Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 4.
The Power of an honorable woman.

Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

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From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Invoice Request.

Dear Ms. Palmberg,

The

Yours truly,

Timothy Bradbury.

Chapter President, Sigma Phi Epsilon, University of Minnesota

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Tim

The

From: timbradbury@ UMN.EDU

To: melaniepalmberg@ UMN.EDU

Subject: Invoice Request.

Dear Ms. Palmberg,

Your

Yours truly,

Timothy Bradbury. Chapter President, Sigma Phi Epsilon, University of Minnesota

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Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts for Literotica.

 Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 3.
Kurt and Melanie find out love is simple, life, not so much.

Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

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I love lilacs and avocados,
Ukuleles and fireworks.
And purple ponies and walking in the snow,
But you've got to know.

You're the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.

From the moment I first saw you,
I knew, I knew it right away.
I knew that you were the love of my life,
Quite simply the love of my life.
I love Lucy and pumpernickel bread,
The Statue of Liberty and standing ovations.
And falling into bed,
But get it through your head.

You're the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.
You are the love of my life.

From the moment I first saw you,
I knew, I knew it right away.
I knew that you were the love of my life,
Quite simply the love of my life.

You can drive me crazy,
You can drive me anywhere.
Here are the keys,
Just do as you please.
It may not always be easy,

But you're the love of my life,
My heart is riding on a runaway train.
You are the love of my life,
Through all the pleasure and pain.

From the moment I first saw you,
I knew, I knew it right away.
I knew that you were the love of my life,
Simply the love of my life.
You are the love,
The great love of my life.

"Carly Simon;" I rasped when the music trailed off, my throat sore and scratchy. "I love that song."

Kurt smiled and closed his eyes, nodding with a sigh of relief. "My mom sang it to me a lot when I was a kid. How do you feel?"

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Paul

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To be continued in part 4 Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts for Literotica.

 Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 2.
Reunion: Kurt and Melanie find themselves together again at college.

Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

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To be continued in part 2 Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts for Literotica.

 Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 1.
Camp counselors don't always follow the rules.

Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

After lights out on the first night of my last year at Pipestone Lake Bible Camp, I stared up at the bunk mattress above me, listening to the crickets outside and the whispered giggles of my girlfriends in the cabin. I felt a little silly still going to my childhood bible camp at the age of 18, but at the same time it was so hard to let go. I didn't feel ready to be out in the world, yet, and college was only a few weeks away. Pam, the camp counselor reminded us again that there was no talking after lights out, and the giggling eventually died out. This year was our wistful goodbye to the camp of our childhood and our excitement, fueled by years of fun memories and many joyful summers, made it difficult to sleep. We were good girls at heart, though, and did our best to comply. The snickers were gradually replaced by heavy sleepy breathing and the occasional soft snore. My mind drifted on the night, almost asleep, when a slight squeak and a click quickly brought me back. Counselor Pam had left our cabin through the back door. Curious, and no longer sleepy, I followed her out of the cabin, through the woods, to the chapel where we attended church services twice every day.

From the light outside the pole-barn style chapel, I saw that Dan, one of the boys' counselors, was waiting for her there. I wondered if they were planning some kind of camp event together, but then my face warmed because it soon became obvious that they were flirting with each other. As they talked, Dan leaned down and kissed Pam's upturned lips. His arms went around her and their kissing turned into wet kissing. I could see their tongues touching and going into each other's mouths. Dan's hand moved up to Pam's tit and squeezed it and I squirmed and looked away, uncomfortable. This was something I shouldn't allow myself to see. It might lead me into temptation, or make me think that things that were wrong were somehow acceptable. I couldn't let my eyes lead me into sin. I decided to leave, but what I saw next shocked me into stillness: Pam suddenly went to her knees and unzipped Dan's shorts. Kissing was one thing, and at bible camp, even that one thing wasn't good, but this was something else entirely. Dan's cock popped out of his shorts and hit her on the cheek, making me gasp and flinch. I couldn't believe she actually let it touch her face like that, and she didn't even wipe her cheek. She just smiled up at him and took it in both her hands, rubbing it up and down.

Dan bent his knees a little, pushing his hips forward and leaning against the chapel wall, and staring at Pam's face like he couldn't believe she was real. His cock got even bigger as she rubbed it again and again. Dan's hips were swaying along with her motions, moving like he was a puppet on a string. He put his fingers into her hair and then I gasped, because then he took his cock and rubbed it around her wet lips and pushed the thick tip inside her mouth. Pam opened her mouth wide and sucked on it, moving it in even deeper. Dan's eyes closed and he leaned his head back, resting it on the wall, a low groan coming out of his mouth.

I stayed crouched in the woods nearby watching, terrified I'd be caught out of bed, but also shocked, embarrassed, and to my horror, aroused. Though we were eighteen, the campers weren't even allowed to be alone anywhere together, much less kiss, and here our pious camp counselors were doing; this. This was exactly what they told us we should never do, touching each other and doing sexual things outside of a holy marriage. They said it was especially shameful for the girls because it would cheapen us, ruining our hearts for the one man God had chosen for us to marry. That was what they said, but I knew Pam and Dan weren't married. They weren't even that much older than I was, and yet there they were.

Pam leaned up and held onto Dan's hips, and the wet noises he made going in and out of her mouth got faster. Dan put his other hand in her hair, too, and began pumping his hips against her face. Pam sounded like she was almost choking as he did it, a "gluk, gluk, gluk, gluk, gluk" noise coming out of her, adding to the slurping sounds filling the night. Dan's breath quickened, turning into breathy grunts increasing in pitch, until he hissed and he made a sound like a dying bird through his clenched teeth. His hips were shaking and twitching and then my breath stopped, seeing that he had pulled Pam's face all the way to his hips in his clenched hands.

Startled out of my trance, I turned to run back to the cabin, but smacked into someone who had also been watching them, standing just behind me. I almost screamed in surprise, but he put his hand over my mouth, his other arm steadying me so that I didn't fall. I recognized him as one of the boys from the camp. He stood barefoot in his pajamas like me, tall and skinny, his dark hair longer than the country boys wore theirs, styled in a way that looked almost like Elvis. I didn't know his name. I guessed he had trouble sleeping, too. He put a finger to his lips, and his eyes were kind, pleading for my silence. I swallowed and nodded, and he dropped his hand from my mouth. We stood breathless, staring at each other in awkward silence, strangers bound in a pact of secrecy. Wordlessly, we parted, racing back to our cabins before our counselors could get back and lock us out upon returning from their chapel meeting.

The next morning, Pam woke us for breakfast and morning chapel. Twelve girls crowded into the bathroom, negotiating the use of 2 power outlets between us, as we did our hair and makeup. I snuck looks at Pam while using my corner of the mirror. She looked bright-eyed and happy, as usual.

As I waited for breakfast with my girlfriends, holding my tray, I noticed the tall boy from last night joining the line with a friend. Everything about him seemed elongated and gangly, like an adolescent giraffe. He smiled and laughed easily with his friend, who then nudged him and nodded toward me, obviously drawing his attention to the girl who was staring at him. I immediately blushed and looked at the floor, returning my attention to the line.

I and most of the girls from my cabin sat down at a table together, some of the boys mixing in, taking advantage of the precious few moments we were allowed to mix with the other sex. The tall boy and his friend sat down at the empty space on the other side of the table from me. I looked down at my tray, certain I wouldn't be able to swallow a bite. "Oh my gosh, Melanie! You're absolutely covered with mosquito bites! You must taste good!" Lisa said, laughing shrilly as she pulled my arm out over the table, drawing everyone's attention to the red spots all over my arms, neck and face.

"Oh, that's nothing," announced the tall boy's friend, "My boy Kurt, here's, got it even worse," he said, pulling Kurt's arm out and comparing his bites with mine. Our arms brushed and I glanced up at him, surprised to see that he was blushing, too. Neither of us had noticed the mosquitoes eating us alive last night. "Kurt's a city boy, though. Nice thin skin for our country skeeters. I'm Paul Peterson, this is my cousin Kurt Wyman. Where are you lovely ladies from?" he asked, prompting my girlfriends to giggle, flirt and talk about our rural Minnesota town, as Kurt and I pulled our arms back, furtively looking at each other.

After breakfast, we all walked to chapel together, Kurt slowing his long legs to keep pace near me, and Paul talking up all the girls about which extracurricular activities we would be choosing. "What are you signing up for, Melanie?" Kurt asked quietly, holding open the door to the chapel for the group.

"Um; music and archery probably. I mostly just wait for the swimming," I said with a smile, forcing myself to look up at his face for more than two seconds.

"Me too," he said, our arms brushing again as we entered the chapel.

Paul shepherded Kurt and I into the same pew, as he kept chatting up the others. I could feel my girlfriends' curious and scandalized looks when Kurt and I sat down together, hating how self-conscious it made me feel. We sat next to each other through the service, the Pastor teaching us about our responsibilities to seek righteousness and avoid even the appearance of sin. Those who truly loved God, would surely delight in pleasing Him, and not in the things of this world. We were saved by God's grace and forgiveness, but apparently, we weren't supposed to need those things after being saved, I thought. I felt Kurt's hand brush mine, and my eyes flicked up to his, wondering if he was trying to hold my hand, but he wasn't. He was watching the Pastor, as straight faced as a monk. Embarrassed at my thoughts, I turned my attention back to the sermon, but then Kurt's hand actually took mine and, holding it low, pointed my finger at something. I looked in the direction it pointed and saw Dan staring at Pam who was moving a sucker around her wet lips absentmindedly, then sucking it into her mouth. I gasped silently and then I felt Kurt's body jiggling next to me, laughing at my surprise. Our hands stayed close, touching but not holding, for the rest of the chapel service.

After chapel, Pam led our cabin in a morning devotional lesson on what we could do to remain pure in a sinful world. It was the standard list of things that good girls didn't do, but some of the finer points got a bit contentious. Could good girls wear makeup? At what age did good girls go on dates? Was it sinful if our nipple bumps showed through our shirts, or did we have to use padded cups on bras to be pure? One girl said that her mother even put band aids over her nipples when they went to church, just to be sure there were no accidents, so invisible nipples were apparently very important to purity. Panty lines were also a problem because they might tempt the boys to think too much about impure things, so it was important to wear modest underwear that covered the entire bottom. "What are you thinking about, Melanie?" Pam asked, looking at me and smiling with the lips that were wrapped around Dan's cock last night.

"I guess I was just wondering if the boys were getting advice on what kind of underwear they needed to be pure;" I said. Pam smiled dazzlingly and my girlfriends laughed. We all knew they weren't getting any such advice, because if for nothing else in life, the responsibility of preserving purity was on the girls.

In the afternoon, our entire cabin changed into our modest one-piece swim suits with padded bra cups, covered ourselves in our towels and t-shirts and walked to Pipestone Lake. After demonstrating our swimming abilities for the lifeguard, we were allowed to freely roam outside the shallow areas reserved for the non-swimmers.

The cool lake water felt like heaven after a sweltering day, swirling around our bodies as we relaxed and showed off for each other. I was floating on my back, my tits and the slight rise of my belly above the surface of the water, when I felt a slight tickle on the bottom of my foot. I wiggled it, scaring away whatever curious sunfish was brushing against me before it decided to take a nibble. Then, I felt something tickle the back of my knee and I turned myself vertical in the water, looking around. My girlfriends were screaming and having a splash fight, and on my other side two boys were talking. The boy with his back to me was slim with squared shoulders and when he moved to the side, I saw that the other boy was Paul. I watched as Kurt slowly turned in the water, showing a mischievous grin lit his face and then melted away before he turned back to his cousin. The darkness of the lake water had hidden his tickling touch from his cousin's view. Feeling daring, I lay on my back in the water again, floating as I had been before. The tickling fish returned, brushing the bare skin of my arm, my ankle, my shoulders, and down the line of my back. Suddenly feeling scared that I had allowed too much, I flipped in the water, swimming quickly to shore and returned to my cabin alone.

