reeled from that hug. The effect was too profound, out of proportion to the act itself. It was the instant when I knew…

We chatted for a few more minutes; I still have no idea what we said. I do recall that she mentioned having to check on her dog just before she left, and we laughed again.

The door swung closed. It was only then that I noticed how wet and sticky my panties felt. My legs remained weak, and my face still tingled. I sat behind my desk and looked at the blotter. Then I glanced at my breasts. My nipples stood erect and visible. I rolled my eyes and leaned back in the chair with my arms crossed over my chest.

How could a little hug and an innocent peck on the cheek set me off like that?

I reached beneath my skirt and pulled the clinging fabric from my skin. But what I thought would relieve the mild discomfort of wet undies made my crotch sizzle instead.

“Damn,” I murmured. I gathered the leftovers, locked up and walked to my car.

When I got home, I left everything in the back seat, went inside, drew a bath and undressed. As I passed the mirror, I caught sight of my body. My nipples remained hard, flushed and throbbing. I faced the glass and my eyes travelled over the reflection. My swollen lips glistened through their wispy brunette veil.

With a shake of my head, I climbed into the tub and let the heat seep into my skin. My fingers stroked soapsuds across my breasts. The caress shot electricity from the stiffened tips through my tummy and into my pelvis. kocaeli escort Each tweak and stroke fed the fire Rachael had kindled.

Soon one hand arrived between my thighs and played. My lips parted easily, and my fingers discovered just how swollen I had grown. A little teasing was not going to be enough for what I wanted, what I needed. As my hand explored and manipulated my fiery tip, other fingers curled inside me. My hesitant, exploratory rhythm grew more passionate and insistent.

I watched my breasts floating in the sea of foam, nipples harder than ever. When I found my G my eyes rolled back and my head slipped downward to rest on the tub’s edge. In my mind, Rachael was lying on top of me. Our mouths devoured one another’s as our breasts rubbed together. Was that wet heat between my legs the bathwater, my juices, or our mounds sliding across each other’s in our climb to fulfillment? The fantasy seemed so real. I had a second to wonder before my body shook in the throes of a devastating climax.

After another gratifying orgasm I toweled myself dry and slipped under the sheets. My hands danced across my skin and visited all the right spots. It took me three more heady cums, and various, delicious fantasies about Rachael, to fall into an exhausted sleep.

* * * * * * *

Rachael proved true to her word. I received a post card every few days from all the places she visited. I became certain the cards held traces of her perfume-soap scent that the random odors of their postal journeys could not quite obliterate. Those tenuous olfactory treats inspired some beautiful fantasies. During June I masturbated each time one of Rachael’s notes arrived.

It sounded as though she and her friend, Suzy, were discovering the world in that particular, singular fashion that can only happen when one is young. I was envious and proud, worried, and approving, elated and heartbroken. How I wished I was sitting next to Rachael for those miles and sites and experiences.

The summer wore on and I finally gained some perspective. My desire moderated from a near-obsession to a more manageable infatuation. By the time the new term started I had everything nicely compartmentalized. My overactive libido went into semi-remission, allowing me several nights of uninterrupted sleep.

Just before Christmas, as I cleaned up after the winter class party, the door to my room swung open and a familiar figure stood there. My heart stopped for an instant before thudding so hard I thought Rachael would here it across the room.

“Hi, Ms. DeWitt.”

“Rachael!” No jeans and t-shirts now–that dress set off her body like a fashion model. Her long tresses flowed over her shoulders, down her arms and back.

She moved towards me and my mind flashed back to last summer’s hug. I extended a hand instead. Her face flickered for a moment and she took my hand in both of hers. She gave me one of her radiant smiles, though her eyes appeared curious. Amused, and curious.

“How are you? I got your cards. The trip sounded fantastic!”

“I’m good. Yeah, it was awesome.” She did not release my hand, and I did not want it back. Not yet.

“The Arch was great, especially from the top. We got to look up the Presidents’ noses at Mt. Rushmore. New Orleans was waaay cool and D.C. was awesome. The Alamo made me cry, though. So did Glacier, but in a different way. We saw bears!” Her eyes sparkled at the memories.

“And how’s Suzy?”

“Suzy was fun for most of it, but we drifted apart after. She went to school in Florida and, well, I’m not ready for a long-distance, uh, friendship. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” I answered automatically. But I wondered if I really did know what she meant.

She smiled and finally released her grip. My fingertips throbbed and my palm felt steamy. I think I was getting wet, too.

“So, sit. Tell me, how’s the U?” I retreated behind my desk and folded my arms over my breasts, just in case.

“It’s okay,” she sighed. Rachael took her old seat. She pulled her hair back and her breasts thrust forward. I tried not to look… and failed. Then she crossed her legs. Her skirt slipped up past her knees and I could not help glancing at her bared thighs. Her new look made her incredibly sexy. I shuddered and peered into her face instead. She seemed to flash the tiniest unconscious smirk before her expression settled into a soft smile.

“Just okay?”

Her face changed again as she regained her train of thought. “Yeah. I mean, I like it and all. And most of my professors are pretty good…”

“–But?”

“But… sometimes it feels, like, I don’t know. Like it’s a ‘factory’?”

“A factory?”

“Yeah, you know. It seems like the classes are so big, you’re just a number. It’s different than, like, your class. I always felt special here. Now, it’s kinda like I’m… ordinary, I guess.”

A reflexive burst of laughter escaped before I could control it. Rachael frowned.

“I’m sorry, Rachael. But I cannot, ever, think of you as ‘ordinary’. You are one of the most extraordinary people I’ve ever taught. Probably ever known.”

“Really?”

“Have you talked with your folks about this?”

“Yeah.”

“And they said?”

“They said, ‘Why don’t you talk with Ms. DeWitt’.”

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“Thank you for inviting me to dinner, Mrs. Clankman,” she mentioned, strolling towards me.

“You’re welcome, Ivana, and you call me, Victoria. You are in a somewhat serious relationship with my step son, so get comfortable with me,” I advised her, stirring noodles.

“Well, Austin and I are serious, and he has bragged about your spaghetti before, so I’m looking forward to it. When are the guys coming back?”

I peeked at her pretty face. “They aren’t, Ivana.”

Her eyebrows rose up and she crossed her arms. “Why not?”

I bit my bottom lip for a moment. “I told them just to have a boy’s night out with their friends,” I replied before I turned to her. “I just wanted a girl’s night with you. I don’t have any kids and I thought maybe we could bond a little bit. You aren’t mad, are you?”

“No,” she answered, breaking eye contact. “Although, you could have just told me that, though. I’m eighteen, so I can handle the truth.”

“Okay, I won’t mislead you like that again,” I let her know, turning back to the noodles.

“If you wanted a girl’s night, couldn’t we have gone out somewhere? I mean this seems weird, like you wanted to talk rather than have a good time,” she whined, turning away from me.

‘Damn, dinner isn’t even ready yet, and she is pissed.’

“I’ll have it ready shortly, Ivana, you can go sit down at the table.”

“No,” she objected, glancing back at me. “Tell me why you invited me here under false pretenses.”

I sighed. “I’d just prefer to fill your stomach up before we talk, but I promise it is something worth your time.”

“Okay,” she responded in a tone before she left the kitchen.

“Damn, for a cute brunette, she is a little bitchy.”

I finished the meal and brought her a plate of food. We both sat down at the dining room table, sat across from each other and began eating. We ate for a few minutes without speaking a word, peeking at each other several times.

“This is really good, Victoria.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. So, what’s on your mind? You aren’t gonna interrogate me about Austin, are you?”

“No, but it is not really dinner conversation.”

“What, do you want sex advice from me?” she chuckled, peeking at her plate.

I bit my lip, my eyes widened and it felt like my heart was about to pop out too.

She kept her head down for a few more seconds before she glanced back at me. “Holy shit,” she laughed, putting her hands onto her face up to her cheeks. “Did you really want sex advice from me, Victoria?”

My face dyed red and I covered it with hands. “That’s putting it bluntly. Now do you understand why I invited you here alone and wanted to wait until after dinner?”

“Damn,” she laughed. “I had no idea, but you could have just been upfront about that.”

My hands dropped. “Well, I’m a thirty-three-year-old married, red headed housewife trying to make it work with my husband. We’ve been married since Austin was ten, but our sex life is almost dead now. I’m just embarrassed to ask my friends about this, and I just know that you and Austin are together.”

“Do you mean we’re having sex, Victoria?”

“Yes, I’m not gonna grill you about it, but I was just hoping maybe you could help me out with his dad.”

She nodded and kept her down for a moment.

‘She is smiling evilly, either she has a few tricks to share or I’m about to get the urge to slap her.’

“You are right, we should wait until after dinner,” she chuckled, looking back at me.

“Thanks.”

We finished eating in silence. ‘I know she isn’t judging me, but it still feels awkward though.’

Anyway, after another ten minutes, we finished eating and then we both landed on the couch, with me on one side and her on the other.

She smirked at me again. “So, first of all, how dead is your sex life?”

“I guess there are a few heartbeats, but it seems nearly hopeless at this point. I know you and Austin are young, but maybe you can find some grease for me.”

“Okay, but be forewarned: I’ll be blunt with you,” she warned me, turning her body to me.

“I understand,” I answered, turning to her.

“Well, first of all,” she said, getting close to me. “Why do you always hide your bosoms? I mean, they are big,” she pointed out, bringing her palms towards my tits. “May I?”

I stayed silent for a few seconds and my eyebrows went up. “Sure.”

She snatched my hooters. “These are nice and firm. They should be your main attraction, but you usually wear sweaters, or t-shirts like this one. You should be wearing dresses around dinnertime. You know, ones that’ll show these off,” she suggested, squeezing them.

“I guess, but I have you and Austin around here a lot. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”

“Okay, well, maybe show them off a little bit at least. How about in the bedroom, do you wear lingerie or anything sexy to bed?”

“No, I think he has just lost interest in that stuff. I’m usually wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants to bed,” I mentioned before I peeked at her chest. “You have smaller escort kocaeli breasts, but you are showing them off.”

“I have these buttons,” she pointed out, touching them at the top. “No one said I have to use them though. Maybe you should just advertise yourself to a certain extent, but not jump off a bridge. Have a sale, but not a super sale. You know, let the crack out just a little bit and wear something sleeveless too. You could also let your belly show, so just show off your body. That’ll get his dick hard.”

“Okay, but I’ve heard you two having sex quite a few times. What do you do exactly to keep that sexual spark? I mean you two must love each other, right?”

“Yes, of course I love him,” she replied, getting back onto the other side of the couch. “I guess it is where that love drives you, Victoria. I’m sure you two had sex before marriage, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but after the honeymoon phase, our sex life just spiked down,” I responded, putting my hands up. “So, I’m now here with you.”

“Well, may I ask something sexual?”

“Okay,” I answered with raised eyebrows.

“Have you ever tried giving him a blow job when he is watching TV?”

I just had an odd face and my head went back. “What? No, I’ve never done anything like that,” I answered, shaking my head no.

“Well, that’s an idea then: be spontaneous and just surprise him with it. Just casually climb next to him on the couch and undo his pants. Even if he says something, don’t answer and pull out his rod. Rub it for a moment, then take it right into your mouth and slowly begin thrusting your lips. What guy doesn’t like getting blown? Maybe you need to make the first move to grease the wheels to get the cart moving again.”

“Really? I never thought of anything like that,” I mentioned, breaking eye contact.

“Well, I think you should at least try it, but make sure you are comfortable though. If you aren’t, then shit could backfire. You know, I’ve sucked Austin’s cock while he was watching.”

“Whoa, T.M.I. alert,” I protested, putting my hands up.

“I told you so maybe you’d find yourself more comfortable if you knew I did it,” she pointed out, shooting me a dirty look.

I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Ivana, but I didn’t need to know that. Austin is my step son and we’re pretty close. That was just weird.”

“I understand. I guess I’m a little free spirited, and comfortable with you. It is just us ladies here, neither of us are gonna go spouting off to other people about our conversation.”

I thought about that for a moment and then I leaned over to her. I hugged her and she hugged me right back. After a moment, we let go of each other and sat back down.

I scratched my head for a moment. “Have you given him head in here before?”

“Yes, right on this couch in fact.”

My lips went in between my teeth and I bit them hardly for a few seconds. “No kidding, but what about his stuff though?”

