By regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Thursday night, Feb 13th

Harvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey's wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior.

They were at his daughter-in-law’s house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch’s beloved granddaughter.

The group had enjoyed a good meal.

Harvey Fielding said, "I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent."

His family murmured their agreement.

He continued, "Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls." My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me.

Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, "Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you're planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics."

Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, "Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet."  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies.

"Wendy caught that bug," Meadow said with a laugh. "Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids."

Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced.

Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, "Arlo, happy as I am that you'll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently."

He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding’s classes. She still credit’s her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator.

He waited for the laughter to die and then said, "And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart's. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February."

Breeze said, "I'll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean."

"No thanks," Harvey chirped. "I don't need to see pictures of you two, naked."

The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren't free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter.

Harvey waited until he had everyone's attention and then he said, "I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher." He raised his glass and said, "To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world's problems. At least so says Homer Simpson."

Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank.

After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport.

Breeze hugged her boy and said, "Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students." She looked concerned.

"Ah Mom," Arlo whined.

Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a "people person" and had never had a lot of friends.

His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn't attended regular school. He was home schooled.

His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone.

Arlo's opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family's nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them.

His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time.

Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school.

"Bye Mom," Wendy said. "My sorority is having an event."

Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to’. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party.

She said, "Wendy, why don't you take Arlo with you?"

Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn't want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn't object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline.

"Arlo," Wendy asked brightly. "Would you like to go? There's a party tonight. Lots of people will be there."

Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, "Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics."

Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered.

Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her.

Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked,

"Arlo, what does it mean to be good."

Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good’ is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. "To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society."

"Why should we strive to live by these standards?" the old professor asked.

"Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn't. We'd be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn't build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others"

"Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?"

Arlo nodded.

"I agree also," Harvey said. "Now, how do we get there?"

They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another.

Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, "As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act."

Arlo interjected, "For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?"

"Yes and no," Harvey conceded. "The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes."

"But a lie is a lie," Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic.

"Yes, a lie is a lie," Harvey agreed. "But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he's truthful and says "Yes, dear. You're fat." He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, "No. You look fine." She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband's happiness too."

"That's an innocent lie," Arlo pointed out. "You need to be truthful about significant things."

"Like life or death issues?"

"Certainly."

Harvey said, "What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say 'I'm the only one here.'"

"I lie to protect my mother," Arlo answered.

"Exactly," Harvey said. "It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results."

Arlo said, "You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God's law with man's judgment. Religious people won't like that. And considering the nature of man, won't a man always find a way to justify his behavior?

"And isn't it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.'"

Harvey laughed and said, "This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God's laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code."

Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, "Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things."

Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson's grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn’t hear from the other room. "Arlo, I'll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?

"Let's say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say?

"In my scenario, you like her, but you aren't in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?"

Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious.

Friday, February 14th

Aunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, "Today's the big day. So, you're going to sit in on some classes?"

He nodded to avoid speaking.

They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester.

Arlo returned to this Aunt's house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television.

"Indiana Jones, you rock," Arlo said.

He had just watched the movie "Raiders of the Lost Ark". It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn't date and he was a virgin.

He walked into the bathroom and said, "I love indoor plumbing."

He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, "Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?"

Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV.

"How about a shower?" he asked rhetorically.

He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. "That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people."

Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor.

He said, "Oh. They have a hamper."

He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties.

"Whoa!"

He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman.

None of his mother's bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn't bother with one because she didn't need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy.

"36C," he snickered as he read the label. "She certainly is the big aunt."

He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed.

"Oh! Um."

He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, "Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent."

He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right.

"Umm," he groaned breathing deeply.

He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman's cunt.

"Oh! Oh! God!" he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin.

"Oh! Fuck," he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain.

He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt's soiled underwear.

Hours later, Meadow shouted, "Hello, Arlo" as she entered her home.

Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt.

She came into the family room and asked, "Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?" she asked with a warm smile.

Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, "Oh God! It's like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties". He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, "Ah. Ah. Yes."

He held up his book and said, "Um. I find a good book is always good company."

"Yes. We all would be better off if we read more."

She looked at her watch and said, "Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It's Valentine's Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Yes. I'll order a pizza."

Meadow dashed off to shower and changed.

Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn't wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free.

"Good thing I have my cashmere wrap," she chuckled. She didn't mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve.

She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest.

"Wow! That's some dress," he said.

"Too much?" she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra.

"No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label."

"Ahem," he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night."

Meadow laughed and said, "Good. It's Valentine's Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I'm surprised you'd know a line from a movie made before you were born."

"Um," he shyly admitted, "I don't have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books."

"Oh." She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, "I need to go."

She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner.

She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up.

"Maybe some thing's happened," she told herself after waiting an hour.

She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door.

"That's odd. The door is open," she said.

She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore.

The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept.

One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend's dick.

"Ted!" Meadow shouted. "What's going on?"

"We, we're having a party," he slurred. "Help yourself to some blow."

"What?" Meadow screamed. She'd never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this.

Ted laughed. "I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we've been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us."

Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home.

The Refuge

"Keep the change," Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let’s see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks”

Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn't expecting anyone to come home at this hour.

"Oh. It's you, Aunt Meadow," he said. He saw that she'd been crying. A normal person would have asked, "Is everything okay?". Arlo wasn't normal. He didn't ask.

She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, "Worse Valentine's Day ever."

She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she'd flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom.

"Whoa. Nipples," Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He'd seen pictures of women's breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby.

When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole.

Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, "I need a drink."

She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he'd turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking.

"Cocaine?" Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend's drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink.

"I've never seen him take drugs," she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it.

"Whores? Two prostitutes!" Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol.

"I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores," she lamented.

"He never called to cancel our date. Bastard." Meadow finished her drink and got another.

"The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant." She gulped a large amount.

"Everyone there knew I had been stood up." She sipped heartily on the whiskey.

"I felt like a fool." She drained the glass and got another.

"I cared for him!" she wailed.

She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes.

Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, "Wha, what's the matter?"

"You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?" She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over.

"Fuck!" she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face.

"Ouch," he cried out.

He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt's reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently.

He said, "Aunt Meadow, don't you think you've had enough?"

"I'll be the judge of that," she slurred.

She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated.

"Let me by!" she demanded.

Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she'd given up.

Meadow looked up at him. She didn't look well. She wasn't well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo's face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants.

"Oh God!" Arlo cried as he was hit with puke.

The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It’s noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather’s approving, proud smile.

Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled.

However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn't work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke.

Meadow freaked out. She shouted, "Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!"

Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom.

"Oh God! The smell!" Meadow complained.

She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, "Ya. Y’alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya."

She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear.

"Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were," Meadow said.

She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass.

She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body.

"Pull it off," Meadow demanded.

Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water's temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling.

Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She's naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn't expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive.

Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn't notice or care. She said nothing about it.

Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You're so dead for touching her boobs. She's going to scream at you and tell Mom’.

She stood in the stream of warm water.

When she didn't say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.’.

Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst.

"I'm dirty. I ma need a shower," she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old.

Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. "Aunt Meadow, I'm worried you'll fall if I let go of you."

She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, "You smell bad."

She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he'd ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts.

She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn't fall.

What he saw astounded him. "She beautiful," he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was.

He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass.

Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,’ Arlo thought.

He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful.

Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair.

"Oh!" Arlo gasped.

She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn't seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn't care. They looked wonderful to him.

‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.’ Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples’.

His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!’

Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair.

Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he'd seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he'd imagine.

Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts.

Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn't self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said,

"Let's gets y’all cleaned too."

She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on.

"This won't do," she said.

She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it.

"Someone's grown up," she purred.

"Ah. Ah," Arlo stammered. "You don't have to do that," he said embarrassed.

She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, "Are you sure you want me to stop?"

Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she'd ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look.

"I thought not," she said with a knowing smile.

"Oh. Oh," Arlo moaned as she jacked him off.

He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, "Clean up."

He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around.

When he was done, she held her hand out and said, "Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed."

He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, "This needs a little more attention."

She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, "Oh!"

He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he'd finished.

“I gawda fire hose! Where’s the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened.

Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air.

Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass.

"Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Arlo called out. He was worried that she'd hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side.

She was still inebriated. She said simply, "My bum hurts."

To be continued.

By regularguy13 for Literotica

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(4pm, February 14, 2018; at Texas A&M)

(Or two years before My Crazy Girlfriend Series starts)

My name is Liv, and this is the story about how the worst day of my life changed everything for me. It all started when I got a series of very bad scores back. See, I’m a Chemical Engineering major and to stay in that program you have to keep a really high GPA, and well, Thermo 1 and Fluid Mechanics had both kicked me back low exam scores just the day before.

That wasn’t even the worst thing though. Well, it probably was, but it didn’t feel like it. I’d spent a significant amount of money getting ready for a major party. A major party taking place on Valentine’s Day. I had bought this precious slinky green dress. It hugged my figure perfectly and had a plunging neckline. I had made an appointment to get my hair done in loose curls and everything. For a girl so skinny you can see her ribs, I was going to be pretty hot, at least for one night.

And it shouldn’t have mattered anyway because I was going to the party with my high school boyfriend. We had come to college together and been dating for three and a half years. But come that afternoon when we were supposed to go to dinner together, he shows up at my dorm room in his coat and pants, tie undone, and his shirt not even completely buttoned.

“Why aren’t you ready yet?” I asked, “Come in and finish its almost time to go.” He didn’t move, scratching the back of his head and looking at the ground.

“Listen, Liv. I really hate to do this now, but, I think we need to stop seeing each other.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, not processing what he had said. “Get in here and get ready; everyone’s going to be waiting.”

“I’m sorry Liv; when we came to college together, I thought it would be fun but honestly the relationship has just felt like work. I don’t know how to have fun with you anymore.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I almost screamed, “Don’t know how to have fun with me? I’ve been nothing but available to you since we got here! All you do is drink and hangout with your stupid fucking frat buddies!” Now I was screaming. I poked him in the chest. “My grades dropped because of it.”

“It’s not working for me anymore, Liv.” He said sheepishly

“Yeah, dicks usually don’t when you’re that fucking drunk.” I snapped, tears falling freely off my face.

“I’m sorry.” He said again.

“Get fucked!” I screamed and slammed the door on him. I couldn’t see what happened, but I like to think it almost hit him.

I spent the next two hours sobbing until my eyes were puffy and I had blown my nose red. The dress I had gone to all that trouble to get on was practically ruined by tears and snot, at least for the night. The party wasn’t happening, the hair appointment wasn’t either. I never changed out of the dress, I just waited to stop crying and walked in an expensive cocktail dress and Chucks to the liquor store just off campus. I picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and walked back to the sorority house, sitting out on the curb (yes in my new dress), taking swigs straight from the bottle.

It was pushing seven in the evening by then. People were ignoring me walking from place to place. Girls and guys together for dates, dances, or parties. I hated all of them. The whiskey was dampening my heartache and it wasn’t as difficult to keep from sobbing in public. I was almost ready to go up to my room and dispose of all of his crap, probably by setting it on fire, when I heard someone talking.

“Damn, are you as bad off as you look?”

I looked up. It was a boy. Well ok, a young man. He was about my age, and maybe it was the whiskey, but I thought he was kind of cute. The fact that he was cute did not help. “Fuck you dude, I look like a million bucks.”

He was holding a pizza box which he raised in agreement. “No contest on that one. The green dress really sets off your hair. But I meant the fact that you’re clearly in some kind of emotional crisis.” He smirked at me and pointed, “It’s the bloodshot eyes and whiskey bottle that gives it away.”

I glared at him and took a big swig. Too big, I coughed uncontrollably for several seconds. “Look here, either hand over a slice or keep moving. I’m trying to wallow.”

“How dedicated are you to wallowing on the curb?”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means I’ll split it with you if you fill in for my roommate. We were supposed to have retro game night and he bailed to get laid… or he seems to think he is anyway. My mom just sent up Goldeneye and everything.”

I stared at him for several long moments doing mental calculus through the fog of liquor. The curb hurt my butt, and the pizza actually smelled amazing. On top of that, he was cute, and being alone in a dorm seemed perfect for me to rope him into a rebound. You know if he sucked at Goldeneye.

“No Oddjob?” I asked.

“Who asks for that when they first meet?” He asked with a quizzical look.

“What?” I said confused, “What are you talking about?”

“You said no blow jobs. But who would even ask for that when they met someone?”

I rolled my eyes and stood up at great effort dusting off my britches. “I said NO ODDJOB.” I put emphasis on the syllables, “He’s shorter than other characters which is unfair in versus mode.” I handed him my whiskey bottle and he took it. I snatched the pizza box from him and opened it.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“I’m Liv.” I answered, “Lead the way.”

He looked me over nervously and gestured toward the dorms and started walking. “I’m in Dunn.”

“We’ll see how I feel about the blowjob after Goldeneye.” I pulled a stringing slice out of the box and took an unceremonious bite out of it. He stared at me as I started walking and I smiled at him with a mouth full.

His dorm was like any other college boy’s dorm. A nightmare. Nothing had been cleaned. Old food sat on a shelf, upon which sat a toaster oven and microwave, neither bed had been made, or washed, in ages, there was trash strung across desks and piled up in the trash can and two piles of clothes. One at the foot of the bed, and one on the ground next to it.

I traded him back for my bottle hoping to drink the mess away. But ultimately none of it mattered to me anyway. The large TV had two chairs in front of it. One was a folding chair from a lawn furniture set, the other clearly a family hand-me-down deep cushioned swiveling chair. Graciously I was offered the swivel chair.