That night, I didn't sit with Kurt in chapel. I took a seat near the front, far from where he sat with Paul in the back. I didn't turn my head to see if he was looking at me. I paid attention to the sermon like a good girl. A good girl wouldn't have allowed Kurt to touch her bare skin under the surface of the lake. A good girl wouldn't have enjoyed it. During the sermon, a bat somehow got into the chapel, making the girls scream and some of the guys, too. The pastor tried to calm us as the staff tried to get it out, warning us that Satan only wanted to distract us from the message. Yeah, too late. Satan had already distracted me, I thought.

That night, I stared unblinkingly at the bunk above mine, listening to the crickets, the breathing and the snores. The feel of Kurt secretly touching my body in the cool water was replaying itself in my mind again and again. My body was tense with a twisting restlessness that just wouldn't leave me alone. Sleep was impossible. A squeak and a click told me that Counselor Pam was sneaking out again. Sneaking out to touch and be touched. Good girls didn't want to be touched. I was starting to doubt that I was a good girl. I followed her.

I hid in the woods behind the chapel, watching Pam and Dan kissing and touching. Dan lifted her shirt and then her bra, exposing her round full tits. Bending down, he began licking them, flicking his tongue on her nipples, and nibbling them with his lips. I imagined how it would feel to have Kurt kissing and sucking on my tits and a slight sound escaped my mouth. I gasped in surprise as a hand came from behind me and covered my lips. I turned to see Kurt smiling down at me. He put a finger to his lips and looked at me questioningly. I bit my lips and shook my head slightly. I knew I couldn't stay silent. Kurt nodded, still smiling, and turned my head back to Pam and Dan, his hand still covering my mouth. Now, biting and tugging on her nipples with his teeth, Dan lifted Pam, pressed her against the chapel wall, put his hand under her skirt and began rubbing under her panties. Pam was getting more and more excited, curving a leg around his hips and moaning. "Have you ever done that?" Kurt whispered in my ear. Breathing hard, I swallowed and shook my head. "It's amazing;" he murmured.

Dan let Pam slide to the ground again and got down on his knees, pushing her skirt up, still rubbing under her panties with his fingers. Pam was pinching and twisting her own nipples, now, groaning in pleasure. Dan started sliding her panties down her thighs and I gasped, making Kurt laugh quietly. Once he had taken her panties off, Dan stuffed them into her mouth, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and put his face between her legs, licking and sucking her. I turned wide-eyed to Kurt who was still watching them, "Oh; I would do that; just look at what it's doing to her; I would totally do that for a girl," he breathed. Pam's head was tossing from side to side, her hips bucking, her panties muffling her cries. It looked like Dan was shoving his fingers into her again and again while he licked and sucked between her legs. Suddenly, she stiffened like she was almost in pain, and then after a long while she melted against him and became loose again. I looked at Kurt, almost alarmed, he glanced at me and seemed confused by my expression. "She came," he whispered. "Haven't you ever done that with a guy; or, you know; yourself?" Feeling foolish and naïve, I shook my head and looked away. He turned me by my shoulders to face him, his eyes still kind, and smiled. "Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of; just um; you touch yourself down there, especially that little thing on top of; well; um; can I just show you? No funny stuff, I swear. I just want to show you so that you know what I'm talking about, okay?" Blushing, I nodded.

Kurt tentatively raised my night shirt, took my hand in his and pressed it against my belly. "Okay, I'm going to go under your panties now, all right?" I nodded. I felt my hand wrapped in his, slipping under the waistband and going down to my pubic hair. I shivered when I felt him using mine to feel around, looking for whatever he wanted. "It's all right, I just need to find it. Oh wow, you're really wet;" he said, appreciatively. Then, our fingers touched a place that made it feel like electricity was running through my body. "There it is. Right there. Now, just rub it like this," he whispered, moving my fingers, "and just do it until you feel something explode and go through your body, and inside you it will squeeze and squeeze and squeeze until it's done."

He kept my fingers rubbing as he talked and it felt like I was falling apart and twisting in knots at the same time. Then, before I wanted him to, he slipped his fingers out of my panties, put them in his mouth, and sucked on them. "You try it," he prompted, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. He watched me, still sucking on his fingers, his eyes glowing.

He walked behind me and put his arms around me, "Okay, now keep rubbing it like I did," he whispered in my ear. I could feel his warm breath in my hair, his chest rising and falling against my back with each breath. "Go a little faster as you get more excited; that's it," he whispered, and I began to squirm against him, rubbing myself. "That's it; oh, man you're so beautiful right now; you feel it coming don't you?" I began panting and making noises I didn't know I could make, as the feelings in my body built higher and higher. Kurt put his hand gently over my mouth again, muffling the sounds coming out of me. "I could listen to that all night, but keep it up and you're gonna get us caught, sweetheart," he laughed. My hips began bucking just like Pam's had and my body went rigid, sensation exploding through me and all by itself something deep inside me clenched and clenched and clenched again. I shook with release, Kurt holding me tightly against him whispering encouragements in my ear. After it passed, Kurt held me, supporting me, while I trembled, gasping for air and feeling strangely weak. Before my self-consciousness could come roaring back, he turned me around, his eyes alive, and whispered "now, was that the best thing ever or what?"

Still feeling lingering thrills of sensation all over my body, I nodded weakly. "It was; thank you;" I said, not knowing what else to say.

Kurt held me closer until he noticed that Pam and Dan were getting dressed again, "Looks like we've got to go, but man, I'm going to be awake all night long, just thinking about this," he said, smiling down at me. Then, looking unsure, he swallowed "You're not; you're not going to avoid me again tomorrow, are you? Please don't. We only have a few more days together, you know?" he said, quietly, squeezing my hands.

I squeezed his hands back. "I; I won't avoid you. I'm sorry. I got shy. My friends always tease and embarrass me when I meet someone nice, and then I just want to hide, but I don't want to miss any time with you, either," I said, smiling back at him.

We spent every moment of those last days together that we could. Laughing at Paul's outrageous flirting during meals, swimming and touching each other under the permissive veil of the lake water, and sitting together in chapel, morning and evening, with the sides of our legs brushing lightly against each other.

At the final night's campfire when Kurt and I were huddled together under his jacket, the counselors separated us, having finally noticed how dangerously close we had become. Kurt sat across the fire watching me, while Pam led us in singing gospel songs while Dan accompanied on the guitar. I watched as a mischievous look came across his face when he intentionally caught my eye. He looked from Dan, to Pam, and then nodded to the chapel, and raised his eyebrows to me in question. I bit my lips and nodded, smiling. There was no way I would be missing our last night together.

I glared at the bottom of the top bunk that night, thinking my girlfriends would never shut up. The night, prolonged with whispers and giggles, got later and later until Pam finally threatened everyone that the next person to make a sound would have to clean the cabin by themselves the next morning. The resulting silence was ghostly until the heavy sleep breathing and light snores began, and I waited for the squeak and the click that would bring me to Kurt's arms again.

I followed Pam to the chapel and hid in the woods nearby. I worried that Dan and Kurt would not come because of how late we were, but soon I felt Kurt's long fingers reaching around my hip and feeling around between my legs. In front of us, Pam turned to face the chapel wall and spread her legs far apart as Dan knelt between them, licking her again. I was already wet, and Kurt used the moisture to slip down to my cunt, pressing gently inside me until he was stopped by my hymen. "Oh wow; I can't believe I'm feeling this," he whispered. I pressed my hips back against him, feeling the long, hot, hardness in his pajama shorts.

I saw Dan pull Pam's hips further away from the chapel wall and take them in his hands. "They're not really going to;" I whispered, drawing Kurt's attention away from what his fingers were doing to me. We watched together as Dan took his erect cock out and rubbed it around her cunt lips and then pushed the head slowly inside her. "Oh;" I whispered, shaking, as Dan took Pam's hips in his hands again and pushed himself all the way inside her with a grunt. I felt Kurt groan quietly behind me, and I rubbed my hips against him.

"I guess they are; lucky bastards," Kurt whispered. Pam's body moved against the chapel wall with every thrust of Dan's hips, her tits swaying in time with her moaning. They lost themselves in their heated dance, Pam's quivering wails answering Dan's husky grunts. Suddenly Dan roared, pulled Pam's body tightly against his, covered her mouth, and began pistoning into her quickly. Watching them, feeling Kurt's body against mine, I suddenly couldn't breathe.

"Kurt;" I whispered, rubbing my hips against his erection, "Kurt, I wish that was us; I wish it so much it hurts."

Kurt turned me around, still massaging my clit, and kissed me gently, his tongue penetrating my lips and tickling my own. "Yeah; but, you realize that would hurt you, too, right?" he asked.

I nodded. "Even hurting would feel good if you were inside me," I whispered, as Kurt's lips met mine again.

"It wouldn't hurt forever, though. I'd be so careful. First, I would get down and taste you down there. You'd get all bashful and try to close your legs, but I wouldn't take no for an answer; you'd smell so good, I couldn't resist. I'd lick your clit, and dip my tongue deep inside you and make you come all over my face. You'd be so slippery that I would slip a finger inside you and stretch you out a little first, then when you were ready, I'd slide in two fingers and stroke them in and out. You would be tight inside, but after a while it would feel better and better, so hot and tight. I'm a little big, so I'd try to get a third finger in there just to make sure you were ready for me, but it would be so hard to hold back. There would even be a little come coming out of the tip because I'd be so ready to be inside you."

I rubbed his cock as he talked, imagining all the things he was doing to me. "I would lick that come off the tip; then I'd suck on it because it would make you groan and breathe hard and it would make me so hot hearing it," I whispered.

Kurt laughed quietly, "But, I'd put a quick stop to that, because it would make me come all over your face before I got inside you; and I'd need to be inside you; I'd need it so bad." He leaned down and kissed me again, making me feel like I was filled with butterflies, trembling and needy. "I'd lay you down in the grass and look at you, because you're so beautiful that I'd want to remember exactly what you looked like just before I made you mine. Then, I'd take my tip and rub it around in all that slippery wetness down there, getting it ready for you to take it; I'd want it to be perfect when I slid deep inside you. Then, I'd lift your hips a little and push the head inside you, then a little more, stretching you around me. It would be so hard to hold back, the blood would be pumping like crazy inside me, but I'd go slow to let you stretch around me, accepting me, taking more and more of me inside you. And then, with a few strokes more, I'd be all the way inside you, pushing hard against your back wall, as deep as I could be."

I trembled, breathing into his mouth, and he in mine, rubbing against each other. "I'd pull you closer, wrapping my legs around you and feeling your heartbeat inside me," I said, breathing hard.

Kurt groaned, "Before long, it would be too much for me to have you so hot and tight around me, and I'd begin to move, pushing in and out, listening to the slippery wet sounds we made together. I'd get even more excited and I'd pump you harder and faster, making your tits jiggle every time I thrust into you. I'd rub your clit and get you ready to come because I knew I couldn't last much longer because the feel of you was making me lose my mind. My hips would be slamming against you again and again, making your breath come out in little grunts, until you screamed and started coming around me, squeezing on me so tight. Then, I'd push deep, so deep, and hold tight there because my hot load would be shooting, twitching and flexing every time it sent another thick burst deep inside you; and then I'd kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you, just waiting until I could make you mine all over again; because I love you Melanie," he whispered with his arms around me, his forehead against mine.

"I love you, too, Kurt;" I sighed, perfectly happy. We smiled into each other's eyes, before separating and laughing at the sticky wet spots on our pajamas from where we had come on each other. Of course, that was when we saw Dan, Pam and the Camp Director watching us with shocked and disgusted looks on their faces.