“Do you mean his cum?” she pondered, grinning.

I placed my palms onto my forehead. “Yes,” I chuckled faintly.

“Well, sometimes I swallow it, and others I just let him cum on my face or boobs. I guess depending on if I have all my clothes on.”

“Wait, do you mean you’ve had more than oral sex in here?”

“Yes, it is part of our adventurous relationship. Something that keeps that spark. You and Jack have never caught us out here before, so I guess it is just smoking hot for us. So, you two have never fucked out here before?”

“No, what if we got caught? I’m pretty sure that would scar Austin for life and Jack would never want to have sex again.”

“It wouldn’t be that bad, but try it sometime.”

We both stayed quiet for a moment.

“What about sexting, Victoria? Have you ever tried that?”

“No, I guess we don’t have a sexual foundation to support that kind of thing. Besides, I feel weird typing that stuff.”

Then she pulled out her phone. “What about some dirty pictures? You could just let your body do the talking and you’ll have him thinking about you until he gets home.”

“Oh, hell no,” I objected, getting up. “Sexting him is too much. Hell, I could never see myself just sending him a nude picture of myself.”

She nodded and began messing with her phone. “After you do it once,” she said, showing me her phone. “It is just gravy after that.”

“Shit, you are naked,” I observed, taking her phone. “Damn, Austin is a lucky guy if he gets these kinds of pictures. I don’t even like girls and I feel my panties getting a little wet. Are those C-cup boobs?”

“Yes, he loves them and I keep my pussy trimmed as he likes it. I got my best friend to take that for me, so what do you say?”

“To what?” I pondered, glancing back at her.

“Let me take some pictures of you and then you can send them to your hubby. If you want reignite your sex life, you are gonna need at least a small flame to work with first. If you send him pictures and then just give him an amazing blow job without saying a word while he watches TV, he will get so hot for you.”

“I gölcük escort don’t want to pose for you, you are my step son’s girlfriend,” I opposed, giving her phone back.

“So what? I just showed my picture,” she reminded me, taking the phone. “You wanted my advice, so I gave it to you.”

I sighed and looked away for a moment. “Do you really think that might help me out?”

“Hell yeah, if you got them, then flaunt them, Victoria. Just give me your phone and I’ll capture the magic for you.”

I bit my bottom lip for a moment. ‘What do I have to lose?’ I thought before I dug into my pocket and handed her my phone.

“You won’t regret this, I promise,” she told me, getting up with me.

“What should I do, take off my top and shorts?”

“Yes, you want them to be dirty, right?”

I calmly grabbed the end of my t-shirt and took it off myself.

“Holy shit, you have nice melons,” she commended me, smiling.

“Thanks, I guess,” I muttered, undoing my shorts.

They fell and I stepped out of them. Her eyebrows went up and she scratched her head too.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well, maybe just a plain pair of white panties and an ordinary white bra may not set off those sexy vibes, but let’s see what we can work with here,” she said before she held the phone up. “Rub your breasts, that might tip the scales even more.”

I smiled and rubbed my bosoms with both hands. ‘Oh, this is so weird.’

“Oh, yes, get those titties. Don’t be bashful either, let your sexy side out. Let him know what is on your mind, and those are more than just for show,” she moaned, snapping pictures.

I gave her several different poses for her to photograph and she seemed to be loving it.

After about five minutes, she stopped. “So, what do you say to losing the bra? Why don’t you let the bundles of joy off that leash?”

I bit my lip for a moment and shook slightly. “Do you swear you won’t tell anyone about this?”

“I promise, I’m doing this for you. If I marry Austin someday, we’ll be in each other’s lives forever.”

I took in a deep breath and brought my hands to my back. I undid it and took it off, but I immediately covered my nipples.

“Don’t worry, I’m just another woman. As you saw, I have tits too.”

“Fine,” I groaned before I unveiled my nipples.

“Holy shit, I’m jealous, your breasts are dazzling,” she praised me, strolling towards me.

She stopped in front of me. “May I?”

“Sure.”

Her palms slowly made the trip onto my melons. “Oh, my, are these real?”

“Yes, they are all natural.”

She rubbed them for a moment and kept her eyes right on them too.

“Okay, I get it,” I pointed out, backing away. “You like my boobs. So can we finish this now?”

“How about you lose your underwear, and let him see your bush too?”

I took a deep breath. “I shave it actually,” I let her know before I lowered my panties.

“Yes, you do, hot lady,” she noticed, peeking at my slit.

She stared at it for a few seconds before she backed away a few feet. She failed to utter a word, but maintained a cheesing smile as she put the phone back up.

‘If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she loves what she sees,’ I thought, posing sideways with my arms above my head.

She took several pictures of me, even though I only needed a couple for Jack.

“Damn, you certainly have a sexy body and you know how to flaunt it too.”

“I guess you are nonthreatening, Ivana, but I think we have enough now.”

“Okay,” she replied, ambling back to me.

I grabbed it and went through the pictures. “Do you really think he’ll like these?”

“Yes, Victoria, you are fucking ravishing. Trust me, every guy would love to get nude pictures from his wife or girlfriend.”

“Okay, I’ll send my two favorites to my husband, if you send one to your boyfriend.”

“Fuck, I can do that,” she answered, prior to taking off her top.

She stripped out of her top and shorts right in front of me in about ten seconds. “You see, pink silk panties with a matching bra,” she pointed out, prior to undoing her bra. “Try it sometime,” she suggested before took it off and slid her underwear down too. “We can get both of our guys horny and ready to fuck us. Also, be sure to have your panties or your bra straps out, he’ll certainly notice that too. Maybe for our next bonding period, we can go to Victoria’s Secret and get you something sexy.”

She tossed her phone to me, but I failed to move my arm. “Fuck me, you are one stunning lady, Ivana.”

“Thank you, but could you pick up my phone?”

“Oh, yes,” I said, glancing at the floor. “I’m sorry,” I apologized before I picked it up. “Fuck, you just mesmerized me.”

“Thank you.”

I put it on camera mode and angled it up.

“Shoot me, Victoria,” she ordered grabbing her boobs, but letting her nipples show and smiling lustfully.

I did just that and walked right back to her.

She took the phone and peeked at it. “That’s a good one, he’ll get his dick hard and izmit sınırsız escort want to fuck me that much more. It is sent now, so you better send your favorite picture too, Victoria.”

I swallowed once and just picked a couple pictures to send. After I sent them, I peeked back up at her. I bit my bottom lip and my eyes widened. She smiled at me and calmly closed the gap between us. Not a word was spoken as we both just checked out each other’s bodies. It lasted for about three minutes before her right hand slowly made it’s way onto my cheek.

She caressed it. “I know this might be out there, but have you ever thought of being with another woman? Letting him see you with one or just inviting one in with you two? If you did either of those, you might make him want you forever. He won’t know how you two ever went through a drought. It’ll turn him on and the switch will be broken off,” she explained before her palms lazily dropped to my boobs. “Have you imagined a woman licking you nipples, or maybe your labia? I’ve never been with a woman, but your step son does have a collection of girl on girl porn movies on his laptop,” she explained before a small pause.

“Between us, I’ve masturbated to them a few times before, and I’ve found myself interested in fucking another woman.”

“Well, you are quite exquisite, but it seems like you are flirting with me.”

“I know.”

We both licked our lips for a moment, but then she slowly leaned towards me. She kissed me right on the lips as she squeezed my breasts.

It lasted for twenty seconds before I abruptly brought my head back. “No, I invited you here for sex advice, not to have sex with you.”

“Yes,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Although, that doesn’t mean we can’t fuck anyway. I think we came across our own spark.”

“I’m married and you have a serious boyfriend.”

“Yeah, but they don’t need to know anything. You didn’t even tell them that you’d be hanging with me tonight, did you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“I’m pretty damn sure they’d both love the fact that we’re even standing in front of each other completely naked right now.”

We both stayed silent for a moment. ‘Wow, she is a beauty. She even has some cum streaming down my legs.’

“Oh, do I hear buzzing?”

We both grabbed our phones and peeked at them. “‘I like that, Victoria. Maybe we can have some fun when I get home tonight. I’m rocking a major hard on now.’ Wow, you were right, Ivana.”

“Damn straight.”

I peeked back up and saw her right in front of me.

Suddenly, I dropped my phone and wrapped my arms around her. “We only tell them when I want to, got it?”

“Yes.”

I calmly pressed my lips onto hers as she let her arms come around me too. We both rubbed each other’s upper backs and let our boobs press together too. We made out for over five minutes as we both just stood there in the middle of the living room.

‘Wow, Austin is one unbelievably lucky dude.’

Eventually, my hands slithered down onto her butt and my lips calmly came off hers. “Would you like to take our party into the bedroom?”

“I like that,” she replied before she kissed me.

I took her hand in mine and we made our to my bedroom. ‘I didn’t intend for this to happen, but yet, I’m not stopping it.’

As we made it in there, I shut the door and went right to her as she stood on the right side of my bed.

I took her hands. “You are quite ravishing, but I never thought about being with another woman. Now, I can’t say no to you.”

“Then say the word ‘Yes’,” she suggested before she dropped to her knees.

She instantly came right to my slit with her tongue out. Her hands landed on the floor and her tongue slid right into my cherry.

“Yes, do that, sexy wench,” I moaned, placing my hands onto her head. “Fuck me with your slick tongue, Ivana. Just don’t tell anyone about it.”

She failed to reply to that, but let her tongue slide up and down in my pussy effortlessly. She failed to stick it in deep enough to my clit, but made sure to pleasure me beyond belief. I scrubbed her head a bit, but made sure not to hurt her.

“Shit, I hear my cum dripping out onto the carpet, so keep going. I feel myself burning up already.”

After a couple moments of her pleasuring me, she nonchalantly stopped and stood up with me. “Sometimes less is more,” she let me know before she kissed me. “So shut the fuck up and let me fuck you. I’m not about to fuck a woman for the first time and let her distract me,” she warned me before she pushed me down onto the bed.

“Sorry,” I said before I blew her a kiss.

“It is quite alright, new and spontaneous sexual adventures can turn people into chatterboxes. The first time I sucked Austin’s dick as he was watching TV, he couldn’t quit spouting off nice things about me to save his life. He kept going on until he needed to shoot,” she explained, getting onto her stomach right in front of me.

“That’s hot.”

“I know,” she responded before she inserted two fingers from her right hand into my snatch.

She leaned down to it and let her tongue slide back in.

“Okay, I’ll shut up if you make me cum all over your pretty face, Ivana. Fuck me until you get what you want,” I moaned, positioning my hands back onto her head.

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Lesbian Honeymoon

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We woke up naturally, looking forward to our honeymoon! We went to the bathroom, showered, and got into our catsuits, this time mine is matte gray and Gina’s is a black wetlook. (no need to attract attention at the airport with flashy colors!) Gina again helped me with the zip. I knew if we couldn’t be discrete I might not pee again until we were on the other side of the world! I may have to work on my flexibility someday, but for now it just spices things up.

We put on our high heels, tied up our hair, got our luggage, and headed to the car. (We sent our wedding dresses safely home, not to worry.) After about an hour in the car, we got to the airport and checked our bags. With only our catsuits, heels, and small purses, we went through security with only a few odd glances at us. It wasn’t too long, and we got to the gate a few minutes before boarding began, our high heels clinking on the floor the whole way. Neither of us was really feeling the need to use the restroom since it had not been that long since we were at the hotel.

We got on the plane, got comfortable in our seats as the spandex hugged our bodies. I had the window seat and Gina was on the aisle, happy we had a two person row to ourselves. We clicked the seat belts, and enjoyed the takeoff as we began our adventure together.

We enjoyed chatting and looking out the window, but after about 6 hours we were over the pacific and I was starting to feel a twinge of pressure in my bladder. I asked Gina, “how are you holding up?”

“I’m doing alright, you?”

“I think I may need your assistance before our destination.” She just smiled, touching my hair. She leaned in, making sure our boobs touched, and kissed me. What a moment! That doesn’t really help my bladder any. We still have 11 hours until we reach Sydney. “That was nice but doesn’t help.”

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep? We just ate, there’s plenty of time, and it’s getting dark.” Good idea. I got comfortable and dozed off.