This kid got spanked. We polished off the pizza and by the end he was stealing sips from my whiskey too. I had grown up on Goldeneye, even though it was pretty old by the time I was old enough.

I tossed my controller into his lap and laughed at him. “Suck it, eight out of ten wins man, you’re done.”

“I don’t get it!” He yelled, “I used to kill at this game.”

“Ha-ha!” I laughed, pointing at him.

He crossed his arms and sulked, “Man, you’re really good at this. I’ve never blown at a game this badly.”

“Oh, good idea.” I said pulling my thick red hair from my face before leaning over and kissing him, my hands on his cheeks.

He was surprised and it took him a few seconds to kiss me back but when he did it was very fun. His tongue played with mine excitedly and I started to breathe heavily. Without realizing it I reached down and felt his jeans. He was rock hard and the heat from it was radiating into my hand. He seemed nervous as I rubbed him.

I pulled out of the kiss, “Is this ok?”

“It feels great, I just don’t usually do it when I first meet someone.” He said, sounding even more nervous than he seemed.

“I don’t either, it’s just nice to feel a guy this hard for me.”

He gave me a puzzled look, “You’re a fit redhead who wouldn’t be this hard for you?”

I rolled my eyes and let my fingers try and grab his shaft through the tight fabric. “Ask me another time, I’m having fun.” I leaned in and kissed him again. He kissed me back enthusiastically. His hand slid down my exposed shoulder and his thumb played at my collarbone. I knew what he wanted to do but he was trying to be a nice guy. What a sweetheart. What a chicken.

I smiled into our kiss and put my hand over his pulling it inward across my chest. His hand came to rest over my breast, which wasn’t as pronounced as I’d like, but it fit snugly in his palm. “It’s ok, I love having them played with.” I whispered before kissing him again.

His hand closed around it and he gave it several gentle squeezes moving his palm across and letting his thumb find my nipple. The feeling of being groped set my body on fire. I was starting to ache between my legs and could feel myself getting wet. Each pass of his thumb sent edges across my body and I felt my breath catch. I whimpered into the kiss and dragged my nails across his stubble.

“How about that blowjob?” I asked leaning out of the kiss and smirking.

“We just met, are you sure?” He asked, his voice unsteady.

I nodded, “I’ve never been more sure.” I slid my hand off his jeans and pulled my hair back smiling at him. “I wore my sluttiest underwear today because I was planning on giving it to someone else and um- those plans fell through.”

“So you’re going to give me, a guy you just met, one.”

“You’re not just some guy I just met. You’re the guy who made me laugh on one of the worst days I can remember.” I stood up and patted the cushioned chair I’d been sitting in. “Come on.”

“You’re really, totally, completely sure?” He insisted.

I laughed at him, “Will you get over here! Yes.” He stood up and sat in the chair I’d been sitting in. I pulled his knees apart and knelt between them shaking my head to be sure all of my messy, unkempt, unbrushed hair fell behind my shoulders before pushing on his stomach so he was reclined and running my whole hand over his shaft.

I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the jeans sliding the zipper down. I tugged on the pants but got nowhere. He lifted his hips and I tugged the pants down to his ankles where he kicked them off. He had started to pull down his boxers but I wagged a finger. “I want to do the unwrapping.” I said playfully, sticking my fingers into the elastic and pulling it back.

His cock slapped him as I pulled the elastic back and he lifted up so I could pull the shorts down the rest of the way. It reached up his torso and I took it in my hand feeling how firm and hot it was, stroking slowly. I watched his face as I leaned over and dragged my tongue along the underside feeling it flex against me.

I wrapped my lips around it, lowering my mouth so that the soft tip grazed the roof and started to suck, using my mouth to tug up and down while my tongue stroked the soft underside. I bobbed steadily, pleasuring his cock and listening to him make noises of enjoyment.

He put his hand on my head, his fingers in my hair as I worked his shaft and tip, loving how it felt it my mouth. The pulsing cock against my tongue was making me ache and I could feel my underwear saturating.

I pulled my mouth off and dragged my tongue across him again before stroking with my hand. “Mm, giving head always makes me so wet.”

“You’re really good.” He said in a foggy voice.

I kissed under his tip for several seconds before licking across the top. A faint, salty flavor spread across my tongue and I smiled, putting him back in my mouth and sucking again until I tasted it again, pulling my mouth away and letting fluid string off. I ran my finger over the tip and played in the precum before tasting it.

“You’re something else.”

“Head just gets me all excited.” I said dutifully lapping at his shaft. “You could cum in my mouth… if you want, or on my face…” I said in a panting voice, “Or…” I hesitated, “You could lie down in whichever pile of clothes in clean and I could ride the rest out of you.”

He blushed and looked at me, “I want to be a gentleman and wait but…”

I let a strap of my dress fall off my shoulder and bit my lip. “I don’t want you to be a gentleman, I want you to fuck me in this gritty, wasted dress.”

He sat up, “I’m not going to argue with that. But I kind of want to see these.” He said pulling on the other strap.

I giggled and stood up pulling one strap over my arm and then the other and tugging the dress down so the top hung below my breasts. Underneath was my lace bra that pushed up my b cups. I always try and it never helps. I went to unhook the bra and looked at him.

“I’m going to take this off but you can’t laugh.” I said firmly. He gave me a puzzled look.

“I may do a lot of things, but laughing won’t be one of them.” I said seriously.

I watched him with a side eye as I unhooked the bra and slowly pulled it off. I stared at him for several minutes before finally removing it and setting it on the floor. He stared at them for several seconds and got up.

He came over to me and crouched down putting his lip around one of my nipples and gently playing with it, sucking, and licking. I couldn’t keep from moaning, my mouth hung open and each pass of his tongue caused hot pulsing between my legs. I struggled to stay standing holding his shoulders.

I patted his head and he stood up straight. I panted for breath and lifted my dress to pull my panties off. He put his finger under my chin before I could, looking at me.

“You have awesome tits. These,” He said pointing, “Are the most fun I’ve had on campus yet.”

It was my turn to blush. “Lay down, Romeo.” I said through a weak laugh.

“Why not on the bed though?” He asked hooking his thumb.

“Because I want to fuck on something clean.” I said flatly.

“Oh,” He said awkwardly. “That’s fair.” He kicked the pile of clothes along side the bed and sat down on the flat spread until he was laid on his back. I lifted my dress and hooked my fingers into the thong and slid it down letting it fall to my ankles and stepping out. A clear string of fluid snapped off the inside and stuck to my leg. I’d hoped he hadn’t seen but he did.

“Are you really that wet?” He asked sitting up.

“Yeah, I get wet like I’ve sprung a leak. I can wipe it up.” I said not making eye contact.

“No way, show me what it feels like!” He insisted.