After that, the rest was a blur. The Camp Director was outraged at our behavior, Dan and Pam heartily and hypocritically agreeing with him. Kurt and I were separated and quickly ushered to our cabins. We were kept apart until we were taken away from the camp early in the morning. I was sent home in shame, along with a detailed report to my parents. When my girlfriends returned from camp, they made it obvious that the whole camp knew why we had been sent home. The worst of it was, Kurt and I had not exchanged information and the camp was uncooperative, to say the least, in helping me find Kurt's address or phone. I looked for Kurt Wyman online all summer, but never even got close to finding him. I was utterly heartbroken.

That would change quite soon, and in the most bizarre series of carnal events.

September finally came and I went off to college, having hurriedly switched to the state university instead of the conservative faith-based private college that had taken away my scholarship at the last minute for unspecified moral behavior reasons. It was just as well, because I could no longer stomach pious people shaming others for doing the same things they pretended not to do.

The dorms were full by the time I transferred, so I had to take an apartment near campus that housed overflow students together. I went to classes and tried to get into things, but my heart just wasn't in it. One night, out of desperation, my roommate gave me a makeover and dragged me to a fraternity party, just to pull me out of my funk. I received the shock of my life when Paul greeted us at the door, stamped our hands and handed us our red Solo cups. He frowned and did a slight double-take when he saw me, but I didn't think he really knew who I was. I wanted to talk to him, but he seemed busy, so I just tried to find a quiet corner. I learned quickly that there are no quiet corners at fraternity parties.

I was halfway through my beer, when I saw that Paul had disappeared from his job carding people at the door and I decided to try to find him and ask about Kurt. Looking for him, I explored the house, seeing some people taking jello shots in the basement kitchen, others crowded onto the first floor level dancing and rubbing against each other to a pounding techno beat. There was a staircase leading upstairs, but didn't know if I was allowed to go there. I saw a few people go up there after dancing together on the first floor, so I figured it was okay and I followed them. The upper floors seemed to be the bedrooms and many of the doors were closed, the sounds of people loudly having sex, not even slightly disguised. At the end of the hall, one of the doors was slightly open. I walked up to it, nervously, knowing I should just go back downstairs. Instead, I looked through the crack in the doorway. Inside, I saw Paul standing behind a girl on her hands and knees on the bed, putting a liquid gel on his fingers. I knew I should go and let them have privacy; and yet I didn't.

Paul rubbed the gel around his fingers and then smiled as he began pushing them inside the girl's anus while she moaned. My eyes grew wider and wider as Paul applied even more of the gel around his cock, rubbing it in his hand and getting it harder. I was shaking my head in shock and disbelief. There was no way that he was going to do what it looked like he was going to do. It would never fit! Then, he smacked the girl's bottom and pressed the mushroom tip of his erection to her ass and began pushing it inside as they both groaned with pleasure.

I took a shaking breath, and began backing away, when a hand came from behind me and gently covered my mouth. "Now, I know that looks advanced," I jumped, hearing Kurt's voice whisper in my ear, bringing tears to my eyes, "and you'll probably need a few prerequisites before you're ready, but with a little practice and a good tutor, that's a subject I think you'll come to love."

I turned my head, my lips brushing against Kurt's hand where it covered them, my cheek brushing against his stubbly jaw, and when I saw his kind eyes again, my heart leapt into my throat. It was really him. I nearly burst with everything inside me, the pain of missing him suddenly gone, the sense of relief overwhelming; and yet I couldn't speak. I just stood there and watched his eyes taking in every bit of me, like he couldn't believe I was real. I felt an uncontrollable urge to giggle.

"It's you; you're;you're really here;" Kurt said, stroking my face with a reverence that made me blush and look down at my feet. He snorted and took my chin in his hand, pulling my face back up to his again. "They're shoes, Melanie. Will you look at me before I; "

"Hey, Kurt! Are you coming or what?" a girl's voice yelled from one of the rooms.

Kurt's mouth twisted as he glanced over to a room where I was surprised to see several people sitting on the floor playing cards in varying states of nudity. I quickly averted my eyes until Kurt squeezed my hands and I looked back at him. "Give me a second, okay? Stay here. I'll be right back," he said, releasing me and disappearing into the room, closing the door and muffling the voices inside.

Standing alone in the hall, I began to feel self-conscious again. How would I explain what I was doing there if someone walked by? Then, a swell of laughter escaped the room Kurt had entered. "You know you're supposed to finish with one before you move on to the next, you big slut! At least get my bra down off the light!" a girl's voice yelled from behind the door. As another swell of laughter rose, it felt like a hole had opened in the floor beneath me when I realized what they were talking about. Without thinking, I bolted out of the hallway and ran out of the house before I could hear another thing, before I could see the faces looking out to see who Kurt's next conquest would be that night.

I ran down the street, tears streaking the makeup my roommate had so carefully applied to my face. My feet pounded the sidewalk on the sultry September night, until I could no longer breathe. Furious and humiliated, I kept running, punishing myself for being such a fool. Of course, this summer hadn't meant anything to him! I was just another girl that had been panting after him; a stupid country girl that would be easy to fuck at her first college party. What was I even thinking?

Eventually, I gave in to my burning lungs and stumbled up the steps of a beautiful campus building, sat down next to a pillar, and cried. I had lost everything; for a lie. I'd convinced myself that some boy was in love with me because we just caught our counselors having sex, felt each other up, and shared a few kisses at camp. Now, my whole life was in shambles because I believed a few hormonal spurts meant something when I should have seen it for what it was from a mile away!

Not long after, I saw a figure in the distance loping toward me. I saw it pause and then crane its long neck in recognition, then increased speed and shambled toward me in a loosely joined collection of flailing limbs. "Man, you've got short legs!" Kurt breathlessly yelled, running up the steps to me. "I thought I'd never catch up with you the way you were running, but you must have like a 2-inch stride or something" he stopped mid-sentence, seeing the furious, heartbroken look on my face.

As much as I wanted to scream at him, slap his face and run away, I still softened inside just from seeing him. I hated that being near him did that to me, it made me feel so weak. It also made me feel like an idiot because he obviously hadn't had any trouble moving on from camp. I stood and turned my head to wipe my eyes away from his view, turning back to find he had moved closer, only a couple steps down from me. We would have been eye to eye if I could bring myself to look at him. I avoided his eyes and cleared my throat, "Um, well, it was nice to; um;" my face twisted involuntarily and I turned away again to wipe my eyes and nose again before I started actually bawling. "I'm sorry I interrupted your evening; I should; I should; go;"

I started down the steps, but he reached out and held my arm fast against him. I could feel his chest rising and falling against it. "Please, Melanie. Please just talk with me. I had no idea that you'd; that you; that was just; "

"Please don't explain. There's no need. Don't make me listen to; it's not my business. We just met at camp one time and;" I said, squirming away from him.

"Camp was more than that, and you know it!" he shouted, taking me in both arms now and turning me to face him. "It changed everything for me! And it did for you, too! I saw it in your face in the hall; you were dying inside waiting for me just like I was for you! Don't tell me it was nothing! It was everything!" Then he pulled me against him and his lips were on mine, harsh and demanding, desperate to revive the dream of a different boy and girl discovering each other in a more innocent place.

To be continued in part 2 Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts for Literotica.

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I

"The second time you'll last much longer. Now lie back and enjoy," she said as she lay next to me.

She

Maneuvering

Kelly

I

I

We

Finishing with a gentle kiss, she said; “Oh, my hero. You will rise again; and I am proud to know you; You mighty king!”

By the time I left, every part of me felt raw. For once I was glad Nico wasn't around for a post-game encounter.

I

Whenever

A

"Can I talk to you?"

I told a coworker I was taking my break, and led I Nico to an empty conference room.

 "How have you been?" I asked her.

My question must have caught her off guard because she looked surprised and a little confused. "Okay, I guess. You?"

I

That

She shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She frowned at the floor. "You really want to quit?"

"This whole thing has grown out of control. I can't do it anymore. It's not what I want."

Nico

"At least another ten minutes. Why?"

"I was thinking we could have one last time together before the school year ended. What do you say?"

I

She smiled and sat on the edge of the table. "Let's do what you want."

Another

Nico

She

All

She

I

"Then

She

I

Thomas, There's a video message for you on the stick.

The video is for you and only you and it requires a password for you to access.

The password is a simple one-syllable word I taught you this past year.

Nico.

In

The

"Hi, Thomas. There's no easy way to say this, so here it is: The reason you've received this video is that I am dead."

My vision darkened, the walls and ceiling closed in on me. I forced myself to take deep slow breaths, until the pressure lifted.

 On-screen, Nico was blinking back tears, and looking away from the camera. After a minute she took a shaky breath, and went on.

"There's so much I want to tell you and there's so much I need to tell you. I owe you the truth and more.

"I

"After

"I chose life. I was nineteen and I wanted to be normal or, at least, pretend to be for the little time I had left.

"Knowing

"I

I

"Maybe

"Despite

"My

"Thomas, I love you. I think you love me, too, or at least, you once loved me. I'm sorry I never got to hear you say it."

"I

"The

"So,

"When

Nico's

"There's

"I

Tears brimmed in her eyes once more. Several minutes passed before she composed herself. 

"This

Kelly's name and address appeared on the screen.

"Find her, talk to her and see where it goes from there. Maybe you're right for each other. Maybe not. But you have to find out.

"I

"Is

 Her lower lip was trembling now. With a shaky voice she finished with, 

"Goodbye, Thomas. I love you."

 Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die.

When all the birds are singing in the sky.

Now that the spring is in the air.

Pretty girls are everywhere.

Think of me and I'll be there.

We had joy, we had fun.

We had seasons in the sun.

But the hills that we climbed.

Were just seasons out of time.

The

At

When

"Waiting for you, actually."  I said with confident honesty.

Her smile grew.

"Do you have a minute? Kelly, I need to tell you something."

 She sat next to me on the wall, her thigh lightly touching mine.

"I don't know if you heard but Nico passed away this summer."

Kelly's face clouded and she nodded slowly. "Yeah, I know. Brain tumor."

"How well did you know her?"

"I guess about as well as anybody did, outside of her family. We lived together the past two years. She was my best friend."

I blinked in surprise and took a moment to digest that. "You were best friends and lived together at Mary Hall?"

"Our first year, yeah. That's how we met. We rented an apartment last year. That's where you and I met."

I

"Um, yeah, that was so that guys couldn't find her after, you know."

"Were there many guys?" I asked quietly.

Kelly

I stared down at my hands, shook my head and sighed. "She sent me a video."

"She

 "So

"Actually,

Kelly

I

Kelly

"Knowing you're going to die soon will do that to a person," I offered.

"True,

"How much did she tell you?"

"A

My

"Yeah.

We sat for a minute in silence. "So, you know I was a gigolo."

"No, you weren't. You're a nice guy who did what Nico told him."

Another question gnawed on my conscience. "How did you become a client?"

Kelly

 Then

"Nico told you to have sex with me?"

"God,

"Was she there that night? I dreamt she was watching us sleep."

"No, she had a really bad episode earlier that week and was back home, being cared for by her parents."

Silence

Kelly smiled. "What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, dinner maybe, perhaps this weekend."

"Tell

"And then what?"

She shrugged and leaned in, bumping a shoulder into mine; "Then we'll see."

That was a year and a half ago.

Kelly

Nico

All I know is, I owe her so much.

For Nico. I love you and I miss you.

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Based on a post by mi woodsman, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

The intervening weeks had done nothing make it fade the way dreams do.

The

I finally received a short text from her just after midnight: Happy fucking new year. Short and to the point, just like Nico.

On

"I'd

I shook my head. "Can't. I'm the only one working and I have to stay at the desk. You'll have to come back some other time."

"Ok then, let me back there, I want to sit with you."

"Sorry, you know the rules."

"Come

Nico sat in a chair next to mine and lazily spun back and forth. "How was your break?" she asked. "Did you miss me?"

I felt my ears burn. "It was ok and, yes, I missed you."

"That's sweet. How much cunt did you eat?"

"I had none."

"Sounds

"Not until six."

She

"I don't know," I said, "I'm not sure I want to."