When I woke up, Gina was sleeping. I looked out the window for a while and then rested my head on her shoulder. I had slept for seven hours and definitely felt like I could use some relief, but not quite desperate yet. After what felt like an hour she woke up.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes I did get seven hours. It looks like you got some good shut eye too?”

“Yes, after almost 8 hours, I feel great!”

“And you’re still perfectly comfortable?” I couldn’t believe she wasn’t really feeling it yet.

“Yes, although I did relieve myself about 3 hours ago while you were snoozing.” She giggled a little, and spoke more quietly. “I can help you but not just yet since it would be fairly soon.” She was still smiling while I grimaced and rolled my eyes. I turned back to the window.

A couple hours later I was bouncing my legs a bit as it grew harder to manage. Of course I had bartın escort continued drinking water to stay hydrated, and Gina was obviously enjoying this. I was enjoying it a bit too, also feeling aroused, but after a little while longer, I looked at her to ask yet again. Then we hit some turbulence. For the first time all flight, the plane was unsteady and the seat belt light flicked on. Oh no! The smile disappeared from Gina’s face. “I’m sorry, I guess I waited too long.”

“It’s okay. I think I’ll be fine, as long as I don’t have to wait until we land.” That is exactly what happened… Gina kissed me again and we held hands for the remainder of the flight. I steeled myself, holding on, leaning my head against her shoulder.

After a bumpy landing, the taxi to the gate was a tortuous 25 minutes of the plane driving along bouncing every so often. Gina was holding my hands and I was very turned on but also ready for this long flight to be over so I could relieve myself. My bladder was exerting a lot of pressure on the spandex covering my body.

As we reached the gate and people started standing up to leave, we were handed customs forms to fill out before exiting the plane. Gina rested her hand on my leg and while sensually pleasing, it was distracting. Will this never end? 20 more minutes later and the flight attendants collected the forms, which allowed people to exit the plane. We walked down the aisle (of the plane) and as I took each step in my heels I felt the liquid in my bladder swish back and forth with my hips.

I held on as we entered the airport hand in hand. We walked towards the bathroom but Gina took another step and held my arm with her other hand. “Where are you going?” I just looked at her quizzically. She rolled her eyes and regretfully nodded. I turned around and she half-unzipped my spandex-covered back. I took two steps, and paused to turn around. “I will wait here for you.” She is crazy, but I need relief.

I went into a stall, pulled down the zipper the rest of the way, disrobed, and let the pee flow out of my body. Ahhhh… I just sat there feeling free after over 19 hours. After about a minute of much needed relaxation, I pulled the soft spandex back over my body and zipped up as much as I could reach. I flushed, washed my hands, and returned to Gina, who lovingly zipped me up all the way. I was trapped in my comfort until she allowed me another break. We kissed and headed off to claim our luggage and begin our adventure, holding hands again with the full knowledge that Gina was going to go on with about 8 hours of pee already filling her bladder.

We found our suitcases, and free from the restrictions of air travel we decided to pull two underbust corsets out of the front pocket of Gina’s suitcase to put on. I tightened her laces, and a quick wince told me hers was tight enough. She bartın escort bayan then did mine, and pulled me into a very thin waist since my bladder was empty now and not requiring as much room. We attracted a few quizzical looks, but nobody said anything. Nicely hugged, we were ready to go.

We got a taxi to our luxury hotel, checked in, and stored our luggage. Due to the time change it was only mid-morning. So we had a few hours to pass before our room was ready. I could tell Gina was beginning to shift her weight a little but didn’t say anything. We strolled down the street for a bit and after a few turns we settled on a quaint soup place. Gina confessed with a whisper on my ear, “This corset tells me I need relief but I don’t think they have a restroom!” I just smiled.

We finished and decided to head back to the hotel. After the long flights both our phones were now dead. We began walking but did not realize we had forgotten the way back. “Which way now?” I asked. Gina shrugged her shoulders as it sank in we were lost. She would just have to keep holding on.

After an hour of wandering, probably farther away, we knew our room was ready and tried to catch a taxi. We saw one a block away and tried running for it, but our heels slowed us down. As we saw someone else jump in, Gina stopped and bent forward slightly clearly in need. I just held her hand, pushed her hair behind her ear, and kissed her “We’ll figure this out.” She struggled to smile, but did give me a hug, just not too tightly.

“Hey you two, I just saw you trying to catch that taxi. Need a ride?” It was a taxi driver.

“Yes, please.” We got in and gave him the name and address of our hotel.

“So what brings you to Sydney?”

“We’re on our honeymoon! We just arrived today, actually and are still figuring out the city, clearly.”

“Oh wonderful! Welcome. So what are your plans for the first day?”

“We actually were just grabbing lunch before our room was ready. We were going to get that settled and then go from there.” Gina wanted relief but of course wouldn’t say.

“Well let me give you a quick tour of the city, honeymoon special! I’m sure the room will still be there in an hour.”

“How could we refuse that?” I asked Gina. She was speechless, which the driver took as a yes. We could now see our hotel, but the car turned down another road. Gina’s bladder would have to wait, now with soup in it. I was enjoying myself though, and we’re looking forward to a great week. We held hands and looked out the window.

A few days later, Gina had this wonderful idea to encourage movement and sustain a healthy lifestyle. She had purchased two special motion-sensing vibrators that responded to our movements. Only, instead of rewarding us with pleasure when moving, it would be the opposite. They would start vibrating with escort bartın greater intensity whenever we stopped moving!

Today we (for the first time) turned them on and placed them in our vaginas, calm for the moment as we got ready. We put on high waisted tights, corsets, bodysuits, pencil skirts, and only 3″ high heels since we’d be doing a lot of walking. As we finished getting ready we stopped to inspect each other, smiled, and then jumped as they came to life at our moment’s hesitation! It was going to be a great day.

As we enjoyed shopping and seeing the city, we were always reminded to keep moving. If we paused and stood still to take a picture, look at something, or just relax, we would be treated to a sensation. For lunch we stopped at a food cart and ate while we walked. Then as dinner came around we found this amazing place we just had to try and we were tired. We looked forward to sitting down but after ordering our food and a bottle of wine we realized bouncing our legs didn’t not entirely stop the vibrating inside us! So we enjoyed dinner with intermittent vibrating, and increasingly full bladders as we had been out for seven hours, staying hydrated, and now consuming a full bottle of wine.

It was a delightful day but we headed back to our room after paying the bill. The rain that had begun during dinner did not help the pressure building inside of us against our corsets and buzzing companions, as we returned to our hotel in an Uber. We finally arrived and Gina graciously unzipped my bodysuit for me to let me relieve myself first, which I happily did, though I kept the heels, tights, and vibrator. When I pleasantly emerged I saw her just standing naked and pacing, for the sake of the vibrator.

“My turn,” I said. She gave me a confused look as she moved towards the bathroom. “No, no, no, you’re getting in the straight dress.” Her eyes widened but she knew. “It’s only fair, my dear.”

“Okay, but then we’re even.” She agreed. I got out the spandex garment, which had a skintight dress all the way down to the ankles, and closed sleeves resembling a straightjacket, but soft and with ties rather than buckles. Once she wiggled into it I zipped the back and tied her arms crossed against her torso. Her eyes widened as the vibrator started again. “I forgot about that! We should take it out, right?”

“No, I didn’t forget that, and I’m in charge now.” I kissed her as shock settled in. “Okay, now drink this water so you can last through the night. You’re probably dehydrated after that wine from dinner.” She drank as I pressed the water bottle to her lips. She tried to speak again but I pushed a ball gag into her mouth and buckled that behind her head. I arranged her hair about her head and helped her get on the bed, rubbing her soft body a bit here and there. She squirmed, trying to stop the vibrations as she held her bladder under control.

I reminded her, “I still have my vibrator and I’ll be with you the whole time.” I removed my heels and tights now, instead putting on a full red catsuit. I laid down on top of Gina, enjoying every moment. After a couple hours of pleasure, I tucked us in and turned out the lights.

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Chrissie and JuLee Ch. 02

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If you read Chrissie and JuLee chapter one you know that our first encounter was a result of Chrissies break up with her Fiancee. She has since married and is very happy.

It was early summer of 05 Chrissie and I both had been very busy and had not seen each other for several months.

She called me on a Friday evening and asked if I would like to go shopping on Saturday.

Not being one to ever refuse a shopping spree I immediately agreed and Chrissie said she would pick me up the following morning.

Saturday morning Chrissie arrived to pick me up and as usual my husband was working in the garage and he told her I was upstairs dressing. She announced herself and came up to my room.

I could not believe my eyes, she was stunning, perfect hair, makeup and clothes.

She was dressed in very tight and very short yellow shorts which emphasized her beautiful ass and a halter top that allowed no doubt as to the beauty of her breasts.

“What do you think?” she said.

I was almost speechless but replied, “you look good enough to eat.”

“So do you,” she said.

I, not wanting to be outdone also put on short shorts and a halter top and we left for the mall. “I’ll drive,” she said, and off we went.

The mall is about 30 minutes from my home and my first question was “What happened to you?”

She answered, “great marriage, great sex and a great life.”

“Thank you God,” I said to myself.

I placed my left hand on her upper thigh and asked “How did you get such a great tan?”

“I have been going to a tanning salon twice a week,” she said as she squirmed in her seat.

Chrissie reached down and unbuttoned her shorts and said “check this out,” she then took my hand and slid it inside her shorts.

“Your’e bald!” I said as I started to pull my hand back.

She held my arm and said “don’t, because my pussy is not only bald and wet but I’m also very horny.”

“Why so horny?” I asked.

“Ken is on a fishing trip at Tahoe, and I antalya escort have gone four days without fucking,” she answered.

“You’re in this condition after only four days?” I asked.

“It’s your fault, you’ve turned me into a bi-sexual nymphomaniac and I love it,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” I said as she pushed my hand further inside her shorts.

“Dont be sorry, just fuck me,” she said.

I slid my middle finger between the swollen lips of her pussy which were dripping wet and she moaned loudly.

“Don’t crash the car!” I said as she threw her head back in orgasm.

“I won’t,” she said regaining control of herself.

“Lets shop and get home so I can fuck you,” Chrissie said as she buttoned her shorts.

We arrived at the mall and attracted quite a bit of attention from male and female shoppers as you seldom see tall Asian women dressed in short shorts and halter tops publically.

First stop was Macy*s where we bought some items and then to Victorias Secret (naturally) where we spent about $300.00 between us.

We agreed to try everything on when we got home.

We had a quick lunch at the mall and decided to drive home without any more shopping as we both had other interests.

The drive home was fast since we both were eagerly anticipating our private fashion show and other activities.

The entire trip we talked about sex and more sex which caused both our pussies to become soaking wet.

We arrived at my home and as usual Dave (my husband) was on his Saturday pilgrammage to Home Depot. We immediately went upstairs and unpacked our purchases and started undressing.

Chrissie hands were shaking and she was having a problem unbuttoning her shorts.

I unbuttoned them for her and slid them down her very beautiful legs exposing a completely shaven pussy, which as I said before “Looked good enough to eat.”

I knelt down and began licking her thighs and stabbing at her clit with my tongue.

She antalya escort bayan parted her legs enough to allow my face between them and I mouthed her pussy as she moaned loudly.

Chrissie pulled me up and said “Lets finish undressing so we can do this right,” as she pulled my top over my head.

We stood face to face naked as we kissed and fondled each others bodies.

Still kissing we lay on the bed in a strong embrace, it was as though we were one person.

I rolled over on my back as Chrissie licked and sucked my nipples which were by now rock hard.

She very slowly began moving down my body with her tongue and hands finally arriving at my mound.

She parted my lips with her tongue as she slid a finger into my cunt.

“Fuck me, please fuck me,” I shouted as her tongue entered me and lapped at my juices.

I raised my hips to allow her tongue deeper into me as I became lost in passion.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to mine and we kissed deeply exploring with our tongues.

I could taste my juices in her mouth which made me even hotter and all I wanted was her tongue back in my pussy.

Chrissie was on top of me as we kissed.

She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear “Someone is coming up the stairs!”

“Fuck it!” I said as I rolled her over on her back and rotated my body so my mouth was on her pussy.

I began sucking and licking that glorious pussy as she writhed on the bed.

My legs, ass and pussy were on and around her face as she licked and sucked me. She ran her tongue from my asshole to my cunt as she sucked me dry with her mouth.