I felt my ears get hot. “Well, if you insist.” I climbed over him, and knelt down straddling his hips. My lips touched his warm shaft, and I made a small noise. The noises quickly became difficult to control as I slid back and forth stroking his cock with my messy pussy lips. “Fuck…” I whimpered. The feeling of his shaft grazing my clit made my insides feel tight, the aching in my pussy was unbearable. His shaft coated with me quickly as my pussy continued to drain thick, hot, fluid and I couldn’t wait anymore.

I lifted up and flared my hips, reaching back to put his tip at my opening and rocked onto it. I felt him sink into me, my pussy being pushed open as he slid in. I lowered as slowly as I could stand, feeling him protrude into me filling me with cock. I was crying and moaning at the sensation and as soon as my ass hit his legs I started to fuck.

I stroked his cock, bucking my hips back and forth, moaning loudly. My eyes were closed and I held his shoulders as my slick clit brushed his pelvis and the thick meat inside me slid against my walls.

“Oh fuck…” I moaned. My hair was tenting around my face and I could feel my whole body tensing. His face was red with focus like he was lost in the feeling of my body and trying to hold onto the sight of me. I felt his hand pull the hem of my dress up so he could feel my bare ass. I gritted my teeth through groans and gasps as he gripped it.

“Fuck that’s so good.” He said frantically.

“Fuck… your cock is so hard…” I was losing control, gripping his shirt in my fists as I fucked him wildly. “Fuck I’m so close already.” I panted through gritted teeth. I was starting to sweat and the burning tension sent jolts of pleasure across my torso.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming!” I screamed into his face. My stomach seized and my hips shook as my whole body shuddered with the violent climax that burst across it. I moaned loudly pulling on his shirt until it started to fade.

The neck of his shirt was stretched, and I could feel how much slicker he was under me now. I leaned over and kissed him eagerly. He held my face behind the ears and kissed me back. I whimpered and moaned; his cock still buried in me.

“You came pretty hard,” He said.

“I did, thank you.” I said kissing his neck and rocking my hips again. “You can cum in me if you want. I like it, and I’m risk free.” I panted into his ear, working my hips to stroke his cock. I hoped the clenching and throbbing of my pussy would help him along. I could have fucked him all day but what he had just put me through I wanted him to have as much fun as possible.

“Are, are you-” He started to ask. I put a finger to his mouth and giggled.

“I’m not sure, I’m begging for it. It’s ok, let me empty you into me.” I stroked him rhythmically, moaning from how sensitive I still was. I rode him, watching his lost face slowly twist into desperation, feeling his cock start to swell in me and his grip on my ass tighten.

“I’m really close,” He gasped one hand on my hip, “If you want me to pull out do it… please.”

I shook my head, “No way, I want it too bad. Fill me…” I panted.

He grabbed my neck suddenly and his nails dug into my ass. He groaned loudly and started to buck and squirm under me. I felt his cock burst and a hot sensation filled my abdomen into my pussy. I continued stroking his cock waiting for it to soften and the heat to fade but it pulsed for several more seconds and I felt cum start to leak out of me.

I started to laugh weakly as I sat up letting his spent cock fall out. My pussy drained cum onto his pelvis, legs, stomach, and clothes in a thick, white, stream that slowed to a dribble. I laughed again at the sight and feeling, running my fingers through it.

“Wow, you really came in me.” I said, relishing the heat that I felt from it all.

He sat quickly, “Was I not supposed to!” He asked in a panic.

I laughed at him again, “Oh no, you definitely were. Um there’s so much.”

“Please tell me this is fine.” He asked again.

I pushed him back down and laid on top of him, the fabric of the dress feeling wet as it dropped into one of the streams of cum that was falling out of me. “Would you shut up? Yes, it’s fine, Mr. Post-nut clarity. Now stop ruining the afterglow.”

I laid on him for several minutes and worried he’d fallen asleep. His chest was warm against my cheek. Suddenly we both jumped as the dorm door opened and a guy stepped in. He stared at us, blinked twice, and then left.

“My roommate.”

“I figured.”

“This was fun.” I said tapping his chest, “We should do it again.”

“There’s nothing I’d like to do more.” He said happily.

“How about, more Goldeneye, then you fuck me this time.” I asked looking up at him.

“Deal, but if I win, I get to nut on your face.” He said touching my nose.

“You’re on!” I paused, “what was your name again?”

By DragonLairReads for Literotica

Based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

“I; I don’t want to just be a charity case,” Ken replied. “If you do this, Gabrielle;”

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“Take the easy way out?”

“Exactly.

“What’s that?”

“With you being as religious as you are, I still don’t get why you aren’t at mass tonight? It’s Christmas Eve, after all.”

“Well;

Gabby

 Merry Christmas to you and your family.

Tears

Ken

“Uncle Lee.”

The two eyed each other for several seconds, the tension growing in the room.

“Mom said you want to talk to me,” Ken said, sitting on his bed.

“Yeah, I do. Ken; I was a real ass yesterday.”

“That’s not really fair;”

“No.

“Jason

“Thanks.”

“So what was Jason so hot about, anyhow?”

“Ah,

“Come on, Tiffany. It’s this way.”

“Where are we going, Ken? What’s so important that we have to wait until tomorrow to leave for our honeymoon?”

“You’ll

Gabrielle Dorothy Libertine.

February 10, 1993 to April 29, 2017.

Loving daughter, sister, and friend.

An Angel of Mercy.

“Ken; who is this?” Tiffany was confused.

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 based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts for Sex Stories.

Based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

Ken Dix flipped through the TV guide at a moderate pace; “500 channels, and nothing but Christmas specials on.”

Finding nothing but disappointment at every turn. As it was Christmas Eve, every show was a mushy feel-good romp spouting lines about family and goodwill to others. None of that spoke to Ken in the slightest.

“Ken?” a voice came from the kitchen.

“Well, Ken, that’s sweet of you to ask.” she said almost to herself. As she paused, her eyes suddenly lit up as if she had gotten an idea. “Alright! Here, let me give you my number.” She scribbled a series of digits down on a scrap piece of paper, writing her name next to them. “I’ll, um, talk to you later, I guess?”

“Sounds great!”

Ken couldn’t believe it; he had actually done it! He had asked out the prettiest girl he had ever known! Moreover, she had given him her number! Things were definitely looking up.

“Dick!” a voice behind them yelled.

Ken turned, immediately recognizing Jason Brown, Jacqueline’s fraternal twin brother, along with his two flunkies, Brian and Barrett Sullivan. Jason had been the star quarterback at his high school, and the Sullivan boys were his best offensive linemen. They often served as his muscle off the football field, as well. Ken was intimately familiar with these three, as they had made it their mission in high school to make his life a living hell. Being stuffed in lockers, having his wallet stolen, all were commonplace with them. The three approached, attempting to appear imposing, which they were from the perspective of the ever-scrawny Ken.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you guys,” Ken muttered as they approached.

“Well I’ve got something to say to you, Mr. Kenny Dick,” Jason growled.