"This

"Yeah, I guess so," I admitted.

"Look, we're starting to build some buzz. We need to strike while the iron's hot. There's been some of word of mouth about you."

"Word of mouth," I repeated. I turned the phrase over and over in my head, liking it more each time. "Good one."

"Besides,

I

Her smile lit up her green eyes. "Cool. Show me your right hand."

Slightly

I

When

The

Nico leaned back against the desk. "Now, when do you get off?" This time, the question was definitely loaded.

"Six," I teased, pretending to be clueless.

"No

Nico,

Our

Sara

Sara

"Can I touch you?" Sara asked meekly as I stood by the bed tucking in my shirt.

I

I

Sara

When

We

Only

I

One

When

I

Squeezing

Nico

She

I

As

The

My

She

We

"What?"

"Our 'behavior' was a little too public and risky," I said.

"Perhaps, but didn't the risk add to the enjoyment?" she countered.

"Yes," I admitted, reluctantly; "but we should have been more cautious. We could have been arrested."

"You were a willing participant," she observed. "You could have stopped."

I

"You

"So, does that make me an addict?"

"Yeah. And I guess that would make me your drug," she added with a devious grin.

I

Her

"I like being with you." I bravely blurted out.

"No

Nico turned to me. "Thomas, show her how big your cock is." The girl gave a squeak, picked up her backpack and hurried away.

"Why do you have to be mean like that?" I said, feeling empathy for the timid freshman lass.

"Oh,

I

Her

"This

Nico glowered at me from across the table.

I continued pleading; "Is it your parents? If so, I'm willing to meet them right now; and you know how I am around new people."

"I'm

I

Nico

 I

Promptly

"Have a seat," she said pointing to the couch. "Would you like a drink?"

Normally, I would have declined but since I was in a sour mood I figured a drink or two might help. "Yeah, sure."

Kelly stood on her tiptoes and looked in a kitchen cabinet. "Looks like we have tequila; or tequila."

She

I

I

"Is someone here?"

"No,"

I

When

Wordlessly

I

 She

Soon

Kelly

Hands

Kelly

With

I

"Sorry about that," I mumbled as I cleaned her up. "That was rather quick."

Kelly propped herself up on her elbows and watched as I cleaned myself. "Was that your first time?"

 I nodded.

"Then

"Sorry," I said again.

"Stop saying that," she chided. "You did nothing you have to apologize for."

"Do you want me to leave now?"

"God, no! I want you to stay. We're not done yet."

To be continued in part 4. Based on a post by mi woodsman, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

Based on a post by mi woodsman, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Nico

The

A

I was walking up the steps of my dorm when I received a text from her: It’s your fault I’m masterb8ing now.

I laughed and sent back, Hope your roomie doesn't mind.

By the time I climbed the stairs to my floor I got back, She’s studying w back to me. Now shut up I’m trying to concentr8.

Over

Once

I

The following visit she taught me how to pleasure her with just my fingers.

I

I

I

One

"Until 2am. Sorry."

She

I shook my head. "Doubtful. People tend to do that when they're alone in their room."

She pointed at a monitor in front of me. "Can you use that computer to see what they're doing?"

"Yeah, but it's our policy not to."

"Let me back there, I want to take a look."

"Sorry, employees only. They have a very strict rule about that."

"Then

"Tonight I would do the pre-interview but a full-time staffer would do the final."

Nico

"What would we bet?"

"If I win, I want you to seriously consider a proposal. If you win --"

"You have to tell me why you can't have a boyfriend," I finished.

She

Shaking

"I'd like my pre-interview first, then we can talk."

"Alright." I started to read over her application but she protested.

"I believe I have an expectation of privacy during an interview. Is there a room we can use?"

I

"So, Miss Dewpot," I read the name she wrote on the application, "why do you want to work at this lab?"

"Well, I've always found computers sexy, what with all those big hard drives and such."

I made a check mark. "And what are your best qualities?"

She

"All admirable qualities," I agreed. "What's you're greatest weakness?"

"If

"I'm

"I

She

"Anyway,

"As

"The

I

I

Nico shook her head vigorously. "No, of course not, no money will change hands, although I will get a piece of the action."

"What do you mean?"

"Afterwards,

"Sounds like everyone will get off. Will I?"

She

"Why should I take you to dinner?"

"It's

I sat in that room for a long time and pondered on what kind of sociopath I had gotten mixed up with.

I

Of

"Like what."

"I

Nico nodded. "Of course. If you feel uncomfortable or get some weird vibe off a client you can call it off."

I was appalled. "Did you just say client?"

"Maybe

"Someday

On

Over

Nico

The

Her

She

By

The

Amanda

Amanda

"I'll

I

With

She

"Thank

Blondish-brown

She

When

I

Not

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked when I was finally still.

"Which: Amanda or the crowd?"

I could feel her shrug against me. "Tell me about the crowd. What happened?"

"I'm

After

I nodded numbly. "That's nice. So, what's next?"

"We

So

Nico

Sometime

I

In

"I know," and she was gone.

Final

After

Still,

Was

To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by mi woodsman, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

Based on a post by mi woodsman, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Everyone has a story about their first time. Some are sweet and romantic, some are incredible, some are bizarre and some are disasters. My story may be all those things rolled into one. When I think back even I have a hard time believing what happened. I do know that I wouldn't be where I am today without the incredible woman who dropped so suddenly into my life, a woman I met the fall of my second year at college. I owe her so much.
Thomas.

I was getting that familiar buggy feeling I get when I'm in a crowd and my anxiety starts to crank up, but I kept it in check by looking down and avoiding everyone's gaze. The party was in full swing with music blaring from the lounge halfway down the dorm hall. Eager drinkers pressed in around me as I pumped the keg. There was not one familiar face in the crowd. Everyone there was with my roommate or his circle of friends. Normally, I wouldn't have associated with my roommate and would have preferred the quiet solitude of the library but the thought of strangers touching my things had been too much, so I volunteered to man the keg. This way, I could keep an eye on my stuff and get free beer.

Black leather combat boots appeared on the floor before me, a change from all the tennis shoes, sandals, and flip-flops I had been seeing.

Later those boots and those eyes were back, looking for more beer. Her hands were empty, though, and the supply of plastic cups had run out several minutes before. "Sorry," I said. "What happened to your cup?"

She scowled. "I put it down to send a text and it must have been picked up by one these ass-hat frat boys." Pointing to a half-full mug on the shelf next me she asked, "Whose is that?"

"Mine," I explained and she picked it up and downed the rest before smirking and holding it out. I refilled it and she took a long sip off the top before handing it back.

"I'm Nico," she volunteered as I took a drink.

"Thomas," I said as she took the mug from my hands. A black widow tattoo decorated the inside of her left wrist and another tattoo, green vines twisting and choking a broken clockwork, adorned her right bicep. I counted at least nine different piercings in her ears and eyebrow. She was short, almost a foot shorter than me, with a slight build. At first glance she appeared frail but I noticed the way the cords stood out on her arms as she randomly plucked textbooks off my shelf and thumbed through them before replacing them in the wrong location. "Nico's a unique name," I said, attempting conversation. I winced inwardly at the awkward rhyming of my statement.

"Short for Nicole," she explained without looking up from my Physics text.

I stole a sidelong glance at her body. Her legs were pale and smooth and looked soft to the touch. On her left thigh I could see just the bottom of another tattoo and wondered what it could be. When I looked up she was watching me intently. Attempting to cover my embarrassment I joked, "Did you just come from the Young Republicans meeting?"

"Church? I'm an altar girl," she said without missing a beat. She looked me over critically. "You don't fit in, either."

I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans but I knew what she meant. My body language was all wrong. I nodded. "My roommate's party, my roommate's friends, his friends' friends, and so on. You know anyone here?"

She shook her head. "No one. I walked a friend back to her room after a movie, heard the music and decided to crash."

We talked as I continued pouring beers. Nico told me she was majoring in sociology and I said I was studying computer science and engineering. The fact that she didn't run away after I told her was encouraging. The music down the hall was cranked even higher and drinkers crowded in around us, forcing us closer together. Nicole shouted one-sided conversation in my ear as I pumped the keg. To be honest, I don't recall too much of what she said but I clearly remember the feel of her breath on my ear and the five times her body rubbed against my arm as the crowd pressed in.

Eventually the keg ran dry and I had the unenviable task of turning away drunk but thirsty souls, their collective mood turning darker by the moment. All of my attempts to get them out the door failed, the crowd grew more surly. In the end it was Nico who drove them from the room with pushes and kicks, swearing at them the whole time. I taped a sign on the door, closed it and locked it.

"Thanks. I thought we were going to be overrun."

"The only thing a mob will understand is force," she explained. It sounded like she was disappointed in me in some way. "You need to be more forceful and not let them walk all over you." I nodded mutely, thoroughly chastised. Then she smiled slightly. "Anyway, I owed you for sharing your mug."

Nico sat cross-legged on my bed, sipping what was left of the beer, watching me shuffle around the room picking up trash. Her skirt had ridden up a bit exposing more of her thighs. I pretended not to notice and concentrated on stacking discarded plastic cups and tossing them in the wastebasket. I finally got to my bookshelf and was, at last, able to reshuffle the textbooks into the correct order. The urge to touch them seven times almost overwhelmed me but I fought it successfully. Only crazy people touch things like that. When I looked at her I saw she had a curious expression on her face.

"What?"

Her eyes narrowed and her lips twisted thoughtfully. Finally, she asked, "Are you gay?"

"No," I said, completely unoffended. It was not the first time that question had been asked of me.

"Didn't think so." She patted the mattress next to her. "Come here and take a break."

I sat on the bed with my back against the wall. I tried to look relaxed on the outside but I doubt I succeeded. Every nerve in my body was jangling and my body felt stiff as a board. Nico didn't seem to notice. Instead she rubbed at a mark on her skirt before turning and looking at me closely. I started to wither under her stare.

"What?" I asked again, afraid she had noticed my right ear lobe was slightly larger than my left.

She shook her head, a frown on her face. "You're not like other guys, are you?"

"No, I suppose not."

She nodded, absently picking at the scuff mark. Without warning she kissed me, hard, pinning me against the wall. Once I recovered from the initial shock I began to return the kiss but I was always a step behind. Her tongue forced its way past my lips, so alive and electric. My hand went to her back; her hand went to my crotch as she drove me down onto the bed. Tentatively I moved my hand down to her ass and she boldly shoved her hand down the front of my jeans.

She stopped kissing and stared at my crotch, her hand squeezing up and down my length. Her hands scrabbled at my jeans, tugging them down to my thighs until I was exposed and erect before her. Nico muttered, "No fucking way!"

Before I had a chance to speak she had me in her mouth. Someone was pounding on the door, jiggling the handle and demanding beer. The shouting and pounding and sucking continued unabated for several minutes until the knocker finally took the hint and went away. All I could hear, aside from the thudding of my heart, were the soft wet sounds of her mouth sliding over my cock.

The feel of her tongue was too much and my whole body tensed. With a groan I came, eliciting a muted whimper from Nico. She continued bobbing for another minute, the sensations intensifying with each bob, drawing out more groans from deep within me body. Finally, she ceased and let me slide from her lips. She sat back against the wall and dabbed at the corners of her mouth before sucking on her finger.

I lay there, stunned and pleased and vulnerable and invincible all rolled into one. The feeling of invincibility faded, though, and I gradually became aware I was lying naked in front of a girl with my now-limp cock on full display. Embarrassed, I started to pull my pants up but her hand stopped me.

"Don't; seeing it pleases me," she said. "Your very first blowjob?" I nodded dumbly and she smiled. "Thought so. What did you think?"

I tried to put it into words but my vocabulary failed me. "It was amazing. I-" How could I describe something made me feel so many different emotions all at one time? Instead, I shrugged and shook my head.