Chrissie parted my legs saying “I can’t breathe!” so I moved a little allowing her some air.

At the same time I glanced up and to the right and saw Dave watching us from the doorway.

“Why don’t you join us?” I said, noticing the front of Daves pants stuck straight out from a huge hardon.

Dave answered, “Thats ok, escort antalya you guys seem to be doing fine without me.” He then turned and left.

Chrissie bolted up and said “Oh shit,” he saw us, “Now what?”

I answered, “Don’t worry about it, he knows about us and it’s no problem for him.”

We immediately resumed our lovemaking and after about two minutes Chrissie had lost all her inhibitions.

My face was again between Chrissies legs as I savored the taste of her cum as she did mine.

“Ah, Ah, oh God, suck me, lick me,” Chrissie said as she held my head tightly between her thighs.

I then sat up and put my pussy on her mouth as she probed her tongue into my cunt.

“Oh, oh, I love your tongue, deeper, deeper, fuck me,” I yelled.

I must have cum three or four times before I collapsed on the bed exhausted.

Chrissie and I laid on the bed kissing as I slid a finger into her wet cunt withdrawing a large amount of her juice and offered it to her mouth which she eagerly lapped up.

She reciprocated by doing the same for me.

“Do you think Dave is pissed at us?” Chrissie asked.

“No,” I said, “this won’t bother him at all.”

“Why would’nt he join us?” she asked

“This was the first time he saw us and was probably embarrassed being caught watching us,” I said.

“I wish he had”, she said, “I have never been in a threesome, but would sure like to.”

“They’re wonderful,” I said, as I rubbed the cum from her pussy on her nipples and then licked it off.

“Do you think we can ever have a three or a foursome?” Chrissie asked.

“Nothing is impossible,” I replied. “Where did you get that idea?”

“Ken has often said how he would like to fuck you so I could watch, and I think it would be great,” Chrissie answered.

“Funny thing,” Dave has also said how he would “love getting in your pants,” I said.

“Sounds like a plan,” Chrissie said, “lets work on it.”

We got up and took a long shower together kissing and washing each others bodies. We stopped long enough to wash each others pussies with our tongues draining the last few drops of cum from them.

We never did try on our purchases that day, nor has the threesome or foursome happened yet, but when it does Lit readers will be first to know.

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Taking the Blame for Kacey’s Error

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I had a girlfriend who liked to be spanked. I don’t remember how it got started but I wanted to write a story where spanking was introduced.

Episode 70: Taking the Blame for Kacey’s Mistake (part 1)

We see an attractive, young woman in an office type at a keyboard. There’s only one desk in the room but there’s room for a table and some chairs on the other side of the desk between the desk and the door. She’s 21 or 22, new out of college. She’s wearing a very high-waisted, tight skirt that is mid-thigh. Her top is a pullover with an elastic bottom that meets the top of the skirt.

Another attractive woman, around 30, enters. This one is dressed conservatively — a business skirt that comes down just above the knees and a plain blouse. She looks very frantic. “Kacey, what’s going on? I’ve had a dozen calls in the last five minutes about our trading app being down.”

Kacey is beaming, she’s so happy with herself. “Oh, I already took care of that! A job I was monitoring was stalled, so I restarted the server, and that solved the problem.”

Tiffany has kind of a sick look to her. “You brought down the production server?”

“It wasn’t even down five minutes. No problem.”

Tiffany leans against a chair and then sits down. She looks seriously at Kacey and speaks quietly and deliberately. “Kacey, when you brought down the server, you didn’t just reset that one job. You reset every app that runs on it.” Now Kacey’s looking worried. “That includes our international trading app.” She pauses to think “We’ve got 2000 registered users, and this is the peak time of the day, so there might’ve been 500 traders using it. An average trade makes $1000, so you may have just cost us … $500,000.”

They both sit there stunned. Kacey asks meekly “what happens next? Am I in a lot of trouble?”

“Shit, yes, you’re in a lot of trouble!”

“Am I going to lose my job.”

Tiffany’s thinking. “I don’t know yet. You’re a good programmer and a hard worker. I’d hate to lose you. It’s really just bad luck that your first mistake affected our most important app. I don’t feel that you should lose your job on your first mistake, but I know the partners will be pissed when they find out what happened.”

They sit in silence for a moment. “What can I do?”

“I’m thinking. If I had made the error, I have enough rep with the company that I could probably get through this. I don’t know. Let me make a call.” She calls on her phone. “Emily, this is Tiffany. “I’m working with Kacey on the server problem. We had some processes that were bilecik escort bogging down the server, and we had to reboot it. I had a message drafted to the users that we were bringing it down for ten minutes, but I didn’t notice that the message had an address error and wasn’t delivered before we rebooted.” She pauses. “Yes, I know.” Another pause. “Yes, I’ll make sure it’s written up, and we’ll have a report submitted by the end of the week. Yes, me too. We’re very sorry for this error.”

She hangs up and looks at Kacey. “You heard our promise. I want you to send me a note about the job you were running and get the logs and include something about the other jobs that were using the most resources at the time. We’ll report that they were all delayed and that we had to reboot.”

“Do I get to keep my job?”

“Yeah, I think so. I mostly took the blame for it, but everyone considers me the IT Goddess, so I can get by one time. My reputation will get bruised, but they won’t replace me.”

“Tiffany, I’m so grateful for this!”

“Save your gratitude. I’ve got to figure out some way to punish you. You can’t cause this much damage without any punishment, but it’s going to have to be private between us because no one knows you’re to blame. I’d have you make donations to a nonprofit except I know that you’re already over your head in debt from the school loan. What I’m leaning to is having you spend 50 Saturdays doing volunteer work.” She pauses. “Let’s both think about it. Let’s get together after work, and we’ll brainstorm.”

“I live lots closer to work than you do, so why don’t you come over to my place and I’ll heat up some dinner for us, too.”

“I’ll be there.” Tiffany leaves the room.

The scene changes, and the two women are finishing dinner — something like frozen lasagna that was heated up and a salad, and a mostly empty bottle of wine. They both have some wine in their glass and they’re laughing about some joke. Tiffany is talking. “That was maybe the stupidest error I’ve ever seen, but at least it was mostly harmless.”

“Mostly,” Kacey repeats, and they both laugh again.

Tiffany’s expression becomes serious. “But now we’ve got to talk about your mistake. You heard my suggestion about the community service. What do you think about that?”

“That’s a really hard one for me because I like to visit my family on weekends. I thought of a lot of ideas. I’ve got one, but I don’t know how you’ll take it.”

“Sure, what is it?”

Kacey leans forward and her voice escort bilecik is soft and conspiratorial. “Spank me.”

If Tiffany expected any suggestion, this wasn’t it. “What?!”

Kacey’s voice gets a little firmer — at least Tiffany didn’t say “no” right off. I said to spank me. No one else would ever know, and it’s going to be painful for me. 50 times.”

Tiffany doesn’t know what to say. She just sits there and considers it.

Kacey continues “It would be a memorable punishment for me, and you might feel some satisfaction from it, too.”

Tiffany has a long pause while she considers it. “I don’t know. It seems weird. Maybe because I’ve never spanked anyone before.” Tiffany slowly nods her head. “I guess I can see this.” She nods again. “Well, okay, then, let’s do it. Where?”

Kacey shrugs. “Here’s good enough.”

Tiffany nods. She moves her chair away from the table and sits in it. Tiffany repeats “I’ve never spanked anyone, but I remember being spanked by my mother over her lap.”

Kacey nods. “We can do it that way.” She unzips her skirt. Her thong leaves her ass exposed. She takes a deep breath and then lies across Tiffany’s lap.

“Are you ready?”

“Almost.”

“Then get ready.” We see Kacey clench up, and Tiffany starts spanking her, calling out the number after each swat. After about four or five, Kacey is really squirming.

After number ten, Kacey can’t take it any longer. She screams out and orders Tiffany “Shit, I can’t stand it. I’m so horny. You’ve got fuck me. Rub me, put your fingers in me. Just fuck me! I can’t go on until you finger me!”

Tiffany’s very confused. She stops spanking, and Kacey is still begging her to finger her. Kacey’s hands are trying to push down her thong, and she has her legs spread.

Tiffany pulls the thong down to Kacey’s knees. She gingerly touches Kacey’s pussy. “Is this what you want?” She asks.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” And Kacey starts giving her instructions on where to rub, how fast, and when to stick her fingers in her — she keeps giving orders until she has an orgasm. Then she calms down. Tiffany looks at her own fingers and wipes them off on her blouse. Kacey has calmed down.

“What was that about?”

“I’m so sorry; I really didn’t expect that to happen. When I have sex with my boyfriends, I usually let them start by spanking me,. But I never thought I’d get turned on by a woman spanking me. When I was thinking of ideas, I just thought that I’m used to being spanked so it wouldn’t be such a bad punishment. bilecik escort bayan I didn’t think I’d get out of control.”

“What should we do. Are we going to finish the spanking or find another idea.”

“Let’s finish. Please, I don’t want to lose all my Saturdays.”

“Okay, get ready.” Tiffany starts spanking and counting again. Kacey is squirming again by number 15. She can’t continue by number 20 as is pleading with Tiffany to finger her again. Tiffany complies, and Kacey is giving her instructions again. After another orgasm, Tiffany says “I’m ready to go on. I’ll try not to interrupt you again.”

But now it’s Tiffany who’s squirming. “I can’t keep doing this. I feel like I’m watching a porn movie, and watching other women cum always gets me horny. Can I use your bathroom?”

“I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll give you oral sex and call it even.”

Tiffany’s surprised again. “Are you serious! I’ve never done it with a woman, have you?”

“No, I always let my boyfriends give me oral sex, and I know what I like, so I’m sure I can do it for you.”

“Okay, I’m game. Let’s try. I’m so wet that it’s easy to convince me.” Kacey gets off her lap. Tiffany takes off her skirt and her bikini panties. She sits back in the chair with her legs apart.

Kacey kneels down. “Let me know if there’s anything specific you want me to do.” Then she starts licking Tiffany. Tiffany leans back and closes her eyes and relaxes and moans. She unbuttons her blouse and unsnaps her bra so she can fondle her own breasts while she gets licked. After she cums, Kacey stands up and watches Tiffany get her breath. She asks Tiffany “how was it?”

“I feel so satisfied. You were wonderful. Thank you.”

Both women begin dressing. Kacey says “Well, now we can get back to normal.”

Tiffany shakes her head. “What do you mean, that was just one spanking. We agreed on 50.”

“But you gave me 20 spankings and then I traded the rest for the oral sex.”

“No, this is one spanking. You traded the rest tonight’s swats for the sex. I wasn’t going to write off $500,000 on just 50 swats.”

“Oh.”

“But we’ve got another problem. I don’t think you’ feel very punished. I think you liked this too much. I’ve got to go on home to think this over, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“Um, okay.” They finish dressing. “I just want you to know that whatever you decide, you’re right, this was a lot of fun for me. Maybe it’s because it’s a woman spanking me and fingering me, but this felt a lot more erotic and exciting than I’ve ever felt with any boyfriends.”

“Um, I liked it a lot, too. Spanking you turned me on, and your tongue feels so amazing. I’ve got lots to think about tonight.”

Kacey opens the door for Tiffany. “Good night, and drive home safety.”

“Good night.” Tiffany leaves, and the scene ends.

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Awakenings: Melinda

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(Edited by younghrtd2. Thank you for all your hard work!)

Chapter I

DAY 1

ÉMILIE ÉRABLE

It was a chilly fall night; the sky was clear, and a chilly wind blew through the streets and alleys. It wasn’t yet late enough for ice or snow, but the wind still had a bite in it. In a nondescript town, somewhere far away, a lone person was walking down the minor roads and back alleys. Émilie. Émilie Érable. A 25-year-old woman.

She was dressed in a black skirt, black tights, white heels, a pastel-pink shirt with a white frilly hem, and a pink woven jacket over all. She had long blonde hair with the tips dyed pink. She had a pink, woolly cap on, pulled tight and low, almost to her eyes. And from the other direction, her mask was high up, almost touching her eyes. She had large round eyeglasses on. The overall result was that only her eyes were barely exposed to the cold.