“Just shut up and leave me alone,” Ken replied, his blood boiling at the use of Jason’s longtime nickname for him.

“No! You shut the fuck up and listen!” Jason said, grabbing Ken by the collar of his tee-shirt and flinging him against his car. In the process, Ken dropped his shopping bags, the jugs of tea landing directly on the egg carton.

“Jason! Stop it!” Jacqueline protested.

Undeterred, Jason threatened. “Listen fuck-wad, you stay the hell away from my sister!”

“She’s an adult, dickhead! She can have anyone she wants as a friend!” Ken protested.

“You don’t belong on the same Planet as her! You’re nothing’! A pathetic sack of guts your dumbass mother decided to give a name to! Know what? Just do us all a favor and drop dead!”

Enraged at the insult to his mom, Ken swung a wild haymaker at his assailant, but Jason was more than ready, pinning Ken’s arm back against his car. Jason then delivered a crushing punch to Ken’s gut, dropping him down to his knees. Before leaving, Jason knelt down next to his gasping victim.

“Next time, I won’t be so nice. Next time; I might just kill you myself. See ya around. Dick.” Turning to his sister, Jason said, “Come on, time to go home.”

Jacqueline looked down at the pitiful form of Ken before muttering, “Sorry, Ken.”

The trio of boys sauntered off across the parking lot, laughing and high-fiving at their antics. Jacqueline followed right behind them. Ken picked himself up and inspected his groceries, discovering the crushed eggs in his bag. Swearing and cursing, he grabbed the misshapen carton and went to throw it in a nearby trash can.

“No chess pie tonight.”

As Ken returned to his car and began his drive home, Jason and his flunkies watched on from his car, still pleased with their efforts.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Jacqueline said in a lecturing tone.

Jason turned to face his sister. “I do what I gotta do, Jacqueline. That fuck-wad has no business getting friendly with you. He needs to learn his place.”

“Be that as it may, I can take care of myself,” she replied firmly.

“Take care of yourself? Wait; you didn’t?”

“I did. Jason, someday you’ll learn that there are more subtle and effective ways to ward off undesirables. Trust me, Ken won’t bother me ever again.”

Upon arriving back home, Ken couldn’t bring himself to tell his mom about the incident with the eggs. He instead told her that the store had run out altogether. She had spent many sleepless nights in the past worrying about the constant bullying her son was subjected to in school. Ken didn’t want to give her anything else to worry about. By this time, has uncles had started arriving, and the living room was soon filled with the sounds of football games. In Ken’s mind, these were no more thought provoking that the mindless Christmas specials he had found earlier. Ken went up to his room to take a hot shower, as well as get some alone time in the process. As he stripped down, he saw a bruise beginning to form on his stomach from Jason’s punch. He winced in pain as he touched the tender skin.

Shit; that’s not going away for a while.

Ken took some Tylenol for the pain before stepping into the shower. The hot water helped relax his body, and the steam gradually built up, clearing his mind a bit. He finished after a while and, after making sure his door was shut, flopped facedown onto his bed. After laying there for around an hour or so, his mom finally called him down to rejoin the family for dinner.

Taking his seat at the table, Ken glanced around the room at his various family members. His mom had two older brothers, Lee and Stan. Though Lee was tall and still relatively youthful looking at forty-five, Stan was shorter and beginning to bald as he approached fifty. Still, both of them had one notable thing in common as far as Ken was concerned: they were both still jocks at heart. Ken had never known his father; it had always just been him and his mom. He could tell that his uncles tried to be male role models for him, but their efforts were usually ill-conceived attempts to “man him up.” Never once did they understand his introverted tendencies, and always tried to get him to be more of a people person. After a while, Ken stopped paying their advice any attention.

It was striking to Ken how similar Lee and Stan’s families were. They had both married beautiful, blonde cheerleaders, and now both had sixteen-year-old daughters, both of whom were among the most popular girls in school. It all sickened Ken; they were just perpetuating the stereotype of pretty and popular being the be-all, end-all in life. As the family ate, Ken remained silent for the most part. The adults were engrossed in discussions about their jobs, and the two daughters were giggling and playing on their phones the entire time. None of this was relevant to Ken.

“You know, I saw something interesting today,” Lee said as dessert was being brought out. “I was at Kroger filling up my car, and saw you in the main parking lot, Ken. Looked like you were, uh, having some words with a few guys out there.”

Shit! He saw that?

Not wanting to worry his mom, Ken replied, “It; it was nothing.”

“Nothing, eh? Is that why that punk punched you in the gut?”

With a worried look on her face, Helen asked, “Ken, sweetie, what is he talking about?” She walked around the table to Ken’s seat and lifted up his shirt, seeing the bruise on his abdomen. “Was it that Jason boy again?”

“Mom, just let it go.”

“No! Ken, you know I worry about you!”

“You worry about Me? I think you need to worry more about your brother!” Ken shouted, his anger exploding at last. “Right, Uncle Lee? Come on, you see your own nephew being ganged up on in a parking lot, yet you do nothing to help him out?!”

“A man’s gotta learn to fight his own battles,” Lee replied in a calm voice.

“No. You want to know what a man does? A man sticks up for his Family! No. Matter. What! You stood there and watched your own nephew get beaten up. That says a hell of a lot more about you than it does me. And if that’s family; I don’t want any part of this one.”

Without a word, Ken stood and left the dining room. He then grabbed his MIT hoodie and headed for the front door. As he was about to get into his car and drive off, he saw to his frustration that his uncles’ cars were parked in the driveway behind him, blocking him in. Cursing under his breath, he prepared to leave on foot.

“Ken! Come back inside, please!” Helen called after him, running down the driveway.

“No. I’ve got to go out; clear my head.”

“Ken, it’s Christmas Eve. Please, come be with your family.”

“Mom, aside from you, not a single person in that house feels like family to me,” Ken replied coldly. “I’ll; I’ll call you after while.”

Ken walked off into the cold Georgia night, not knowing for sure where to go or what to do. Nobody else was out, as they were all at home with their families. Remembering the square in historic downtown Alpharetta, he decided to head in that direction. Maybe the quiet walk would do him some good.

Arriving in the town square, Ken walked along the sidewalks for a bit, peering into the darkened windows of the various shops and restaurants. Everything looked so different to him with everyone gone for the day; it all seemed so peaceful. As he continued to walk, he soon saw City Hall in the distance. In front of the building was a large green space, which was teeming with a surprising amount of activity for it being Christmas Eve. Ken moved closer, now spying a large gathering of people sitting on picnic blankets, all bundled up in coats and hats. Ahead of them, a large screen projected the classic film, It’s a Wonderful Life.

Though Ken was never into the Christmas cheer, as it were, he felt strangely drawn to watch a few minutes of the film from a distance. He soon began to regret that decision, as the movie had reached the point where George Baily had an arrest warrant out for him, lashing out at his family in anger. Watching him get drunk and punched in a bar fight, Ken began to feel sick with anger. Despite all his efforts to help better the world around him, the universe conspired against George Baily; just as it seemed to be conspiring against Ken. Unable to watch a moment more, he turned and walked into the nearby park.