She nodded in agreement. "Kneel on the floor in front of me." I did and she scooted to the edge of the bed. Nico gathered her kilt in her hands, slowly revealing the pale flesh of her thighs, the serpent tattoo that started on her left hip and rose towards her abdomen, and the black cotton of her panties. She pulled my face to her crotch and I stared at it. "Kiss it," she commanded.

I pressed my lips against the dry fabric. Nico shifted and I felt soft yielding flesh under the panties. Her musk filled my nose and I became light-headed. I kissed her again, my mouth open slightly and her hips rose slightly to meet me. Without hesitation I licked her and the cotton turned from dry to damp to wet and then I could faintly taste her. I tongued her roughly through her panties, wanting, needing more until she pushed my head back with one hand.

Those green eyes, punctuated by black eyeliner, stared at me intently. I couldn't tell if she was pleased or angry but I did recognize her surprise. I don't know how long she held me there but with each passing moment I became more desperate to taste her again. Finally, her eyes narrowed and with her free hand she pushed her panties down her thighs, leaving me to pull them the rest of the way off. The hand holding my hair slowly relaxed and dropped away.

I bent down and softly kissed her inner thigh. She tasted like fall, of rain and the sweet smell of slowly decaying leaves. I kissed higher and now I could truly smell her. I paused and, for the first time in my life, gazed at a woman's sex. Neatly trimmed black pubic hair framed her glistening folds. The swollen clit bulged slightly under its hood, calling to me. I could feel her heat on my face, drawing me in. My tongue parted her, delved into her, and dipped into her nectar. A guttural moan filled my ears and my soul fell into her, drowning happily in the pool of her wet heat.

With slow and tender licks and kisses, I explored every nook and cranny of her, liberating her juices, coating my mouth and chin. Low, primal sounds filled the room only to be muted by the sudden pressure of her thighs against my head. I pushed on, my tongue darting and flicking and she trembled and shook beneath me. Her thighs hugged my face, each squeeze more powerful than the last, cutting off the blood to my brain until the world dimmed.

When I came to my senses Nico had me by my hair and was twisting my head painfully to the side. Tremors rolled through her body and she looked down at me triumphantly. Her face was flush and sweat beaded on her forehead. With a crooked smile she pushed me away playfully in an odd display of affection. I wiped my face with my shirt and realized my erection was back.

Nico looked at the clock and bolted from the bed. "Shit! My curfew is in ten minutes!"

I couldn't believe my ears. "You live in Mother Mary?" I teased. She shot me a dangerous look as she smoothed down her skirt. To make up for the slight I offered to walk her back.

We hustled across campus to Mary Hall, the lone all-women dorm on campus. Also known as Mother Mary, the Nunnery, or, more crudely, the Virgin Vault, it was the only dorm that had a curfew. A favorite of over-protective parents to guard their daughters against all the evils of college life, it was also the only dorm with a waiting list. We got to the front doors with two minutes to spare according to the large antique clock over the entrance. Nico kissed me lightly on the lips before disappearing inside. I was walking on air on my way home before realization set in.

I had forgotten to get her number and I didn't know her last name. I'm such an idiot.

The following week I walked slowly past Mary Hall on the way to and from class hoping I'd run into Nico, even walking out of my way whenever I had time. I had her panties which I had found balled up under the edge of my bed and I carried them with me like I was the prince in a perverted version of Cinderella. Not once did I get a glimpse of her. I slept with the shirt I had worn that night. I hadn't washed it and I could still smell her on it.

After two weeks I had almost given up seeing her again. I was in my room catching up on homework when I heard a voice. "Hey." I looked up at those brilliant green eyes. Nico was standing in my open door wearing a t-shirt and ripped jeans, a lock of jet black hair covering one eye. She flashed that crooked smile and asked, "Am I bothering you?"

"Nope," I said, quickly closing my Advanced Calculus textbook. She shut the door and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Is your roommate around?"

"No, he rarely sleeps here. He usually stays with friends who belong to the frat he's rushing so I basically get the room to myself."

"About that night," she began but stopped. She gave me a cold, hard stare. "You haven't told anyone about it, have you?" I swore I hadn't. "Good, keep it that way. You tell anyone and I'll hurt you."

"I swear, I won't say anything," I said meekly, withering under her gaze. She was starting to scare the absolute shit out of me.

"Okay, I believe you." She looked at me for a long moment then said, "Take off your clothes."

"What?"

"Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked."

"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself.

Nico stood up, tilted her head and looked curiously at me. "Are you a virgin?"

I swallowed and avoided her eyes. I finally shrugged and confessed, "I've never done those things before."

"What? Kiss a girl? Feel another person's tongue on your own? Touch a girl's ass?" I stared at the floor under the desk. I was too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. "Or was it something else?" she persisted.

"You know, like what you did to me," I bumbled.

"You mean when I put your erect cock in my mouth and sucked on it until you ejaculated your sperm down my throat. That's called a blowjob."

"Right. That." I swallowed nervously and went on. "And what I did to you."

"Ah, you mean cunnilingus, more commonly known as eating me out or licking my cunt."

"Yeah, licking your, you know, pussy."

Nico shook her head. "You didn't lick my cat, you licked my cunt."

"Ok."

"Did you like licking my cunt?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"I liked licking you."

"I want you to say the word." She waited, an amused expression on her face. She was thoroughly enjoying how uncomfortable I was. "Say, cunt."

"Cunt," I said quietly, flinching as I did so. All my life I had been taught that was the worst word one could ever say.

She laughed. "My God, you really are a virgin, in more ways than one." Her laughter shamed me and my ears burned. I felt so small. "Well, at least I know you're clean. Tell me, Thomas, are you one of those types who save themselves for marriage? Did you swear a promise to your God you would remain pure and chaste until your wedding night?" she mocked.

"Not that it's any of your business, but no," I said a bit defensively.

"Do you believe in God, Thomas?"

"No, do you?"

Nico snorted with derision. "I have don't have time to waste on that nonsense." She unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down. "I don't have time to waste, period. Do you want to lick my cunt again, Thomas?" She reached into her panties. "I'm so wet and I'm so willing. Do you want to taste me, Thomas?" She pulled her hand out and held it up in front of me. Two of her fingers glistened and shone. I was already salivating. I nodded. "Then take off your goddamn clothes." There was a menace behind those words even though they were said neutrally.

I stood and peeled off my shirt then my jeans. After a moment's hesitation I kicked off my boxers. Nico shook her head and pointed at my feet. I understood and pulled off my socks. I stood there in the middle of my room naked and semi-aroused as Nico walked slowly around me appraising my body. I silently prayed she wouldn't notice my earlobes or that my rib cage was a little asymmetrical. She stopped in front of me and raised an eyebrow as she looked at my cock.

"Utterly fucking amazing," she said softly. "How big is it?"

Like most guys, I had been curious with the length of my cock. I had measured it and done my research but for some reason I was embarrassed to admit that to her. Instead, I simply said, "Bigger than average, I suppose."

She shook her head. "Indeed it is. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me again and my memory was fucked up. But there it is." She sighed. "On your knees," she commanded.

I obeyed. Nico kicked off her jeans and stood before me. "I can't have a boyfriend," she said, as I tasted her. I didn't care. I just nodded and drank her in.

In the end, she was sitting naked in the desk chair with one leg draped over the armrest and me kneeling on the floor in front of her, my head buried between her legs as orgasm chased orgasm. When she finally pushed me away almost a half an hour had passed.

Brief explosions of pain blossomed in my knees as I stood, my joints stiff. I rubbed my neck to work out the kinks and looked down at Nico. She lay there, draped over the chair, wasted with exhaustion but with a satisfied look on her face. Her small, pert tits rose and fell, her nipple ring catching the light with each breath. The tattoo of a serpent wrapped around an apple covered her left hip, up her abdomen, to just below her left tit.

She motioned me over until I was standing next to her. "Masturbate on me," she said, tipping her head back, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. Her voice was tired and strained and for a brief moment, she looked sickly. When I hesitated she said emphatically, "Thomas, I want you to jerk off, until your cum sprays over my face!"

I stood over her and masturbated as Nico's hands played lightly over her body, her fingers teasing her nipples and tracing random patterns over her stomach. The room was silent except for the rhythmic whispering of skin rubbing skin. She still had her eyes closed, and her mouth half-open and inviting. I watched her drive her middle finger deep into her cunt. With her other hand she caressed my sac, pulling me closer to her expectant mouth until the tip of my cock rubbed against her lips.

She sucked it momentarily then whispered, "I can't have a boyfriend."

I continued stroking, my orgasm nearing. Her lips nuzzled the underside of the fleshy tip, sending jolts of electricity directly down my shaft, through my balls and up my spine. With a groan the dam burst. White lines of cum jetted across the bridge of her nose and caught in her heavy lashes. She pulled me into her mouth and I came some more. When I was finished my knees felt weak.

"I can't have a boyfriend," she repeated as my seed dribbled slowly from the corner of her mouth.

I offered her a towel to clean up. Nico climbed wearily into my bed and pulled the covers over her. I watched her sleep for a while before I got dressed and went back to my desk. I touched every item on the desktop exactly seven times in the proper order before I could resume my calculus homework, letting her sleep for an hour before I woke her gently.

"Nico, you have to get back before curfew," I said softly. She mumbled an acknowledgement and pulled me into bed, her buttocks pressing up against my growing erection. We lay there for several minutes, me lightly stroking her hair. At last she rose from the bed and dressed.

She looked me steadily in the eye. "I can't have a boyfriend."

"I know," I said. "Come on, I'll walk you back to your dorm."

This time, I remembered to get her phone number.

The next evening we were sitting in a booth at a busy coffee shop. Alternative music played overhead as students studied and writers pretended to write the great American novel on their laptops. I'm not the type to go out in public but Nico had succeeded in dragging me out of my room. I surreptitiously tapped the handle of my mug the correct number of times before I drank. Nico took a sip of her coffee and carefully set it down.

"How come you don't have a girlfriend?"

The question caught me off guard. I thought for a minute then shrugged. It couldn't hurt to tell her the truth. "I have an anxiety disorder that makes it hard for me to meet people, especially girls."

She frowned. "You didn't have any problems talking to me that first night."

"That's partly because of the beer," I explained, "and mostly that you talked to me first. You broke the ice and you carried the conversation. If you think back, I just went along for the ride."

"So," she shrugged, "why don't you meet girls at parties or bars?"

I fidgeted with a stirring straw, twisting it into knots. "Crowds make me anxious, I mean, really anxious. There's a reason I'm sitting with my back to the rest of the room, so I don't know how many people are here. I can't go to any athletic events, and if a campus bus is crowded I'll wait for the next one which sometimes makes me late for class. Even big lectures give me a buggy feeling." The straw finally snapped between my fingers on the forty-third twist.

There's a name for what I have: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Why I didn't tell Nico I have OCD I'll never know. Maybe it's because I'm keenly aware of how crazy I am. My main obsession is numbers. I count everything, how many twists it takes to break a straw or how many steps I take to and from class. My compulsion is having to touch things seven times to make everything all right. The anxiety on top of OCD was just a perk.

"Oh my God, you've never been to a football game?" she asked incredulously. "That's a sacrilege at this school."

I shook my head. "Just the thought of a hundred thousand people all in one place makes me nauseous."

"Do you get full-blown panic attacks?" I nodded. "Ever tried medication?"

I chewed on my lower lip. The subject was a touchy one because of the stigma of taking prescribed meds. It had been my experience that once someone found out they treated me differently. But Nico wasn't like other people. "Yeah, but I haven't found one I like. They do help alleviate the anxiety but they all have drawbacks. Some made me feel like a zombie, some are better but everything is still a tad foggy, and some have undesirable side effects."

"Such as?"

I fidgeted in my seat. I hated talking about it but Nico's piercing gaze wouldn't let me go. "This one particular drug gave me a raging erection."

"Sounds like fun," she said mischievously, "what with all that meat you're packing."