She had pink woven mittens on, and she had tucked her hands in them in the jacket’s pockets. Her grayish, greenish eyes were swollen and red. She had been crying; and in fact, she was still sobbing as she walked.

In her pocket, her phone went off every which way to Sunday. It buzzed, it beeped. Messages on different platforms, phone calls, video calls, you name it. She ignored it all.

There was no way she could look at the phone and now and not fall apart and cry again. She wished fervently that none of the messages was from the person she had just left: Nina Evans. Ninny. Nin.

Émilie’s crush for a long time, her girlfriend for a short amount of time; and now, as of half an hour ago, her ex.

Émilie had gone to visit her on her way home, but when she arrived, there was an unknown car parked in front of her house. Émilie didn’t really pay attention to it, thinking it might be her brother or parents visiting.

She went in and was just about to yell for Nina when she heard noises. Noises that should not come from a house where a girl in a relationship lived (and while her SO wasn’t there!)

Émilie felt a lump in her throat. She knew already what that meant, but from some morbid desire, she wanted to know for sure.

She opened the inner front door leading to the living room just a bit, and peeked inside. And she saw something that she would never forget, but what she would wish with all her heart wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

A guy was nailing her girlfriend on her couch! She had her ankles on the guy’s shoulders, and they were going at it without a care in the world.

Without really knowing why, Émilie took her ring off her finger and placed it on her palm. She looked at it and felt her eyes burn and her chest tighten. There was a massive pressure inside her chest and her eyes burned and begged for the releasing tears. Émilie refused the tears and bit her lip to stop them from coming. She slammed the door open and yelled at the copulating couple.

“Was this what you wanted all the time, Nin?” Émilie screamed. “Was I not enough? Was everything you told me a lie? Men are slimy? You are not attracted to men at all? You’d never let… never let any man touch you, there? Like he’s currently doing?” she yelled, and anger burned in her eyes.

“Em…” Nina said, and rose up.

The guy was awkwardly left standing beside the couch with a huge boner and a frustrated expression on his face.

Émilie swallowed hard as Nina walked towards her.

She was naked; her breasts swayed as she walked. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun on top of her head. Locks of slight curls had escaped and flowed onto her face. Her cheeks were red, and she was breathing heavily. Her blue eyes were sad. Her hands twitched and tried to find a hem to fiddle with but found nothing.

Émilie closed her eyes and tried not to think about the glistening wetness that dribbled down her inner thighs.

“Was everything a lie, Ninny?” she yelled, and opened her eyes. She looked straight into Nina’s eyes and found her answer there.

Nina didn’t answer her.

Émilie’s lip quivered. She opened her hand and looked at the ring. “Forever Yours,” it said.

Émilie looked straight into Nina’s eyes and threw the ring at her feet. “We’re done, Nina,” she said, and turned around.

“Em… Let me explain…” Nina said, and reached for Émilie.

She turned around and looked at Nina. Émilie couldn’t hold it anymore and her eyes were red and tears were running down her cheeks.

“Explain?!” she yelled. “How do you explain a dick inside you? How do you explain laying on your sofa with your ankles on a guy’s shoulders while he’s balls deep in you, fucking you like a stupid, angry bear? How do you explain that to your girlfriend, Nina, how? How do you explain having sworn never to touch a man? How do you explain saying you’re a lesbian that has no desire to even look at a man, let alone touch one? How do you explain that, Nina? How do you explain it while you’re so wet you leave damp spots on your living room floor because he was fucking you?”

Nina opened balıkesir escort her mouth to say something, but Émilie shook her head and closed her eyes. She wiped the tears off her cheeks and pointed down to the ring.

“You can have that back. ‘Forever’ lasted slightly less than you promised, I don’t need it anymore. Don’t call me, Nin. Don’t talk to me. I never want to see your face ever again!” she yelled, turned around, walked out, and slammed the doors shut behind her.

So there she was, walking down the back alleys alone, her phone going crazy in her pocket. Tears falling from her eyes in a sad downpour, she pulled the phone out. 74 new messages. Twelve missed calls. Seven missed video calls. 45 discord notifications. And 237 more notifications. All except one from Nina.

Émilie closed her eyes, cleared the notifications and set the phone on silent. She opened it and looked at the one message which was not from Nina, a message from a friend she hadn’t seen in a while: Melinda.

Émilie and Melinda were good friends. Not like BFFs that spent every waking moment together, but friends that met a few times a week and hung out regularly.

Émilie opened the message.

(Melinda) I’m so sorry. I heard about Nina. Call me if you want. I’ll listen.

How’d she heard about it already? And.. never mind.

Émilie couldn’t handle that right now and threw the phone back into her pocket and continued to wander around. She reached a small park and found a bench. Sitting down on it, all walls and facades broke down and the waterworks broke out in full force. Émilie buried her face in her hands and cried and screamed with everything she had.

After a while, the tears ended, but the sadness didn’t. Her eyes just burned and begged for more tears, but they wouldn’t come. She screamed silently to the sky. Out of breath, panting and tired, she flopped down onto the bench and closed her eyes.

It would be just as well if I died right here, right now, she thought. Everything she believed in, everything she held dear was pulled away from her, taken in a cruel way. She felt useless, broken, insufficient. Was I not enough? Did even Nina want a man after all? Did everyone else? Were lesbians a lie and I the only one?

She pulled out her phone and looked at it. About 400 more notifications. Screw it, screw it all. She unlocked her phone and went through all the social media apps she had, plus the phone, and blocked Nina on all of them, then deleted her contact details from her phone and set a few of her accounts to ‘private.’

As she was putting it back into her pocket, it made a buzz. A new message from Melinda.

MELINDA WILLIAMS

(Melinda) Emi? Where are you? I know you’re hurting. Please talk to me.

Émilie looked at it and shrugged. It couldn’t make things worse, at least. She took a deep breath and opened the messages app and typed down a few letters.

(Émilie) Mel.

(Melinda) Emi! Wonderful that you replied! I was really afraid you’d do something stupid.

(Émilie) Me? Stupid? Never.

(Melinda) Ha ha. Emi. You’re a pro at stupid.

(Émilie) Eat a sock. How d’you learn about… about that?

(Melinda) My brother is friends with… him. The guy. He posted about it on Instagram.

(Melinda) Also, Twiggy saw you power walking and crying your eyes out and you were coming from her place. We messaged and put 1+1 together.

(Émilie) Hold up, he posted about it… while… you know.

(Melinda) The guy’s not a first prize, Emi. I don’t know how… You know what, never mind. Emi, where are you? We’re getting special cocoa right now.

(Émilie) I don’t know. Somewhere on the 5th. I walked without looking. In the park. Near the river.

(Melinda) I know the place. Don’t move.

(Émilie) ok.

Émilie put the phone back in her pocket and leaned back and lay on the bench. She drew a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her breathing was still shaky, and she shivered involuntarily now and then, and her lower lip quivered. Her eyes welled up and tears pushed through the facade once more.

“Nina…” she sobbed. “I thought we had something together. I really thought we were great together… I liked you a lot, Nina…” she sobbed into her hands. She drew a long stuttering breath and wiped her tears. “Was it something I did?” She asked the world at large. “Was it just you and… something? Did you want a dick inside you that badly? Was it all a lie when you said that I and toys would be enough?” she said and pulled her hair.

It took Melinda about fifteen minutes to arrive. She left her car a few blocks away and walked. She was dressed in warm black pants, a pair of long dark brown boots, a black, thick woolen jacket, and a bright yellow beanie. Her bright red hair flowed from underneath the beanie and her green eyes glinted in the fading light. She carried a bundle of knitting in her hands.

“Emi!” She yelled and waved at Émilie. “I’m here! See, here, I brought balıkesir escort bayan you this to warm you up, I knew you’d be here freezing to death!” She yelled.

She walked to the bench and draped the knitting over Émilie’s shoulders and wrapped her in it. She knelt in front of her and wiped the tears off her face.

“Feel any better?” Melinda asked.

Émilie nodded slightly and sniffled.

“You look awful, Émilie,” Melinda said and smiled gently at her. “Do you wanna talk about it?” she asked.

Émilie appeared to think about it for a second, then shook her head.

Melinda nodded slightly at her and patted her arm. “Don’t worry, you needn’t hurry. Take your time. Tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll listen,” she said.

Émilie nodded at her. “Thanks,” she said weakly and flashed a small smile at her.

Melinda looked at her and blushed a little. She turned her gaze away and stood up.

“Can you walk?” she asked. “I’ll buy you a hot cocoa from the goth cafe downtown,” she said.

“Velvet and Razorblades?” Émilie asked quietly.

“Yeah!” Melinda said. “That’s the name of the place. They have amazing hot cocoas there. And you need one now,” she said. Melinda offered a hand to Émilie. “Get your French ass up, and let’s go! My car’s just there,” she said, and pointed toward the way she came from.

Hesitating, Émilie grabbed Melinda’s hand.

Melinda smiled at her and pulled her up. She grabbed Émilie with both of her hands, pulled her to stand, wrapped her hand around her shoulders, and carefully started to lead her toward her car.

COCOA

Melinda took Émilie to her car and practically pushed her inside.

Émilie was sitting on the right front seat, looking more depressed than Eeyore.

Melinda looked at her, closed her eyes momentarily and shook her head. Her lips turned upwards, and she sighed. Shrugging, she hopped into the driver’s seat and started the car. She glanced toward Émilie.

“You okay there now, Emi?” she asked softly.

Émilie nodded at her and gave her a sad, brief smile.

Melinda smiled at her and started driving. She occasionally glanced at Émilie, who was passively just looking out the window, her shoulders slumped and her hands hidden under the shawl or whatever that Melinda brought her. Melinda turned on the radio, but as soon as she recognized ‘Never, Ever’ by Hammerfall, she quickly turned it off. “Sorry,” she said.

Émilie looked at her and a single tear fell from her eye as she sniffled.

“Am I broken?” she said in a very quiet voice, almost whispering. Her voice quivered, and she sniffled afterward.

“No, you’re not broken, Emi!” Melinda said. “You’re an awesome person, and there’s nothing wrong with you! I don’t know all the details, but what N—What she did to you was wrong! And it’s not your fault, Emi,” she said.

She slowed down, then stopped the car and looked at Émilie. “Look at me, Emi. It was not your fault. Not. You did nothing wrong,” she said.

Émilie sniffled and nodded at her.

“Thanks,” she whispered. “It’s just… I thought we were good… I thought she actually was like… like me,” she continued, and her lower lip quivered again as she closed her eyes. “Not that there’s anything wrong with being bi,” she added. “But the way she swore all those things to me…”

“Shh, Emi. It’s gonna be alright. It hurts like hell now, I know, but it’ll get better. Look, we’re here,” she said and pointed outside to a small cozy cafe on the other side of the street.

She parked the car, went to the other side, and opened the door to Émilie, who let Melinda lead her out of the car and across the street.

They entered the cafe, and Melinda led Émilie to a table and sat her down. She fussed over her like a mother over her child. She made sure Émilie was comfortable, then walked toward the counter.

She stopped and turned to look at Émilie. “It’s normally a mint choice, but for these times it’s dark chocolate with orange flavor, right, Emi?” Melinda said.

Émilie looked at her, smiled weakly, and nodded.

“Yeah…” she said, then raised an eyebrow. “You remembered?” she asked.

Melinda put her hands on her waist and smiled widely at her.

“Of course. You’re my important friend, Emi,” she said and grinned at her. “I could never forget something like that. Just a bit, one dark choco plus orange special coming up!” she said, turned around, and walked to the counter.

Émilie looked after her and her lips turned slightly upwards. With friends like Melinda, the world wasn’t that bad of a place, after all. She’d live through this. She wouldn’t give Evans the satisfaction of having broken her.

A couple of minutes later, Melinda arrived with the cocoas. She put Émilie’s cup in front of her and sat opposite of her. Melinda smelled her cocoa with a contented smile on her face. The vanilla fragrance was clearly detectable, but not overpowering.

Émilie looked at hers and smiled escort balıkesir at the dark and thick liquid. She smelled the oranges there and the slight bitterness of dark chocolate. She took a sip from it, closed her eyes and leaned backwards. It felt a tiny bit thicker than normal, and the aroma was richer, the orange flavor more noticeable. It was so very good, and Émilie’s lips turned upwards on their own.