Again alone with his thoughts, Ken sat on a bench near the fountain in the center of the park. He contemplated many things, as he often did in solitude. He thought about his piss poor excuse for a family, intent on changing him into what they say he should be. If only they could love him as he is. He thought about Jason Brown, a perpetual asshole that managed to get all the beautiful women his heart desired. If only the universe would serve up his just desserts, rather than conspiring against Ken. Sighing in frustration, he stuffed his freezing hands into his jeans pockets.

Jacqueline!

Feeling the scrap of paper still in his pocket, Ken suddenly felt a glimmer of hope in an otherwise dreary day. He needed something, anything to lift his spirits, and hearing her kind, sweet voice might just do it. Hell, he didn’t even care anymore if she was interested in him in a romantic sense; he just needed someone to listen and understand him. Digging out his phone, he dialed the number. After a single ring, a message began to play, seeming to be read by a game show host.

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Ken hung up the phone in quiet disbelief. How could he have been so wrong about Jacqueline? They had worked so well together in school, and he even considered her a friend! She always spoke so kindly to him, how could this have happened? Was she really as nasty and shallow as her dumbass brother? Was she really just that good of an actress? As he pondered all this, Ken’s rage finally exploded out of him.

“That two-faced bitch! Who the fuck does she think she is?! I trusted her! Hell, she would never have gotten a full scholarship without my help! All I ever did was Like her! And after all that, she doesn’t even have the decency to turn me down to my face?! What The Fucking Hell? At least her brother was honest about his disdain. She’s far worse! I can’t imagine how evil she’d be if a person actually offended her?”

Slumping back down onto the park bench, every thought that entered Ken’s mind brought him lower. Jason was an ass, but then again, he didn’t know how to act any different. Uncle Lee was a moron, but then again, he had no malicious intent. But Jacqueline; she was the last straw. He had trusted her, opened up to her, and she repaid him by committing the single most cruel and senseless act Ken could ever imagine. Everything was crashing down around him. As he continued to sulk, Jason’s words entered into his mind once more.

“I should just do everyone a favor and drop dead; is that what you want, Jacqueline? Seems like you agree with your brother, or you wouldn’t have given me that number.”

Ken reached into his pocket, withdrawing a folding knife. It had been a high school graduation present to him from his grandfather, before he passed a few months later. A far cry from the typical Swiss Army knife, he unfolded the shiny, four-inch blade, which stood in beautiful contrast to the wooden handle. Inscribed in the wood were Ken’s initials. He had not used it for anything yet, never had any need to. As he stared at his reflection in the blade, Ken kept replaying Jason’s cruel words in his mind, to do the world a favor and drop dead.

“Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.” Ken mumbled.

Just as he took a firm grip on the handle, preparing to take the knife to his throat, an unfamiliar voice came from off to the side.

“Hey!”

Gabrielle Libertine relaxed in a lawn chair, savoring the crisp, cold air of Christmas Eve. This was her favorite time of the year, and being able to enjoy an outdoor showing of her favorite Christmas film, It’s a Wonderful Life, made it even better. It all fit in perfectly with her life philosophy: live for happiness. Not only her own, but as much as could be had for the world around her too.

“You want the moon? Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.”

“Oh, Jimmy Stewart, you charmer you.” Gabby sighed.

Soon, her emotions welled up as the hopeless romantic that was George Bailey began to succumb to the pressures and injustices of life. He had blamed his own uncle for destroying their business, lashed out at his wife and children in anger, and gone crawling to his hated rival for a loan. The hardest scenes for her to watch were always the bar fight and the car crash. Still, she always stuck it out. The best was yet to come.

Just as George stood atop the bridge, Gabby caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. A young man of about nineteen or twenty was watching the movie from a distance away, leaning against a tree near the road. His face twisted in angst as he saw the pain on display in the film, and he soon spun around, walking into the nearby park. Gabby couldn’t explain why, but something compelled her to follow him and make sure he was okay.

Collecting her lawn chair, she walked along the perimeter of the green space, soon arriving at the entrance to the park. As she went, she began to hear angry shouting up ahead of her; it sounded like the young man was in distress. After a few minutes, she came upon the fountain situated in the center of the park. On a bench sat the man from earlier, appearing to be deep in thought. By the glow of the lamppost, Gabby could now get a good look at him. He appeared to be of average height, maybe 5’7”, and had shaggy black hair that seemed a bit unkempt. Still, it’s color shone in the light of the park, and his white skin provided for quite a striking appearance. A pair of black horn-rimmed glasses framed his face, which combined with his red MIT hoodie to project a very specific image into Gabby’s mind. He had to be incredibly intelligent.

As she studied him, she saw the young man pull an object out of the pocket of his jeans. Catching a glimpse of something reflective, she could now see that he was holding a small folding knife. Gabby tensed up and wondered if she should run, but soon decided against it; he didn’t seem to have even noticed her presence. In fact, the way he looked at the knife was quite unsettling. It was as if he saw that little blade as his best friend in the world. She knew the look in his eyes. She knew what would happen in a moment if she did nothing. Taking a deep breath, Gabby decided to act.

“Hey.”

Ken was startled by the unfamiliar voice. Looking up, he now saw a woman in her early twenties standing across the way. She gazed at him with intent, but for what reason he did not know. Looking back at her, Ken’s typical awkwardness began to kick in, as he could see that she was quite beautiful. Dressed warmly in a black winter coat and blue jeans, she wore a grey knit cap over her long blonde hair. Upon first glance, she appeared to be of some sort of Scandinavian descent, or perhaps German, though Ken couldn’t be sure. His mouth went dry as he tried to find the words to speak.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Uh; fine. Why do you, um; why do you ask?”

Smiling, she replied, “I saw you over on the green, watching the movie. By the look on your face, you were having a tough time with it. When I saw you walk off towards the park, I felt I should come and see if anything was wrong.”

“No, nothing’s wrong.”

“Good. Then I shouldn’t be concerned about the way you’re looking at that knife of yours, right?”

Shaking his head, Ken answered, “I’m not going to hurt you. Promise.”

“That’s not what I’m concerned about.”

“Wha; what do you mean?” Ken asked, his eyes growing wide.

“I’ve seen that look before,” she said, taking a couple of steps closer. “I am, sadly, all too familiar with it. You were about to hurt yourself, weren’t you?”

“You don’t know a thing about me, lady,” Ken muttered, preparing to leave.

“I don’t have to know anything about you to be concerned,” she fired back.

“Concerned,” Ken snorted. “How could you be concerned about me? You don’t even know me!”

“Easily rectified. Gabrielle Libertine. My friends call me Gabby,” she said, sticking out her hand with a warm smile. When he didn’t respond, she smirked and continued, “This is the part where you tell me your name.”