"It wasn't. I was sixteen and already a typical horny teenager. I got plenty of erections all on my own. When I was on the med I was hard all the time and not only was it embarrassing it was also very painful."

"Do you have any of those pills left?" she asked, her voice full of hope.

"No, I flushed them a long time ago." Nico pouted at me across the table.

We sipped our coffee in silence until Nico declared, "You are a fucking enigma." I couldn't decide if I should be insulted by that. "You're a virgin who can barely go out in public, let alone talk to women, but you have a cock any girl would kill to suck or fuck. And there's no way you should be that good at eating me out. How can you be that good?" I shrugged as I had no clue. "Did someone teach you?"

"No, but I do like watching it in videos," I admitted. "In fact, it's the only kind of porn I like. I really enjoy seeing a woman get off." That wasn't the whole truth, though. A more accurate statement is that I always have a feeling something bad will happen if the woman doesn't orgasm. Watching a video for the first time always fills me with trepidation as I don't know if they will show the woman climaxing.

"What's it like for you, what's going through your mind when you have your tongue buried in my cunt?"

"I don't know." I paused. "It's like I'm in some sort of trance and it's the only thing in the world. Nothing else exists. Maybe I blackout or something, you know, the way an alcoholic will blackout when they've been drinking."

Nico nodded at me. "Try to describe what it's like to lick me."

I thought about it for a long time before I said, "It's kind of like eating a perfectly ripe peach. You know, there's that window of two or three weeks in August when Michigan Red Haven peaches are the perfect ripeness. You bite into the fuzzy skin and the sweet juice rolls down your chin and you can't help but to slurp it up and the flesh is soft yet firm under your tongue. That's the closest I can come to describing it."

 To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by mi woodsman, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

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That

I had two choices: dwell on the love I had found and now lost or apply that energy into my studies. I chose the latter.

Mrs.

Busy.

Can't.

No.

I wasn't trying to be rude, but I was still processing this strange brew of deceit and devotion, that had left me so fucked up.

At times, I would masturbate to the memories of our time together, but visions of The Bishop would cloud those thoughts.

I

But

I

It was mid-January when I came out of Langdell Hall on the Harvard campus and saw her standing there. She was all alone.

I

Her face showed a little weight, but in her winter coat, you couldn't tell she was six months pregnant.

I asked her why she was there. Was everything Okay? Was she okay?

Her answer was unexpected. Everything was fine. Perfect. Except she felt lonely.

She

The

I

So here she was, and I; didn't say any of that.

She didn't need my semen, my support, my permission. She was here for me.

"Can we talk?" she asked.

We walked through the campus, coming to a quiet place to sit and talk.

"Does The Bishop know you're here?"

"No, I'm in Boston for a physical at Brigham and Women's. A woman at forty, they treat a pregnancy like it's high risk."

"You came to Boston for a physical?"

"I'm at seven months, so I won't be able to travel soon."

"But there's nothing wrong? Nothing that requires you to be here?"

"Yes, there is. You."

She had a difficult time making eye contact and looked at her lap as she spoke.

"I've

"Yeah, the truth. That was a hell of a lot of truth."

"I know. I didn't see it coming. It was different with your father,"

"See what coming?"

"My feelings for you. I mean, with your dad, it was fun and comforting, and we never let emotions get in the way."

"Well, I'm not my dad, I guess. I've only impregnated you once."

I

"I

We sat there in silence. She had, without stating the words, seemingly proclaimed everlasting love for me.

"So, what happens now?"

I

"So, nothing changes? This charade continues?"

"Everything changes. I think I made it clear how I feel for you. Do you understand how complicated that is for me?"

She was a master of bringing the story back to herself.

Complicated for her? She had created this world, she chose it; I had been conscripted.

Still,

She got up to go.

"I have an appointment. But I'm staying at the Copley Plaza if you want to come by and say goodbye or talk some more."

She

I stood to face here.

"Of course, we don't have to talk," she said, then turned and walked across the quad toward a waiting town car.

It was early evening when I arrived at the Copley Plaza Hotel. I went to the front desk to find her room.

"Can you call Amanda Barton's room for me. Tell her Ethan is here?"

The clerk handed me a room key.

"She said her husband was coming by. Ethan, is it?"

"Yes, Ethan. Her husband," I said, trying to sound sincere. "I'm her husband."

The clerk handed me a room key and gestured to the elevators.

"14 23, and congratulations."

I

I

"Ethan?" she asked from the bathroom.

"Umm, yeah. They gave me a room key, so I let myself in."

I

"I might have gone heavy on the coffee today."

"Should you even be drinking coffee?"

"Decaf. Not as much fun, but it turns out the poop effect is the same."

"And so, the shower."

She smiled.

"You know me. Poop and a shower. Some things don't change even if my body has."

I

Perhaps my gaze betrayed me.

"You're curious, aren't you?" she said with a mischievous smile.

"Very."

I could tell she was anxious, which was a notable shift from her typically confident demeanor.

She

I

I had so many questions about female physiology during pregnancy, but this didn't seem like the right time to ask.

I

She

"You look; incredible," I said, closing the distance between us.

"I've missed you. I wanted to come here so many times to see you and;"

I cut her off.

"I missed you, too."

"With

"But you got what you needed from both of us."

She looked down and rubbed her belly with a smile.

"Not this," she said, referring to our child within her.

"This," she said as she moved in and kissed me passionately.

The

She

My body responded in kind. I wanted to join her, but was unsure how.

"How do we do this?" I asked, genuinely bewildered.

She

She

Having

Perhaps this blowjob is the end game. I'll just let her lead.

After

I

She

"For

But

Her

She

"It's different, right?" she said between gasps.

"It's amazing," I managed to reply.

"My body has selected you. It's rewarding you. Go ahead, you can ride me hard. I want you to feel this."

I increased my thrusts, enjoying each sensation from the exquisite lubrication she was creating within her.

The

Our

Pulse

As

Finally,

She winced. But not in pain, but loss.

"I hate that feeling. When you pull out, I hate it."

She

She

On

I hated that man for possessing two things that were rightfully mine.

Hated him.

It

You provide, and I'll take it all.

If I told you the name Daniel Plainview, and said you knew who that was, then know this: The Bishop was worse. I hated him.

My

As

My

Who was I kidding? This was all part of a transaction. And that would be fine if I hadn't fallen in love with Mandy.

Who wouldn't want a no-strings relationship with an attractive woman in exchange for success? Everyone benefits.

So why did I feel like I made a deal with the Devil?

Speaking

It

Throughout

He

"You can say, thank you," he began.

"Excuse me?" I replied, already lost.

"That view, this office, that degree, and my wife. You can say thank you."

You son of a bitch.

"Thank you. I'm pretty sure I've said it before."

"I like to hear it from time to time."

"How is Amanda?" I asked. She was my only concern.

Mrs.

"I'm happy for you."

"I don't have a lot of time, Ethan. I've come here to discuss the final chapter of this story."

And here it was, another transaction.

"Mrs. Barton is ovulating again. She's cut short her breastfeeding for Nelly and is ready to conceive our 7th child."

"How does she feel about this?" I asked.

"She's a dedicated wife of a bastion of the church. That woman understands her traditional role in growing our family.

"Traditional?"

"Yes, Ethan, traditional."

His face was serious and almost deadly. He was threatening me without words. The man was worse than a mob boss.

I held up my hands in mock surrender; I'd not push the issue further.

"You

"And then?"

"And

"It's my home and I don't want to sell it."

"But you will. The paperwork is on your desk. You'll get far beyond market price. I'll make sure of it."

"Mandy likes to use the house, and I have no problem with that."

"She'll have no use for that house with seven children. And, as I said, your privileges in Provo, in all of Utah, are revoked."

The nerve of this guy, telling me I could never go home again. He was exiling me. Of course, I knew why.

"If

He turned to leave.

"I don't think we have closed the negotiations yet."

The Bishop turned to look at me, sizing me up.

"Negotiations? This is not a negotiation."

"Well, if I have something you need. This continues to be a negotiation."

"So, what is it, money? I know what they're paying you here. I don't think you need to put the bite on me."

"No money."

"Then, we're done."

"I want you to watch."

He looked at me coldly and hard.

"I

"You think that will bother me?"

"No,

He smiled and turned to leave.

"Quid pro quo. If I have to watch, so do you."

"Watch what?"

"Did

He held up his phone.

"Do you want to see the videos?

The thought of him doing this was obscene. "Why?" I didn't have to ask, I understood the reason.

I

My

Even

In shorthand, he was a wolf who routinely marked his territory to keep other Alphas at bay. And he was good at it.

"I'll watch, then you watch and I hope you enjoy the show."

He got up and looked at me with a condescending sneer.

"For a Harvard man, I expected a much more rigorous negotiation."

He left.

That motherfucker!

I'd have gladly paid him for being with Mandy again. But somehow I just turned this into a tag team cuck show.

I only hoped she would be okay with the strange arrangement.

The

I drove along the twisting, turning road up the mountain, glad to have four-wheel drive because these roads were treacherous.

The

Inside

The

I

The door opened, and Mandy walked in alone.

I was relieved.

"So, he didn't come," I said as we met in a tight embrace.

"He did. He's out there. I asked him to wait."

"I'm sorry about this," I blurted out, "I was only thinking of myself. I wanted to get back at him."

She held my face and gently kissed me, stopping me from continuing.

"No, it's all good. I want this too. He needs to see what love is. Something he's incapable of providing."

As she kissed me, memories of all our encounters flooded back. I desperately wanted her now.

"We drove here from Provo. We never talked once."

She was dressed warmly, but the fire was making the chalet toasty. She took off her coat to reveal a modest outfit.

"I wanted to wear something a little sexier, but The Bishop chose my clothes."

She then bit her lip in that sexy way that drove me nuts.

"He

My

"Does he know?" I asked.

"He has no idea," she said with a giggle.

She

"Put it back on," I whispered.

She smiled and obeyed.

"Lay on the bed, head off the side," she whispered, "I have a treat for you."

I

"Is he coming in?" I asked.

"Don't think about that," she whispered. "Think about this."

With

"The

My

I

I knew vanilla wasn't her favorite flavor. Did he?

As

Her hands slipped across my torso.

"I

She began to massage my cock through my underwear, but could longer bear her undergarments blocking my tongue from her clit.

She

"I let it grow for you," she whispered.

The

Her

Bending

Her

She peeled my underwear back to reveal my cock, and smiled, giving it gentle kisses while she masturbated me.

She

She

I

I

I

Pressing

Her

She was anxious to get to it and spread her legs wide, opening a pink pathway through her dark tangle of pubic hair.

"Please," she whispered in gentle desperation.

This

She gently began to move her hips in a hula fashion causing her cunt to clamp on to my cock and massage it.

Placing

There was no sound other than our heavy breathing and the wet noises my cock was causing her pussy to make.

"I'm close," I whispered.

It was happening faster than I hoped, but it had been too long, and per instructions, I hadn't masturbated in weeks.

"Me too," she whispered.

"Do it from behind," a voice said without emotion.

I

I

"Greater odds of conception," he growled. "Do it from behind."

I

"From behind," he said again in a tone that let us know this wasn't open to negotiation.

She looked at me with eyes that seemed to say we should do as instructed.

Mandy

She kept her knees on the bed and assumed the doggy position with her ass presented toward me. She lowered her torso halfway.

We had done it this way countless times, and I now knew why: to increase the likelihood of conception.

I

Her

I

I

For

My

It

She

I

I

Feeling

Our bodies came to a stop, and I slumped over her back.

Finally, I relaxed and gently pulled out. I could see the familiar wince in her face, not from pain, but from loss.

She rolled over, and I crawled forward. Her pussy, now filled with my seed, made another pist sound. She held me tight.

She

We

The

Mandy

When satisfied, he wiped his fingers on the sheets and headed down the stairs to the big room.

I could hear him rummaging around downstairs as Mandy whispered to me.

"He's going to leave soon, so we'll be alone."