“This is different,” she whispered, still with closed eyes. “It’s somehow richer and… more flavored,” she added.

Melinda smiled at her widely. “That’s because I asked for the special edition,” she said.

“Special Edition?” Émilie said, opening her eyes a little and raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” she said and nodded toward the counter. “She added a couple of pieces of real dark chocolate and a drop of orange extract,” she said, and looked at Émilie with a tender expression. “I thought you’d want to have an extra special drink today,” she said.

Émilie nodded at her and a small smile creeped onto her lips.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

Melinda smiled at her and just nodded slightly. She didn’t want to bother Émilie too much.

They drank their cocoas in relative silence, and then talked about anything and nothing; just had the kind of small talk friends have when they don’t want to discuss something heavy.

It was almost evening when they exited the cafe. They walked to Melinda’s car in silence.

At the car, Melinda looked at Émilie and tilted her head slightly. “Will you be okay, Emi?” she asked.

Émilie looked at her hesitantly and flashed a little awkward smile. “I’ll be… okay, Mel. Thanks,” she said. She sat down in the front seat and Melinda looked at her doubtfully.

She shook her head. “Emi…” she said, “why don’t you come spend the night at my place? I don’t want you to be alone today.”

Émilie looked at her. “Really…?” she said. “You’d be okay with me there? I mean, I’d like it, I don’t wanna be alone either, but… is that really okay?” she asked nervously.

Melinda smiled at her. “Of course, Emi!” she said. “You’ll always be welcome in my home. You’re my dear friend, Emi. Why wouldn’t it be okay?” she said.

Émilie shrugged slightly. “I mean, just like that, with little warning? What about your boyfriend or…?” she said.

Melinda smiled gently at her. “I’m single, Emi. There are no boyfriends,” she said.

Émilie glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. “I thought… never mind, my bad. In that case, I’ll gladly accept your invitation,” she said.

MELINDA’S

They drove to Melinda’s place in relative silence, exchanged maybe a couple of words, if anything. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but a silence that sprouted from the lack of need for any talking. They just watched the scenery and the road.

Melinda parked the car and got out.

Émilie followed her to her apartment like a silent ghost tethered to the living world. The door had a nice little sign on it that said ‘Melinda Williams’ in pretty cursive.

They got inside.

Émilie looked around her with her eyes wide open. The apartment looked nice; the walls were white, the furniture shades of yellow and brown. There was a big living room, a separate guest room, bedroom and a decently sized kitchen. Plus a large bathroom.

“Mel…,” Émilie said. “When did you move? This is much nicer and larger than your last place.”

“Oh,” Melinda said, “did I forget to mention that to you? Well, we haven’t seen each other in a couple of weeks or so. I moved just last week, got a last-minute, magnificent offer for this place, and decided to move on the spot.”

“It’s really nice, Mel,” Émilie said. “I bet the rent is high though. How can you afford it?”

“Eh, that’s the secret here. The rent is only a very tiny bit higher than my last place,” Melinda said. “There’s something about the apartment that made it difficult to market, so the owner offered me a deal on it. Yeah, I know! It sounds fishy, but he actually listed all the troublesome parts, and most of them matter little to me. Like, see my bathroom door? It’s so tiny; it’s so narrow! You can’t fit a washing machine into the bathroom, so that’s one point,” she said, and walked to the kitchen.

“And look here. There’s no place for an oven, and the cupboards are rather short. And then there were a couple of things with the heating and AC, but those didn’t sound bad,” she said. “And there’s the fact that this is quite far from the Uni, which is their prime source of renters. Doesn’t matter to me, though, as I don’t need to go there physically, except very rarely.”

“You were lucky…” Émilie said. “Unlike me…” she said, and her lip quivered again.

“Emi…” Melinda said, and put her hands on Émilie’s shoulders. She pulled her close and hugged her. “If it helps you, let it out. Nobody will judge you here,” she said.

She felt Émilie shudder, then shiver. She heard little sobs and patted her back gently. “Cry, Emi. Cry if it helps. It’s okay to cry,” she whispered gently into her ear and held her close.

Émilie sobbed and then cried against Melinda’s shoulder. She cried so much her knees buckled and Melinda had to support her weight.

She led them to the living room, sat down and placed Émilie’s head on her lap and caressed her hair while she wept.

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Complex Relationship Ch. 01.3

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Note: This story will follow several characters for a while but gradually phase out to follow one story from the male’s point of view. At first these stories are not going to be filled with sex. This first chapter is more about establishing my main four characters over the course of the same day. Later chapters will get more sexually intensive, with the back-story of the four characters I establish here weaving in there as well.

Also thanks luvtaread for the editing.

Chapter 1, Part 3: Mel

Mel was furious and as she felt Katy huddle against her for comfort she did her best to reassure her frightened lover. It was rather ironic, if someone had told her at the beginning of this trip she of all people would have defended a man over a woman in a situation she would have said they were crazy, yet that was the case.

She was furious at the tall brunette woman she had come to trust as a friend, for helping cast adrift a man she had very begrudgingly come to respect. She usually hated men on principal, but for some reason this one was quite different. Now he had been left knocked out in a small lifeboat as a storm began to hit, by the traitor. Mel looked down and saw Katy praying. She smiled and in trying to think of a way out of this dwelled on just how she had arrived here…

Melissa Murphy, or Mel as she insisted people call her, had had a similar trip to Katy’s. This was mostly due to the fact that like her friend she was on this trip to take part in the wedding. The similarities between the two of them stopped there. While Katy had been raised as daddy’s little sheltered princess, Mel had received a much more difficult upbringing. Mel’s family had been poor and virtually everything she now owned was acquired through her own hard work.

Mel’s difficulties truly started before she was born when her irresponsible father forgot a condom one night and Mel was the result. Since her mother was from a very traditional Irish Catholic family, Mel’s parents were forced to keep her and marry. To say her father disliked this mandate was an understatement, he was furious about it and often took it out on Mel’s mom, and eventually Mel. She stood the abuse to herself and her mom only long enough to find a way out and to stand up to him.

At the age of thirteen when her peers were looking forward to high school, Mel was finding a way to keep herself and her mom away from her abusive dad. Lucky for her one of her neighbors put her in touch with a local businesswoman looking for reliable part-time help.

Mel proved much more than reliable help and after showing herself quite capable in the business became a young protégé to the woman. Under the teachings of her new mentor Mel learned the ropes of business that would later become her passion. Best of all, the woman also took Mel and her mother under her protection and helped them get on their feet after leaving her father.

Mel continued to work under her mentor until she graduated high school and enrolled in Harvard Business School, with a strong recommendation from her mentor, who was an alum. It was at Harvard she met a bubbly little blonde named Katy and despite their very different backgrounds the two became friends after being paired up for a class project.

However, it was Mel’s rescue of her drunk friend from gang rape at a rather rowdy party one night that solidified there friendship. The save had permanently solidified Katy’s loyalty to the strong red-head. The friendship grew and as it did, both girls luck with the opposite sex got worse. Mel had little respect for men after what her father had done, and found many of them were too intimated by her ambition.

Katy had plenty of luck attracting willing partners, but was far too trusting and found her heart broken often and each time she turned to Mel for comfort. Not only that, but her father’s high standards made it nearly impossible to find a man he would approve of. Eventually the two grew closer together through their troubles and their friendship turned into love. A love they eventually were able to express physically as well as emotionally.

Her new love with Katy presented its own issues though, primarily Katy’s father. Both women knew there was no way he would let them have their relationship. Lucky for them Mel had setup a business of her own to help support herself and her mom while she went to school. Knowing that many would not accept her as the head of the business she had paid a man to be her front man.

Using her reputation and the front man she and Katy were able to convince Mr. Hemmings that the Mel Murphy his daughter was marrying was a male Harvard MBA graduate with an already booming small business to HIS credit. So she, Katy, her front man, and her hired date had boarded the cruise that was supposed to be Katy’s wedding cruise, which it would be, only Katy was marrying a 5’6″ red-head named Melissa.

All had gone according to plan as Mel arranged for her date, Ralph, to meet up with Katy, to aydın escort give the blonde a bit of hetero release before their day the next evening. She did not see much threat in the man, and part of the reason he had been hired was for this purpose.

Worst case she figured the man would fuck her and pass out leaving Katy in peace the rest of the night. Unlike Mel, Katy liked to have an occasional fling with a man or two and Mel figured it was best to let her release her heterosexual yearnings tonight before their private time in the suite tomorrow night. So she left her friend to go ashore and see some of the sites.

Unlike most of the wedding party she was little interested in the beaches and more enthralled with the historic sites on the island. While business was her passion, history was her guilty pleasure. She loved to visit obscure historical sights no matter how trivial. She and her trusty camera went to as many as she could get to. This island turned out to be a virtual smorgasbord of obscure buildings and sights.

As she made her way around the island she noticed that there were a few nuts like her. In particular were a young woman, a man that seemed to be her possessive dad, and a tall young man. Mel observed these three as she moved through the various sights, but it was not until the final building, a magnificent church with rather impressive glass work for a small island, that she had any real interaction with them.

As she entered the church she reflected on what she had noticed of the three she had been observing. The first was that the girl was very beautiful. She had a flawless and kind face, the highlight of which was her stunning dark blue eyes. Her brown hair reached her shoulder blades and she was simply attired in a tank top and shorts. The tank top was a bit too small in Mel’s opinion, but it showed her breasts and stomach well. Her breasts were about a B cup in Mel’s estimate, and the stomach was flat. Mel could not be sure but judging from the rest of her body she guessed in was not a toned flat, it was more likely the product of a high metabolism.

Mel had spent enough time in gyms, working out being a favorite stress relief for her, to identify the ones who worked for their body and those, like this girl, that did not need to. The shorts echoed her suspicions as the ass and long thin legs, while fabulous in there own right, were definitely free of muscle tone. This girl was something else and in overhearing her speak a few times Mel was reminded of a southern beauty contestant. In fact this girl was the definition of a southern beauty- laid back, soft spoken, and moving gracefully with little effort.

Somewhere along the line she realized that she was not the only one admiring the beauty. She began to realize that the tall young man also had been admiring the southerner from a distance. She could tell he was enthralled with the woman because he had, for the most part, failed to notice that a stunningly beautiful redhead had been following him all day as well. He was interested in the sights alright, judging from the pictures he would take of the buildings and the long looks he took at certain structures, but his gaze never was far from the southern beauty. Mel was not sure whether she found it cute or creepy.

She had also noted the behavior of the old man. His overbearing nature and possessiveness toward his young companion greatly upset Mel. In fact, it looked as if he had been keeping the girl from taking pictures of the sites Mel had seen her admire all day. In her own silent revenge, Mel had helped the girl by using her own camera to capture pictures of the windows and if she could manage it, the girl with them.

As they entered the church Mel saw why the overbearing man had allowed his companion to travel this far away from the beaches where he could ogle the scantily clad young girls. She was sure he was here to ogle, unlike the quiet tall man, the older man had definitely noticed her presence and been ogling her every choice he got, quite openly.

It seemed the man had business here and when she saw with whom, she immediately sprung into action. She tried to do several things at once and ended up walking right into the side of the back pew. This caused her to topple into the pew and land on the bench very unladylike; on her back with arms and legs sprawled. It also caused the camera bag she had had open and slung over here shoulder to hit the floor and scatter its contents.

What had caused the sudden reaction was two things. First was that the man was meeting with Katy’s brother’s friend Dale, and anytime she could avoid contact with those idiots was time well spent in her mind. The other was that the southern girl had taken to the flirtations of Dale’s friends and for some reason she sought to distract the tall man before he spotted this. She was still not sure why, but there was something about him that made her almost feel sorry for him in that moment.

Ironically aydın escort bayan she succeeded in both her goals, or at least it seemed she had, as the men had not noticed her and the young man ahead of her had rushed back to her position to try to help. She was just able to sit up in a better position before he arrived and she quickly refused his offer of help getting up.

As the expected laughter rang out from the front and her cheeks flushed with anger at the frat boys. In her anger, she made it clear she wanted no help. The man helped her anyway silently gathering her equipment and placing it in the bag as he handed it back he made some comment about the number of memory cards she had in it.