Sighing, he replied, “Ken. Ken Dix.”

“A pleasure, Ken,” she said as they shook hands.

“So; Gabrielle, eh? You supposed to be my Clarence or something?”

With a playful gasp, she responded, “Oh my God! Does that mean you’re Jimmy Stewart?! I’ve had the biggest crush on you for Years!”

Ken gave a nervous laugh. “Alright, alright, I walked into that one. But in all seriousness.”

“No, I’m not a Guardian Angel or the Word of God or anything like that. Just an average person like you.” Motioning to the bench, she asked, “May I?”

“Sure, I guess,” Ken answered, scooting to the edge.

“Thanks.” Taking a seat, she continued, “So tell me this, Ken: why would you want to hurt, maybe kill yourself?”

His face twisted in pain. “You don’t want to know.”

“I do. Believe me, I do.”

Sighing with reluctance, Ken relented and began to tell Gabby of the events of the day. He started with Jacqueline and Jason, then the confrontation with his uncle, and finally the fake phone number showing Jacqueline’s true colors. Through it all, Gabby sat in silence, maintaining eye contact and nodding whenever appropriate. At last, he finished his story, and Gabby could feel her heart breaking within her chest.

“Ken; I’m so sorry. I can feel the pain in your voice. No one deserves what you’ve gone through today. I know it’s of little help, but I do understand what you’re going through.”

“Understand?” Ken said, incredulous. “How could a girl like you understand any of this? I mean, look at you. You’re gorgeous, and I bet you’ve always been popular. Just like Jacqueline. Just like Jason. Just like Uncle Lee. None of you could ever imagine the world I live in.”

With a stern look on her face, she replied, “I’m going to choose to let that slide, considering everything you’ve told me. Still, you need to know that what you just said was quite hurtful. Almost as hurtful as the things that have been said to you today.”

Ken recoiled. He knew she was right. “I’m; I’m sorry. You’re right; I should never have said that. You’ve been nothing but nice to me tonight.”

“Apology accepted,” Gabby said with a smile. “Humility is a rare trait in men these days. Hang on to that.”

Ken thought she might be mocking him, but bit his tongue nonetheless. He had already insulted her once, and he wasn’t going to chance a second time.

Seeking to turn the conversation to happier topics, she asked, “M I T, huh? You’re an awful long way from home, aren’t you?”

“Huh? Oh, the hoodie. Yeah, I’m a freshman there this year, just home on break right now.”

“Nice. Major?”

“Health sciences. I want to go to medical school after MIT, though I’m still figuring out a specialty.”

“Plenty of time to decide that. I’m sure you’ll find the right career path,” she said with a grin.

As nice as it was to talk about a familiar topic, a few things still bugged Ken’s mind to no end. “I still can’t figure it out; why would Jacqueline do this?”

Frowning, Gabby replied, “Some people are cruel. Often the ones that are the cruelest disguise it with a kind, warm public demeanor. Jacqueline sounds like she fits that mold to a T.”

“And she hid it all that time while we were in school?”

“You were useful at the time, in her mind. She wasn’t going to chance losing that. Once she got what she needed, she had no more reason to hide her true feelings.”

“Yeah, but still. Why be all friendly to me in the store?”

“In her twisted mind, she probably felt she was doing you a favor. She wanted to ensure you never tried to contact her again. To a cruel person like her; that’s her idea of doing you a kindness,” Gabby replied sadly. “We just have to hope that there’s enough real kindness in this world to counteract such cruelty.”

Now noticing a silver cross hanging from her neck, Ken pointed to it and asked, “I guess this the part where you start lecturing me about suicide? That I’m being selfish and trying to go against God’s plan?”

“No,” she replied with simplicity.

“No?”

“No. Ken, I meant it when I said that I’ve seen that look before. I know better than most that suicidal thoughts are rarely that simple. There’s no switch that can turn them off. It’s a tide that must be turned back, bit by bit.”

Stunned, Ken started to see that this woman understood what was important in life. Realizing he still had the knife in his hand, he folded it closed and put it back in his pocket.

“Bit by bit,” she said with a smile. “My car’s around the corner. Is there somewhere I can take you? Where do you live?”

“I’m not going home. Not yet,” Ken replied. “Not with my uncles still there.”

“No problem. I’m not going to force you.” Thinking a moment, she continued, “It’s pretty cold out here. Why don’t you come back to my place for a bit?”

“That’s; unnecessary. I’m fine on my own.”

“Nice try, but no cigar,” she said. “I’m not leaving you alone with that knife, mister. And I’m certainly not leaving you alone on Christmas Eve. Nobody should be alone for the holidays.”

“Thanks, but; won’t your husband mind?”

“He would, if I were married.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Nope, just my townhouse and me. Pretty cozy, all things considered. No problems with you coming over, but I do have one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

Smirking, Gabby replied, “You call your mom right now and tell her you’re okay.”

Hesitating a moment, Ken soon relented. “Fine.” Tapping his phone, Ken waited as it rang. “Hey Mom, it’s me; Yeah, I’m okay; No, seriously. I’m fine; Yeah I’m just hanging with a friend. I probably won’t be back ‘til tomorrow; I will; Love you too; Bye.”

“See? Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Gabby teased him.

Eying her, Ken asked. “You’re seriously okay with bringing me to your home?”

“Positive.”

Taking his hand, Gabby led him to her car.

The drive had been silent for the most part. Ken was still trying to comprehend everything that was happening. Who was this woman? Why would she go to such great lengths for a stranger she didn’t even know? Gabby seemed to pick up on this, refraining from prodding him for any further conversation. She could tell he was still processing the events of the day. Soon, they arrived at her townhouse complex and pulled into her garage.

“Come on in, make yourself at home,” she said as she turned on the lights. “Can I offer you something to drink? Coffee? Hot chocolate?”

“Hot chocolate sounds good, thanks.”

“Coming right up!”

As she hung her hat and jacket up on a rack, Ken couldn’t help but stare. He now saw that she wasn’t just a pretty face; her entire body was sublime. She wore a tight burgundy sweater and a pair of tight, form-fitting jeans. This ensemble only served to accent her body even further. Her hourglass figure was delectable, her slim waist contrasting with her curvy hips and ample bust. She was also just as tall as him, perhaps a bit taller, with legs for miles. Though Ken had fantasized about some of his classmates, none of them could come anywhere close to Gabby. She was a woman, not a girl, and in the prime of her life no less.

“Here you go,” she said, handing Ken a mug.

After blowing on the hot drink, he took a sip, feeling the warm liquid spreading through his body. “Thanks,” he sighed.

“No problem,” she replied with a smile. “Come on, let’s go relax in the den.”