"What about the part where he has sex with you? That paternity nonsense he talked about."

"I'll go downstairs and take care of it. I don't want you to be a part of that."

I

Mandy got up and put on a robe.

"I'll come with you," I replied.

"No, you don't want to do that. I'll be right back."

She

Downstairs I could hear low voices, and I had to resist the urge to go down and intervene. I knew what he was doing to her.

I heard the door to the Chalet close, and then Mandy returned to the room. She was silent and resolved and sat down on the bed.

I moved in next to her and held her tight.

"Did he;"

She shook her head no.

"He tried," she began, "but he couldn't get an erection. Maybe the whisky."

"He's coming back tomorrow to try again."

"Let's get out of here. We can find another place. You can come back to Denver and be with me."

She moved in close to me and held on tight.

"You know how this works, Ethan. I can't just follow my heart."

"So, you admit you want to be with me."

"You know that."

"But I want to hear it from you, now."

She looked at me with sincere eyes that telegraphed her lost situation.

"I want to be with you forever; " she whispered.

Hearing those words filled me with hope. She loved me, just like I loved her. No more playing pretend; this was real.

She

"I

These were my desires too, but in a few days, she would be gone, and it was unlikely I would ever see her again.

She

I was always amazed how quickly I could refract with her.

The

"I just want him to return and finish this part."

"Look at that snow, he's not going to drive up in this weather. Can you track him? Track his phone, see if he's on the move?"

"No, I'm not allowed to track his phone," she said.

The heavy snow offered us a sense of peace, knowing that he wouldn't drive until the weather improved.

It

I remained in the loft, listening to see if it was The Bishop.

It wasn't.

I looked outside to see two police four-wheel drive vehicles from the Summit County Sheriff’s department.

I snuck to the stairs to listen.

"There's

"My God, The Bishop! Is he okay?"

"The Bishop?"

"Rob Barton. My husband's church title is Bishop. Where is he? I'll get my coat."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, I wish I were here with better news, but;"

"Oh, God no. Please no. Don't say that; "

I tensed up listening to the officer breaking horrible news to Mandy.

"Looks

"There must be a mistake. He left here to go back to Denver for meetings."

The officers remained quiet.

"That has to be someone else's car," she continued, begging for it not to be true."

"No,

"Well, he doesn't drink."

"Are you certain of that?"

"Perhaps on occasion."

The Sheriff looked at the bottle of bourbon on the counter.

Was he drinking when he left here?

"I didn't think he was drunk. I wouldn't have let him drive if he were."

"Who does that other car belong to?" the Sheriff asked. "Is it yours?"

"Umm, no. It's our lawyer's car."

I froze. The Bishop was dead. And she had just told the cops who owned the car in the driveway.

"Is he here? Can we speak to him?"

"No, my son's here. He borrowed the car to drive up from Denver to see us."

"Your son?"

"Gideon. He's upstairs. I think he's in the shower."

What the hell?

She had been telling the truth up until now.

Why did she just lie?

Perhaps she didn't want to explain why I was there. Maybe it was a knee-jerk reaction. But now, I was part of this event.

I

A deputy sheriff was leaning against his car.

"What's going on here?" I asked, pretending to be unaware.

"The Sheriff is inside speaking with the homeowner. May I ask who you are?"

I hesitated.

Should I tell the truth? I mean, why not?

"Your name?" he asked again.

"Gideon Barton. This is my parents' place. What's wrong?"

I could see why this guy remained outside. He was uncomfortable delivering bad news.

"Umm, nothing. Why don't you go inside? The Sheriff can explain to you."

I quickly entered to see Mandy sitting at a table, crying. She looked up at me and said;

"Gideon; "

"Mom," I replied. "What's going on?"

The Sheriff turned to me.

"And you are?"

"Gideon Barton. Mom, what's going on?"

The sheriff proceeded to tell me what he had told Mandy. And I pretended to be hearing it for the first time.

This was Academy Award-level acting on my part.

I went to Mandy and held her tight, making sure it was how a son would console his mother, not how a lover would.

I was determined to show heartbreak when, in fact, I was elated. I don't wish death on anyone. Well, almost anyone.

The

When the Sheriff left, Mandy and I stood quietly in the chalet. If ever there was a need for a shot of Whisky, it was now.

I took the bottle and poured a glass. She came over quickly, dumped it down the drain, and poured the bottle out.

"That's expensive stuff," I replied.

"My husband's dead because of this."

I looked at her long and hard.

"Was there something in the bottle, Mandy?"

"Yes,

"I'm not him."

"Promise me."

"Okay, I promise. I don't even like it that much."

She came to me when she felt I was sincere, and I embraced her tightly.

"I'm not sorry about what happened," I whispered.

I know it was too soon, but I needed to see if she felt any feelings for him.

"I

"You said I was Gideon. Why lie to a police officer?"

"Do you think I should have said you were my fuck buddy? You were my inseminator?"

"So, what if you did?"

"I have an image to uphold. I'm a good woman of the church. This thing, you and me, The Bishop and all of it. It can't get out."

"It never will, but remember I'm a lawyer. Talk to me before you talk to anyone."

"Is it bad? What did I do? Is it bad?"

"No, he drank too much and drove off a mountain road. Hell, that hill is scary when sober."

I looked at her with assurance in my eyes.

Go

"What if there is an autopsy?"

"That's good, it'll prove he was drunk."

"I don't want an autopsy."

"Why?"

"I

"Fine, you can refuse an autopsy. But if you do, say it's for religious reasons."

"Well, it is."

"Just say it that way then."

I drove her to town, but did not go into the morgue with her.

She was in and out of the morgue fast. She exited with tears, and I saw her thanking a police officer for his kindness.

I

But as she approached me, I could see a subtle smile. The tears were for show.

She got in the car and took a breath.

"It was him."

I breathed a sigh of relief, aware that The Bishop was out of my life and hers.

She held up his phone and handed it to me.

"Please destroy this."

I

"Please don't watch any of it."

"That's the last thing I would ever want to do."

The

We drove to my apartment in Denver and made plane reservations for the morning.

"I'll accompany you home," I offered.

"No, I'll do this part alone. But you should show up in a few days to console me. Friend of the family and all."

She was building the next stage of her life.

"And after I console you?"

"We build our relationship organically. You're there to help; we find each other in need. And it develops."

"This sounds like an alibi."

"Because

She was cunningly calculating, and I was glad to be on her side of the equation.

I agreed to her terms, just as I had on the first day we had sex.

If a slow roll were needed for us to be a couple, I'd pass the time well, knowing we would be together.

I sat on the couch, exhausted. Tomorrow, she'd return to Provo, and I'd follow in a week.

I

She was in the other room, talking to family and breaking the news. I couldn't be a part of that.

I

Inside,

I

The

The sheet had three pills missing.

I saw her standing in the bedroom doorway, looking at me.

"You're looking in my purse?"

"What? No. I'm just;”

"It's okay if you do. You and I don't have any secrets."

She walked over to me and took the purse, then pulled out the Xanax.

"I need to throw these out."

"Why? Is there something you want to tell me?"

She held up a pee on the stick pregnancy test with a bright blue plus sign.

"Not good for our baby," she said with a smile.

You're?

She nodded her head yes.

"Is this the right time? I mean with all that's happened and everything ahead; "

"It's the best possible thing. It's what I wanted."

"What we wanted," I added in.

She needed to know I was onboard.

I embraced her tightly. Our last few days had gone from bliss to horror, and this news was a light at the end of a dark tunnel.

She had it all thought out, as if she had planned this for months.

She

I

It's

I

The upcoming weeks would be challenging, but she would need to cope without medication for the sake of the baby.

I called her when she landed in Salt Lake.

"I know about the Xanax," I told her.

"How? What did you;"

"You

There was a long pause as she considered what I said.

"You're

There was quiet on the line.

"You trust me, don't you?" she asked.

"You know I do. I'll be there next week. I'll help you through this."

"I love you," she said.

"You know I do, too. I'll help you through this, I promise."

"You already have," she replied, and we ended the conversation.

When

I

The Bishop was three months buried when she announced her pregnancy.

He was seven months dead when she and I went out together in public.

He

We

As

When I arrived, she had a roaring fire and was setting up for a prospective buyer.

As

The missing sheet of Xanax. The ones Mandy claimed to have taken back home and then thrown away.

There's

I

I

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"Saturday, Caleb has a soccer tournament all afternoon, and Sunday, oh, I know how much you love Sundays."

Yes, I did, and she could see my eyes light up.

"Tell

She was so matter of fact about this.

"So, church?"

I

"Can't I just wait for you until after church?"

"If you're there with us, I know I'll be sweating just a little more than usual."

She knew my kinks far too well. I couldn't resist her Sunday savor and quickly agreed.

This

I

"You're

"Now?"

"If

"You mean; ?"

She bit her lip in a sensuous way and rolled over presenting her ass to me.

I move quickly to the side table, my breath quickening.

"You're sure?"

"I've been waiting for you to knock at my back door for a while. That Gideon thing really put a damper on our progress."

We

I

I found the coconut oil and the large ass plug and returned to her. She met me with a gentle kiss.

"Here's what I want you to do. Put that in me. All the way"

She

I

I took the large plug and pushed it against her ass. I was tentative, not wanting to bring any pain.

"You can go harder."

With

Another

When her anus was opened to its zenith, the plug was half in and half out, a push could reject it. A pull could accept it.

Her

"You've been practicing," I whispered.

"I know you want to cum in my ass," she whispered, "do you have condoms?"

"Really? We need condoms?"

"You can cum in my ass inside a condom. But then you have to put the contents into my cunt."

I didn't have to ask why. She had made it perfectly clear all summer where my sperm had to end.

"No, I don't have any."

"Go to my house. Bedside table, right side, under a booklet of evening prayers. There are some there."

"You want me to go to your house for condoms?"

"No one is home. Go now while I let this toy relax my muscles. Hurry."

I sat up and thought about this.

"This is nuts."

"I want this for you," she whispered. "The backdoor is open."

I

I

Once I arrived, I approached the bed, opened the bedside table, and saw a metal liquor flask.

I

I gazed at the enormous bed and envisioned Mandy in it with The Bishop. That diminished some of the excitement.

But

Stashing

I walked into the bedroom holding the condoms like a trophy.

Mandy

Her hands were on her thighs just below where her ass cheeks met her legs. She was holding her ass cheeks open wide.

The ass plug handle was glaring at me.

I

"Can you push it out, or should I pull it?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Push it out," I said. Goddam I wanted to see this.

She

She

She

Then

She

Strangely,

I

I

She groaned with pleasure as I expanded her slightly upon entry. Putting a hand back to my thigh, she slowed me.

"Give it a second, baby, just a second."

I paused and could feel her tight muscles on my cock tip, slowly that grip faded and pushed forward.

"Easy now,"

"Oh my God, you're big. You're;"

I

She let out a high-pitched howl, three times in a row, something I had never heard before.

I gave a hard push.

"Oh my God, not all the way in yet, please." She begged.

I

Holding

I

Her

I let out a low groan.

"You like that filthy hole, don't you?" she said.

I

"All I could think of in church was that thick cock of yours in my ass," she continued. "I soaked my panties thinking of you."

Wow,

I tried my hand at it.

"All I could think about in that hot church was to bend you over the pew and fuck your ass in front of the entire congregation."

I

"I would make The Bishop watch me defile you."

She liked that and replied.

"He would be so angry, knowing I let you in my ass."

As

I could have finished but the position was causing my legs to cramp.

I

A

But this position wasn't perfect either. I pulled out to another rush of air and noise.

"It feels numb; It's so good. Keep going," she begged.

I

She made that strange sound of pleasure.

"That's it, baby. Deeper. I can take it,"

I

"I'm going to cum," I declared.

"Do it Baby, you can come in my ass," she reminded me.

There

Her

Despite

My

She

I

I pulled back, and she rolled over to ensure I had done as promised.