Already having her fill of shallow men she responded with anger. She was pleasantly surprised at his response and realizing her mistake, smiled apologetically. It was then that she saw him get a good look at her, she saw the eyes widen and his attempt at subtlety in checking her out. She thought about chiding him for it, but decided he was harmless and realized that even if he hadn’t seen what was going on up front, he probably heard it and now was likely suffering disappointment because the girl he had been admiring all day was now basking in the attention of Dale’s asshole friends.

She did not often feel pity for the opposite sex, but she felt a bit for him now and decided not to add to the bruised ego he had just suffered by barking at him for trying to be nice and one innocent quick glance at a pretty girl.

Instead she decided to see if her impressions of the man were correct, that he had really come for the history, and not the southern girl. She was encouraged to find that he had been to many of the same spots she had and knew quite a lot about them as well. She had a pleasant time walking and talking with him, both snapping the occasional picture.

He began to inquire into her schooling and when she told him about the MBA she was surprised to see that that got her another glance and a bit more flirtatious activity from him. This was the last thing she had been expecting, it seemed that learning she was accomplished intellectually increased his desire for her. Usually when she brought up the MBA to men it had the opposite effect.

This reaction put her in a pickle as she had little interest in a traditional relationship with this man and he seemed to now be viewing her that way. She would not mind him as a friend in small doses, but nothing more than that. She tried to think of a way to let him down carefully, a thought that caused her to marvel a bit, as since when did a man’s feelings matter to her?

‘When they are intelligent, respectful, and open minded like this one,’ she thought to herself. She reached out with her left hand into a stream of light from one of the windows to point out a feature at the front of the church.

As she did, the need to let him down carefully, faded, as his flirtatious manner stopped abruptly and he began suddenly trying to make his way to the exit of the church. Mel was baffled, why the sudden change? She had reached out to show the window up front; was it Dale and his friends? No, couldn’t be they were off to the side she had specifically picked now to mention that spot because they had moved.

As he left her to exit the church she reran the action in her mind, she raised her left hand and… it hit her seeing the light next to her she looked down, the engagement ring, she had worn it to make sure she was not bothered. It was an old trick she had learned in college. The ring would repel those respectful enough not to hit on an engaged woman, and those that ignored it were definitely not her type anyway, so it worked pretty well.

Well it had done its work again she cursed herself for being so careless. Right as he had expressed interest what had she done? Accidentally, but seemingly deliberately, flashed her engagement ring. Sending out an unintentional silent ‘Sorry buddy taken’ and he of course was one of those respectful enough to let it go at that.

She of course was taken and not interested, but both had to do with a pretty blonde named Katy. She ran after him trying to think of a way to make it up to him. She left on the pretext of trying to escape the ruckus that Dale and company were starting to cause up front. She tried to talk to him quickly but he seemed hell bent on leaving and after getting two shots to the ego she really did not blame him.

It was just then that chance favored her, as low and behold who should step out of the church and lean against the wall near the door, but the pretty brunette. She thought about coaxing the girl to take a picture with her new friend, but thought better of the open set up. They had both bruised his ego enough today.

Instead she offered to take his picture with his camera in front of the building, he accepted and Mel made sure that the church was not the only thing in the shot he escort aydın would admire. She made sure that the lovely lady was very visible in the background. Then for fairness she had him take a few of her in front of the church.

As she posed she got another great idea and recruited the idle girl, who she found out later was named Ashley, to take a few pictures of her and her male friend. Ashley agreed and after a few quick pictures the man thanked both women and scurried off as the frat boys began to exit the church.

She cursed their bad timing and let the poor man go. If there had been more time she might have been able to help clear some misconceptions between the two. She had not missed the looks the tall man had gotten from Ashley while Mel had taken his picture. As the boys passed they made a few rude comments about tonight to Ashley. Mel had bent down to fix her camera bag and almost none of them noticed or recognized her. She saw Ashley quietly walk back into the church, and on the pretense of needing more shots inside, Mel followed her in.

Ashley was immediately and rather forcefully shown out by the old man. Mel quickly took a few additional shots in the church before following them out. She made her way down a safe distance behind and as they approached the boat launch to get back to the ship she was pleased to see that Ashley had stopped in the restrooms while he old man got in line. Following Ashley into the ladies room she waited at the mirror for the brunette.

“He liked you you know.” Mel said to Ashley as she walked past.

“Excuse me?” Ashley stopped and asked a little confused, seemingly not sure Mel was talking to her.

“The tall quiet guy, the one I had you take my picture with, he liked you.” Mel said to Ashley repeating her earlier statement. Ashley stepped next to Mel and seemed to ponder this statement for a second.

“Really? I thought he was kind of cute, but why should he notice little ole me?” She said with such an adorable southern twang and perfect pose that Mel looked at her for a beat and felt her panties dampen at the sight.

‘This girl is too good to be true,” Mel thought in the next beat said in an incredulous voice, “Ashley, who wouldn’t notice you? I know several girls that would literally kill for a body like yours, you want names?”

For effect she heard several ‘me too’s’ from other women in the bathroom and saw a few nod in response. Then she said, “But that boy was not just admiring a nice body I think he was in love.”

“What makes you say that?”

“For one thing, not to sound vain, but he hardly glanced at me the whole time and I am not exactly an ugly girl over here. No, he was stuck on you.”

“Really? Wow, I just thought he really liked history and stuff.” Man this girl had self-esteem issues if she could not believe that a man would follow her smoking hot body across an island. No wonder she had fallen for the tricks and flattery of the frat boys.

“Well he was doing that, believe me he knew his stuff I got to chat with him in that church, but make no mistake up until you met with the frat boys he was stuck on you and even after, when you came out of that church it was you, not me that caused him to stay around a bit.” Mel said trying to make a case for the tall man whose name she could not even remember. It was a strange feeling sticking up for a man and Mel was still not sure why she was doing it either.

“Why didn’t he try to talk to me then?” Ashley asked breaking Mel out of her thoughts.

“For one he seems the shy type, plus that old man hanging like on you like a vulture gave him no opportunity, and accepting the flattery of a bunch of mindless frat boys will turn a guy like that off in a second. Guys like him unfortunately lose to idiots like those all the time. I got one question though, if you found him cute why didn’t you express more interest?”

“Well he was with you.”

“Nope, I am not accepting that, try again, if he was with me we would have been chatting the whole way and holding hands and stuff, so what’s the real reason?”

“My step-father says women should not approach a…” It was as Mel figured, but it did not stop her from losing it a bit.

“Well he is wrong, this is the 21st century and you’re a big girl, if you want something, go and get it. You don’t need your daddy’s permission.”

“He’s not my dad, only my step-father.”

“All the more reason to ignore him. Speaking of which,” Mel reached into her camera bag and handed a bewildered Ashley a memory card. Then she said, “I got a few shots of you near your favorite spots and I even got a few shots with you in them. Take this card to the photo hut in the main concourse and have a set of prints made. Charge it to the Hemmings wedding party and select the ones you want then have the rest of the prints and the card sent to my room they should know where I am the room numbers attached to the account.”

“Really? Thanks!” Then after a beat she said, “Wait a minute, Hemmings wedding? I think I will be helping out with the bachelor party for that wedding tonight.”

Mel now had confirmed what Dale had paid the old man for and felt very sorry for the girl as her ‘step-father’ had just hired her out as a whore/stripper for the rowdy party tonight.

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It wasn’t that Mina liked doing homework, but she did like spending time with Kana, her college roommate. Mina had worried about room-mate assignments: it was her first semester, first time away from home, first time she was responsible for absolutely everything. But Kana was great. Even though they were so different: Mina had always been a hard worker, serious and diligent (despite the fact that most schoolwork came easy to her). She was quiet and reserved, almost shy. If she thought about it at all, she might attributed her character to being the only daughter of a somewhat domineering father and younger sister to a favoured son.

Kana however was outgoing and vivacious; within the first two weeks of the semester, she seemed to know everyone, been invited everywhere and become involved in all sorts of extra-curricular activities. While Mina was pretty enough—slender and fit—Kana’s generous smile and generally bouncy personality seemed to imbue her innate good looks with something extra: it may have been sexiness. Kana was very frank too; although she didn’t go out of her way to curse, she wasn’t embarrassed by hearing—or using—four-letter words. And while they’d never discussed it specifically, Mina was pretty sure that Kana was not a virgin, as she was.

But Kana was not a great student. Oh, she was smart enough, but just didn’t think that class-work was the most important part of the college experience. Kana was there to learn about life, and if the courses helped, fine; if they got in the way, they could easily be dispensed with. Mina was happy to help her; with another girl, Mina might have felt as if she were being taken advantage of, but she could tell that for all her general sociability, Kana really liked her. So when they were teamed up on a big project for their Western Civ-101 class, Mina was glad to help.

And Kana certainly needed all the help she could get.

“I just don’t get the point,” she would say. “It all happened so long ago—who cares?”

Mina tried to explain the “point” of history, but didn’t push it. Kana mightn’t have been convinced of the theory, but she was a team-player and willing to do her share of the work; she might have expressed a cavalier attitude to grades and classes, but she was determined to make a success of her college career as well.

When the first term break came up, Mina was a little worried about their project. “Will you be able to work on this when you go home?” she asked Kana.

“Oh, I’m not going home this break,” she said. “My family are out of the country and I couldn’t bear to be home alone for that long weekend. None of my old friends will be around either.”

“You’ll be here alone though, no?”

“Looks like,” Kana said resignedly. “It’s going to be pretty quiet in the dorm, huh? Maybe I actually can get some work done. Or maybe not,” she giggled.

Mina was a little disturbed. Not that Kana wouldn’t be working on the project; that could be overcome. She just hated to see her friend all alone, especially someone as social as Kana. That evening after dinner, Mina phoned her father and asked if she could bring a guest for the weekend. When she explained the situation, her father readily acquiesced.

“We could get some work done if we spent the weekend together,” Mina said as they were getting ready for bed. Kana unhooked her bra and massaged her breasts; she was very comfortable with nudity and though Mina had to hide her discomfort at first, she’d gradually become used to it and even felt free to go without a robe herself, something she hadn’t ever done in the past.

“You’d stay here with me?” Kana asked.

“No, I was thinking you could come home with me. I’ve already asked my father and he agreed. I’d be honoured to have you visit my home.”

“And I’d be honoured to accept,” Kana replied, with a tear forming in her eye. She went to Mina and hugged her. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s done for me in a long time,” she said. “You really are a good friend, Mina.”

Mina returned her hug and felt a strange sensation course through her body as her arms touched Kana’s naked shoulders and back. Since Mina was still in her bra and panties, it didn’t register that the other girl’s breasts were touching hers. A strange sensation, yes, and new; but inexplicably pleasurable.

Trying to minimize the obvious generosity of the gesture, Mina said that she was only concerned about the project, but her broad smile betrayed her attempt to act the grind. Kana certainly wasn’t buying it: she kissed Mina on the lips and smacked her bum playfully. Mina was too young and inexperienced to comprehend the frisson she was feeling.

Over the next few days the girls made preparations for their weekend at Mina’s. Kana demanded to know everything about Mina’s household, about her stern father and obnoxious older brother.

“Oh yeah, Akira acts like the ‘big man on campus’, the big stud. He’s a super-jock, on all the sports teams. And he always has a bimbo hanging off him.”

“I bet he’s ardahan escort got a big cock, huh?” Kana asked.

“Kana!” Mina blurted. “How should I know that?”

“You mean you’ve never seen him naked?” she asked, incredulously.

“Of course not. Nor would I want to,” Mina replied, offended.

“Not even a little curious?” she taunted, enjoying Mina’s discomfort. “I know I’d be checking him out.”

“Well you may if you get the opportunity. But he’s my brother.” And then she added, somewhat wistfully, “I’ve never seen any boy naked. Except for the little kids I minded while baby-sitting, of course.”

“Well we’ll have to fix that situation, sister,” Kana said with a wink.

That Friday evening when they arrived at Mina’s home, they were greeted by her parents with great enthusiasm and warmth. Kana indeed felt humbled and honoured by her treatment, and enjoyed the meal prepared by Mina’s mother. She also quite enjoyed flirting with Akira, which caused Mina to blush profusely. Kana found him even better than Mina described: tall and muscled, his tight t-shirt hinted at a well-formed chest and abdomen; his slender hips and shapely butt were clad in tight faded jeans.