My cock was semi hard, and I gently slipped the condom off, holding it closed.

She pulled her legs back, grasping each by the thigh,

She

When

I

We

"Don't you get tired?"

"Exhausted. But this is my life, I chose it, I love it. I really do."

"This part too?"

"Oh, I love this part so much. What I get to do over here is my reward for everything else I do the rest of my day.”

She opened the bedside table drawer and took out the smallest ass plug, then threw it to me.

"You might want to start training that gorgeous behind of yours for Monday."

She

I

I

She

As

"Better get two, who knows, I really might like fucking your ass."

I was blushing, but I obeyed and grabbed a second jar of the best lube around.

I

"What's up with the whisky? You trying to take our coffee game up a notch?"

"Is whisky good in coffee?" she asked with genuine curiosity

"The Irish seem to think so."

I'll have to give it a try. This is for The Bishop. We all have our vices; his is a small taste of whiskey once in a while.

I recalled the flask in his bedside table. It was an interesting tidbit of information.

We

We

Actually,

We got to her house, and I helped unload the car and stock the shelves.

"I had a great time," I said.

"Great time, where?" Hannah said as she walked into the kitchen.

"Costco, your mom took me to Costco. I've never been there. I got socks and some other stuff."

Hannah looked at me nonplused.

"Wow, Ethan, Costco. So exciting?"

"Ethan is learning about the simpler things in life. He's coming to church with us on Sunday."

Hannah brightened up.

"Then I guess Costco will be the highlight of your week."

She left.

"Don't listen to her. You'll find church to be very uplifting."

As long as I was there with her, I didn't mind all the fire and brimstone they could throw at me.

I

The Amazon box arrived two days ago, and it had been several days since we were intimate.

I

Amanda

The Bishop wasn't sitting with us, but rather in a pew alongside other Bishops and elders.

The

Mandy leaned over to me. "Is that me? Am I your helper?"

As

She let the side of her pinky finger graze the side of my hand, sending shivers through my body.

The sermon continued.

"That's why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh."

Again, our hands touched briefly. I could feel the heat of her touch on my skin.

"Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame."

That

The

Amanda

That

He could see how rushed I was. The sweat was beading on my brow.

We hit the drive-through at Sonic. As usual, it was a mess with each kid changing their order.

Food in hand, we raced home. I dropped Ethan off at his house, thanked him for attending church, and was off.

At home, I made Hanna organize her brothers and sister. Food on the table, educational TV on the set. And I was off again.

"I'll be with The Bishop for the afternoon meetings," and headed out.

The rush, the heat of the sun, was making me sweat; something I'd normally hate, but not today, not on a Sunday.

I

I

He was waiting there. His jacket was off, but his shirt and tie still on. I looked right at him with an almost animal desire.

It

I approached him with intention.

"On your knees," I said dispassionately.

He obeyed. I pulled up my dress to reveal the LDS undergarments I knew he loved. He could see I soaked right through them.

He

I let go of his head and he brought his hands up to pulled down my LDS panties and reveal my soaked pussy.

As he did he was met with a wet smack as my bright pink seven-inch lady cock flopped out surprising him.

He looked up at me and marveled.

"You wore it to church!"

I bit my lip innocently and nodded.

He

The

If he wants balls after today, I'll get another.

It

It

No one in church knew, not even Ethan, and that alone caused me exhilaration.

Now,

I

I could smell my mating scent and a hint of the silicone from my lady cock as the room filled with the odor of impending sex.

Ethan

He

Oh God, he's good at this. So good.

My

He

I

I

I

I

He

My

I pulled his hair tight then moved them to the back of his head and began to fuck his face with my cunt.

I

He

Sometimes

And then I came. Hard.

He

My

I

I

I could see a look of guilt in his eyes.

I

He

I

We

As

Ethan

I

I

"That looks kind of big," he said with a bit of panic.

"Now you know what I have to deal with."

I continued to stroke it.

He

While

He

I

I

He

Ethan

Ethan

I

He

I began to stroke it and held it erect, to show him what to expect.

He crawled back up the bed and lay on his back next to me, stroking himself as I rubbed my lady cock.

He's ready for me.

I

He responded in kind, masturbating himself. I gestured to the coconut oil that was sitting on the bedside table.

He

"Legs back," I commanded.

He

I

I

He

Then

How

From

I

Ethan made a moan that betrayed the pain.

"Should I stop?" I asked.

He shook his head no.

And

I

But then he winced, I had met the inner sphincter, a far tougher doorman.

With a push from my hips, he let out a gentle groan of pleasured pain, and I was past the last barrier.

From self-experience, I knew the pain was behind us and proceeded inward.

I

I

At

Our

I pulled up thrusting my hips, driving my girl cock deeper in my young man's ass, catching him by surprise.

"You like my cock in your ass?" I asked.

I demanded an answer.

I

Grabbing a pillow, I brought it to us.

Put that pillow under your back. I need to go deeper.

Ethan obeyed and put the pillow under the small of his back as I stroked my girl cock for him to watch.

"Bring your ass to me"

He complied and scooched down like an obedient boy.

I

Placing

He grunted as he held his legs back in a position that could only be for anal sex or a doctor's examination.

I

The

Ethan's

"Do you like me fucking you?" I asked.

"I do; this is;"

I gave my girl cock a hard shove and he winced unable to finish his sentence.

"I love how you're taking it."

I

My

I was about to cum. It was unexpected, and frankly, the timing was not;

"Oh, my God!" He shouted. "Oh, my God!"

Then,

He

I came to a slow stop with my girl cock still deep in his rectum. I release my grip on his ankles and put his feet down.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know that would happen," he said with a little bit of fear.

"It's Okay," I replied. "It's fine."

"No, it's not. You have your rules, and I felt myself coming, but I thought I could hold on longer."

"It was amazing to watch. Amazing."

"But I didn't finish inside you."

"The Lord will forgive. We can all count on his forgiveness."

I put my hand on his semi thick cock and gently stroked it to coax several pearls of cum to bubble out and over.

He

He lay there almost helpless as I sat up to look down on my young man.

I had so much to tell him. There were things he needed to know.

I

"So, you're going to forget all about me when you return to Boston?" I asked with a pouting face.

"If that were even possible," he replied.

Mandy snuggled in close to me, holding me tight.

"So, you're going to forget all about me when you return to Boston?" she asked with a pouting face.

"If that were even possible," I replied.

"You know it's not too late to return to the church. I'd very much like to be together in the celestial kingdom."

She was offering me a relationship for when we both died and went to LDS heaven.

"Like they would even let me in."

"Why don't you think you'll be in the celestial kingdom?" she asked, confused by my doubt.

"Well, beyond my lack of faith, there is this adultery conundrum. Judgment day might be a little harder for people like me."

She got serious at the word 'adultery'.

"This isn't adultery; It's not something to make jokes about."

I had never seen her so serious.

What was I thinking?

If I were an adulterer, so was she, and considering her husband and family, her transgressions were more serious than mine.

The last thing I wanted was to introduce the real world into our small fantasy life.

"I'm sorry, that was insensitive."

"What if I told you The Bishop knows I'm here. He knows what we do when we're together."

I laughed at the notion.

"God forbid. That would be a huge problem."

"Not if I was here with his permission."

I was confused by her hypotheticals and concerned she might be feeling the need to confess our summer tryst to her husband.

"If you're thinking of telling him, I can give you a hundred reasons not to.

"You're not listening to me. I don't have to tell him, he knows I'm here. He knows what we do here."

Panic washed over me.

I sat up in bed and looked at her.

"Please tell me you're making a joke."

She didn't smile.

My mouth went dry. My head began to spin.

"Why would he;"

"Why would he allow me to be with you? To make love with you? To let you take me as a husband takes his wife?"

I had no words.

"The same reason he let your father take me for eighteen years."

"My father? What does he have to do with this? With us?"

She sat up now.

"About the time your mother died, we found out The Bishop could not father children."

"He has children," I reminded her. "Five of them."

"No, your father sired all my children. From Gideon down to John-John. Your father, not The Bishop, gave me those children."

This had gone way too far to be a joke. I got out of the bed and stood looking at her. This could not be true.

"You and my father;"

"You and I have had sex dozens of times this summer. Is it that hard to imagine me with your father?"

"Yes, it is!" I said and dropped into a chair.

If the moment when she told me Gideon had caught us was bad enough, this was a complete out-of-body, horrifying experience.

"It's

"Then Gideon and Hannah are my;"

"Your brother and sister. They all are."

This

"When your father died, we were trying to get pregnant with my sixth child. Sadly, that didn't happen."

Why would he do this?

She moved in close and lovingly took my hand.

"He

I got into Harvard on my own.

Your application was impressive, but it needed a call from The Bishop to finalize it.

You're saying my father had sex with you in exchange for me getting into Harvard?

Well,

The Bishop convinced him to help me get pregnant. In exchange, The Bishop financed your father's business.

My

"The Bishop helped him for years. Your father wasn't a very good businessman."

"Maybe because he was too busy having sex with the woman next door," I fired back.

Her face got cross.

"Enough of that. Don't speak poorly of your father. He gave me everything I care about in this life. That includes you."

"Then why didn't you leave The Bishop and take up with my father?"

"Your

"Oh God, I know I'll end up in counseling after this."

"Don't even joke about that. This can never get out."

"You can't tell me whether I can go to counseling. This is some fucked up shit."

"Language. And it's not me telling you; it's The Bishop. You never want to cross The Bishop."

It

"Just let me process this. You're the mother of my father's children. Your husband, The Bishop, consented to this arrangement."

Your father first, and now you. You were both The Bishop's idea.

I gazed at her with fear in my eyes.

The

"Why did you agree to this? You let him just put you out there to breed? Like a farm animal?"

The next thing I felt was a slap across my face.

It stung.

"What was that for? This isn't a freaking soap opera, you can cut out the dramatics."

"I'm not some kind of farm animal."

"Okay, I'm sorry about that. But he's breeding you. Making you have sex to get pregnant.

"It was my idea."

"You said it was his idea."

He

"This

"Which is what you did."

I looked at her in awe.

"Ethan,

"Wait, wait, wait, slow down. You said you couldn't get pregnant. You assured me of that."

"While I was breastfeeding, that was true, but I weaned John-John weeks ago. I told you that."

I interrupted her. "We have been fucking like rabbits,"

"Making love," she corrected me.

"Did you love my father?"

"Yes and no. I spent much of a summer getting to know him before I allowed his sperm into me. I loved his spirit."

"You loved his spirit? What does that mean?"

"He

"You won't conceive a child without love?"

"No child deserves that," she replied.

"Then you concede that you love me, don't you?"

She was quiet. Looking for words.

"You

She remained quiet.

So, what is it? Do you love me? Or just my spirit? I have the right to know.

She seemed lost, unsure how to answer.

"You," she said softly. "I love you."

Suddenly,

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this," she said in a voice that seemed on the verge of tears.

I

"If I could have spent six more hours in that store with you, I would have; "

She pulled away and took her garment top, pulling it over her head as she began to dress.

"This changes everything," I said in a hopeful tone.

"No,

"What if I say no? What if I tell people? The elders. The other Bishops?"

You

"He's

"There were alternatives, but only you ensured the pure bloodline."

"Gideon? Was he my alternative?"

"That's

"So, this is how it ends? I give that bastard what he wants. He gets my child and you?"

"It's not over. Six months after our child is born, we'll conceive another; my seventh. We can do this again."

"Oh, my God, this nightmare is never going to end."

"Do you want it to end?" she asked,

"I want to be with you." I pleaded. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Let me be specific. I love you as a man loves his wife. Not your spirit, or whatever the fuck that is, I love you."

"We can continue together until the seventh child is born. That's almost two years."

"Half of which you'll be pregnant."

"With our children."

"No, The Bishop's children," I corrected her.

She

I

Now

Mrs.

Perhaps this is what it feels like to pretend to break up.

To be continued in part 5. Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts, for Literotica.