Akira seemed immune to Kana’s flirts, however, and as the dinner conversation covered a variety of topics and events, it slowly dawned on Kana that the boy was a bit dim. She remembered Mina referring to his “bimbo” girlfriends; it seemed appropriate somehow. Akira excused himself before the dessert was finished, saying he was off on a date. The girls helped Mina’s mother clean the table and clean the kitchen and they had just joined her father in the television room when he rose and announced that he and his wife had an engagement with friends across town.

“You girls will of course be able to entertain yourselves, I’m sure,” he said almost apologetically. “We should be back around midnight,” her mother said as they left the house. The girls slumped into the sofa in front of the television set, idly flipping through the channels, settling on nothing.

“I’m a terrible hostess,” Mina said. “You’re bored, don’t deny it. I’m bored, myself—you must be going crazy.”

“So, let’s do something. Something naughty,” Kana said with a sly grin.

“You’re terrible!” Mina laughed, but added, “What do you have in mind?”

“Let’s go through your brother’s things and see what incriminating stuff we can find. I bet he’s got a cache of things that would embarrass the hell out of him if found.”

“No, no! That’s awful!” she giggled. “We couldn’t. We shouldn’t.”

“We should…I bet he’s got all sorts of porn. Imagine the goofy look on his face if you dropped the name of his favourite DVD! Come on, let’s go.” Kana ran up stairs to the bedrooms with Mina close behind her; they listened at Akira’s door, and slowly squeaked the door open in spite of knowing the boy was out. Mina went to peer out the window; she was nervous. But Kana went straight to his dresser and opened the bottom drawer: “It’s always in the bottom drawer,” she said. “So obvious.” And after shifting her hand under the sweaters and hoodies, she cried out: “Bingo.”

She took out a large manila envelope with a broken clasp and dumped the contents on the bed: three DVDs and a two-year-old Hustler magazine spilled out. Kana picked up the discs and glanced at the titles: Barely Legal Cum Sluts (5), Girls Gone Wild—Spring Break ’06, Sapphic Explosion 8: Asian Edition.

“Kind of disappointing,” Kana said, noticing that Mina was paging through the Hustler. “I guess with all the porn on the Internet, there’s not much need to keep hard-copies, huh? See anything you like?”

Mina swallowed hard, unsure of how to answer. She’s stopped at a photo-spread depicting an absurdly large-breasted blonde in various positions with two guys wielding extraordinarily large cocks.

“Are they all like that?” Mina asked softly.

Kana laughed. “Oh god, no. Those are monsters—you’ll probably never find such a thing in real life. But seriously, you never saw a hard-on before? I can’t believe it! My sheltered sister.” Kana kissed Mina’s lips and once again there was that inexplicably pleasant feeling. But she also noticed that she was damp between her legs and embarrassed, hoping Kana couldn’t tell.

Just then they heard the loud putt-putting of the tuned exhaust system of Akira’s car revving in the driveway. “Quick!” Mina yelled, and Kana scooped up the DVDs and magazine, slipping them back into the envelope and back into under the sweatshirts in the bottom drawer.

“Leave the light on, leave the light on,” Kana said in a whispered cry as they heard the front door open, “He’ll never remember he turned it off.” Mina gave the bed-spread a quick tug to hide the wrinkles and then noticed a last DVD on floor which must have slid off the bed. With no time to get it back in the drawer, she slipped the disc into the back of her jeans just as Akira was climbing the stairs. Kana was in her room, ardahan escort bayan sitting on the bed, laughing uncontrollably.

“You’re home early,” Mina said flatly. “What happened to your date?”

“Mind your own business,” he barked back. “Becky’s coming over and I don’t want you telling Mom or Dad, hear me? Just because you’re back for a weekend doesn’t mean I have to rearrange my life.”

“Don’t worry,” Mina replied, backing into her room so the disc wouldn’t be seen, “You’ll have your privacy.” She shut the door and turned to Kana, bulging out her eyes and bursting into laughter as she fell on the bed besides her. “You missed one! This was on the floor! He’d have surely known…Oh my god, that was awful!”

The girls laughed and then Kana picked up the disc: Sapphic Explosion 8: Asian Edition. “At least it’s a good one. Wanna watch it?”

Mina hadn’t seen the title and asked naively, “Will there be large dicks?”

Kana laughed. “Not in this one, Mina. It’s all girls, silly,” she said tossing the cover back across the bed.

“All girls? Really? Why would he have something like this? Gay women?” She studied the cover, decorated with pretty petite Asian women who looked much like her roommate or herself.

“You’d be surprised at the things boys like,” Kana said. They heard a car door slam and Kana jumped up, turned out the light and went to the window. “Who is it?” she asked. Mina looked out the window and saw a busty blonde come up the walk and disappear under the porch roof.

“I don’t know,” she said, “but she’s not Asian. Our father would be annoyed.” The doorbell rang and they heard Akira bounce down the stairs to the front door.

“Quick,” Kana said, grabbing her jacket, “Let’s go. Tell him we’re going out for a while.”

“What? Where?” Mina yelped, animated by her friend’s excitement and collecting her own jacket.

“Just follow me. Tell him we’ll be back in a few hours.”

The girls went down the stairs and saw Akira kissing the blonde in the foyer. Mina coughed discretely to attract their attention and then said the line Kana had given her. Kana eyed the girl contemptuously as Akira led her by the hand to the stairs. “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass, sis,” he said, eliciting a giggle from the blonde as they disappeared up the stairs.

Mina opened the front door but Kana eased her aside and shut it again, with some force. “Okay, now,” she whispered, holding her index finger before he lips and indicating for Mina to go back to her room. They crept quickly and quietly up the stairs and closed the door, laughing silently in the dark. Kana slipped off her jacket and started to get undressed and indicated for Mina to do the same. When they were down to their bras and panties, Mina asked, “Now what?”

“Now we listen,” Kana said, with a smile. “I bet we’ll hear them fucking soon.” They heard music coming from the boy’s room and could make out voices but not what was being said. Mina got on her hands and knees and put her ear to the wall between the rooms. Kana looked at her tight little butt in the air and involuntarily licked her lips before kneeling next to her. She draped one arm across Mina’s lower back and wondered what it would be like to have sex with her.

“Listen to this!” Mina hissed, “He’s asking her to suck him.”

Kana put her ear to the wall as well. That’s it, baby, suck it good. You make me so hard She felt the moisture forming between her legs, and glanced at Mina who was lost in rapt attention.

“I wish I could see her sucking him,” Kana said softly. “I can’t believe you’ve never seen his cock. This is making me wet.”

Mina gulped and whispered, “Me too.” You like that, don’t you, bitch. Like me fingering you while you suck my huge dick. Come here and sit on my face. Mina gasped. “He’s going to lick her pussy,” she hissed.

Nice, baby. I’m glad you shaved for me. “I wish someone would lick my cunt,” Kana said. “I’m really getting wet.”

Mina merely whispered again, “Me too.” She turned and looked at her friend. “What do you think that means? ‘Shaved for him’. Shaved her legs?”

Kana giggled at Mina’s innocence. “She shaved her pussy, silly. Don’t you?”

“I never have,” she replied. “Do you do it?”

Kana sat back and spread her legs. The fabric of her panties was damp when she pulled it aside to let Mina gaze upon her hairless pussy. Mina swallowed hard, her eyes locked on Kana’s pussy, the labia puffy and glazed with oozing juice. She reached her hand out towards her friend and then stopped and looked into her eyes. “Can I touch it?” she asked.

“God, yes, someone better touch me,” Kana said. “But I want to touch yours too.”

Mina leaned forward and ran her fingers lightly over the slick flesh between Kana’s legs; she touched all around the perimeter and wished she could peel off Kana’s panties altogether. “You’re so wet,” Mina said with some disbelief; without asking for further permission, she inserted escort ardahan her finger between Kana’s labia and touched her clit. Kana moaned and sighed. She looked into Mina’s eyes and said, “I want you,” as she leaned forward to kiss her. She slipped her tongue into Mina’s mouth who responded with enthusiasm. Mina’s finger was still rubbing her clit as she reached around and unhooked the clasps on her bra, letting it fall between them. She massaged Mina’s nipples: hard and begging to be sucked.

“Let me see you,” Kana said, and Mina stood up and removed her panties. Little droplets of moisture glistened on the stiff, black pubic hairs which covered her mound. All her modesty and reticence melted away in lust. Kana removed her bra and panties and stood to take Mina in her arms. Their breasts pushed together as their tongues once again found each other. Mina was surprised when Kana thrust her fingers into her dripping quim, but accepted her gratefully. No one had ever touched her there before and she was so excited. This was much better than any time she’d ever masturbated. She began lightly thrusting her hips against Kana’s hand, hoping she’d push her fingers even deeper.

Kana kissed her neck and shoulders before allowing her tongue to dance across Mina’s nipples. It wasn’t possible for them to be stiffer and Kana began to suck hard on one, pinching the other between the fingers of her free hand even as she kept the others churning in Mina’s pussy. “Oh, god,” Mina gasped, “Oh. My. God.”

Kana turned her slightly and pushed her down onto the bed, leaving her legs dangling over the end. She brought the fingers dripping with Mina’s juice to her mouth and slowly licked them all around, like she might an ice-cream cone, before inserting them into her mouth. Mina gasped as she watched, and began stroking her clit.

“Tasty,” Kana said. “I knew you would be.” She wasted no time falling to her knees and lowering her face to Mina’s dripping cunt. She pushed away Mina’s fingers roughly and sucked her clit between her lips causing Mina to moan loudly. “Shush!” Kana said before diving back to attack her cunt and Mina bit down on her hand to stifle herself. She was writhing beneath Kana who reached a hand up to stroke and pinch her nipple; she was close to orgasm now. She felt it building and was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to control her moans and whimpers. She wanted to cry out.

Kana could sense it too. She locked her lips around Mina’s clit and slipped two fingers into her gaping cunt. That was just what was needed to send her over the edge: Mina began bucking her hips off the bed, twisting and turning her body, thrashing on the bed. Beads of sweat had formed on her brow; her hair was moist and tousled. It was the most intense orgasm of her life.

Kana felt as though she was on fire. She too was sweating and the carpet under where she’d knelt was damp with the juice that had dripped from her cunt. Mina’s juice coated her face. She climbed up on the bed, straddling the other girl and kissed her roughly, fairly wiping her face on Mina’s lips while grinding their pussies together. They didn’t talk, merely looked into each other’s eyes and Mina nodded. Kana slid her body up and lowered her cunt to her friend’s face, thrilled at the feel of her tongue gently, tentatively probing her hole. Although she was in a near frenzy to come, she realised Mina would need to be nurtured, her inexperience with any sex meant she couldn’t be rushed.

But as she had been all her life, Mina proved to be a quick study. Her hands went to Kana’s ass, kneading the soft flesh and encouraging her to thrust harder against her mouth. She loved the feeling and taste of Kana’s cunt against her face, and revelled in the little gasps she could cause when her tongue glanced across her hard clit. And when she touched Kana’s asshole with her fingertips and the girl ground her pussy down on her mouth, she knew she’d found a clue to making her orgasm. Mina pushed up on her ass cheeks and licked around the opening of her ass, causing Kana to moan louder and rock her hips faster and faster.

Indeed, Kana was coming, hard. With Mina’s tongue laving her ass, her clit throbbed, sending jolts of electricity through her womb. The spasm wracked her body and she felt a gush of fluid escape her pussy, drenching Mina’s face as she collapsed in a heaving heap.

“Wow,” Kana panted, “you’re a real natural. I can’t believe this is the first time you’ve ever had sex with a girl.”

Mina slid up next to her. “It’s the first time I’ve ever had sex with anyone,” she purred. “I’d always been too shy, too afraid of getting pregnant…too everything.” She cuddled with Kana. “So I guess this means I’m a lesbian, huh?”

“It means you’re horny, Mina—plain and simple,” she laughed. “But it’s good to know you don’t need a stupid boy to have fun, isn’t it? That’s what I like most about girly sex. Boys can be such jerks, though I have to admit there’s nothing like getting fucked with a nice hard cock.”

“Well I’m just happy if I don’t have to deal with that at all. At least not for a while.” She kissed Kana. “But I hope we can do this again.” Then they heard some moaning and yelps from the room next door. Both had completely forgotten about Akira and his girlfriend. “Stupid boys,” Mina said, causing them to giggle.

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