She led him into an intimate area with a sofa and a loveseat. The only illumination came from the twinkling multicolored lights on her Christmas tree in the corner. As Ken took in the relaxing surroundings, smelling the delicious scent of her Frazier fir tree, Gabby stepped over to the fireplace opposite the sofa. Flipping a switch, she soon had a comfortable fire roaring from the gas logs. She then sat on the sofa, placing her mug on the side table and patting the spot next to her.

“Come sit. I promise I don’t bite,” she said with a playful grin.

“Um, okay.” he mumbled, scooting as close to the armrest as he could to give Gabby plenty of space.

“Tell me about M I T,” she inquired. “You mentioned you want to go into health sciences. Does that include medical school?”

“Uh, yeah with any luck. Harvard would be my top choice, but I don’t know if I could afford it. But assuming so, my dream has always been to be a brain surgeon.”

“Brain surgeon?! That’s so cool! They’re like; the most badass of all the badass doctors! Not just surgeons, brain surgeons!” Gabby gushed.

“It’s, uh, not that big a deal,” Ken replied as he blushed with embarrassment.

“Well, I could totally see you as a brain surgeon. Don’t ever give up on it.”

“Thanks.”

“So, what then for you, Dr. Dix? What happens once you reach your dream?”

Ken began to feel a strange amount of comfort with this woman, and started to open up to her. “Honestly; I don’t know. I mean even if I become a brain surgeon, I’m still hopeless around girls. Maybe Jason’s right. I’m gonna die a virgin.” Realizing what he had confessed to her, he turned to Gabby and blurted out, “Not that it’s your problem, or anything. S-sorry, I just; I shouldn’t have gone that far.”

Gabby just smiled and moved closer to him, brushing her hand against his arm.

“Don’t worry about it. You have goals, both personal and professional, but aren’t sure exactly how to achieve them. So you’re a virgin. That’s nothing to be embarrassed about, and it’s healthy to express your anxiety about it. That can help you overcome your fears. In all seriousness, I think you underestimate yourself, Ken.”

“Underestimate myself?”

“Of course,” Gabby replied. “You’re smart, considerate, polite, you even held the car door for me earlier! Any girl you’d want to be with is gonna swoon at traits like that. I can also tell that you still think of yourself as unattractive, but I disagree. You wear glasses, yes, but that doesn’t make you a dork. Your hair is a little shaggy, but not greasy or anything. You may not have a tan, but your skin complexion is damn near flawless. You have nothing to be ashamed of, be it your looks or your personality.”

“You’re about the only woman who thinks so,” he sighed.

“Doubtful, but if it’s that big a worry for you, I can give you a couple of pointers, if you like.”

“Um, oh, okay I guess.”

“Great! Okay, so you definitely give off the ‘geek’ vibe, but that’s not a bad thing. Don’t fight it; own it.”

“How?”

“Well, you can make just some slight alterations to your outward appearance that can change the way others see you. For example, you could switch to wire-framed glasses instead of your horn-rimmed ones. Your hair is a great color, and would do well in a short, clean-cut style, if I do say so myself. You can also change out your usual t-shirts for some casual polo shirts.”

“So; the secret to getting women to notice me is to change who I am?” Ken asked, feeling more than a little offended.

Cocking her eyebrow, Gabby replied, “Are you saying your glasses, hair length, and shirt choices define who you are?”

“Oh, uh; fair point,” Ken conceded.

“See? Humility. Such a rare quality these days,” Gabby said with a grin. “To be honest, all the changes I suggested are things my brother did a couple of years back. He was a complete geek, maybe even bigger than you. The poor boy was helpless around the fairer sex. But after he made these changes, he no longer came off as the socially awkward geek. He came off as a self-assured, confident geek, one who loves himself for who he is. I see that potential in you, Ken.” Grabbing her iPad from the side table, she pulled up a couple of pictures for him. “See? Here’s before. And here’s after.”

“Woah,” Ken marveled. He could see the drastic difference. The guy hadn’t done anything to make himself stronger or bulkier, nothing to increase his manliness, but the things he did change just popped in all the right ways. Was it really that simple?

“That’s great and all, but can new clothes and a haircut get rid of social awkwardness? I still don’t have even a shred of confidence around women,” Ken said.

“They can help, but a change in your mental confidence is completely based on your willpower. You have to love yourself as much as you want others to love you. If you don’t, everyone else will pick up on it.”

“Knew there was a catch.”

Gabby bit her lip in frustration. There had to be a way she could give him the confidence boost he needed to love himself, but how? Getting one somewhat crazy idea, she moved closer to Ken.

“I’m guessing from your previous statements that; you’ve never kissed a girl before. Is that right Ken?”

Poor Ken Dix didn’t even know what had hit him. Here he was, sitting with the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and the unthinkable was beginning to happen. She was moving closer, running her fingers through his hair, and now wanted to know if he’d ever been kissed! This was too much, way beyond any of his hottest dreams. Unable to find the words to respond, he managed to slowly nod his head.

“Close your eyes,” she instructed in her sweet voice. When he only blinked in reply, she whispered, “Close; your eyes, Ken. Trust me.”

Guided by an unseen force, Ken felt compelled to obey her. His eyes finally fluttered closed, and his breathing became more labored in anticipation of what was to come. A small part of him doubted that she was being truthful, thinking that she’d fake him out just like Jacqueline had. Those doubts were soon quashed, as he felt the warm sensation of Gabby’s face leaning close to his. He could feel her breathing. He could smell her perfume. If there was a God, Ken prayed, then and there; that He could make this incredible moment last forever.

After what felt like eons, Gabby finally released their building tension and touched her lips to Ken’s. Her kiss was soft at first, allowing him to savor the new sensations he was feeling. Ken was so terrified and excited all at once that he could barely even move his lips in reply. Not that it mattered to Gabby. She had expected his fear, and made sure to keep her technique simple yet enjoyable. After around thirty seconds, she withdrew at last, her face aglow in the Christmas tree light.

“Wow,” Ken managed to mutter as he opened his eyes. He soon noticed that he couldn’t see Gabby at all; his glasses had fogged up from their kiss.

“Here, let’s just take these off,” Gabby said with a giggle. She slipped his glasses off and laid them on her side table. “Now then, since we’ve gotten your first kiss out of the way, ready to really dive in?”

“Dive in to what?” Ken asked, his nerves beginning to fray.

“Kissing, silly! You do know there’s much more to it than what we just did, right?”

“More?”

“Of course! Look, one day you’ll get the prime opportunity to kiss a special lady, and I want you to be ready when that chance comes.”

To be continued in part 2, based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts for Sex Stories.

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Tim Cousins came home to the sprawling house in the mountains north of Los Angeles late at night. The winding road to the remote canyon was desolate and quiet. When he made this drive Tim often thought of Los Angeles with its thriving millions no more than 10 miles away. It always amazed him that a simple drive up a twisting road would transport him into another world.

He inherited the ramshackle house years ago from a distant uncle he had never known. There was a small trust fund to take care of the expenses and taxes and the single stipulation - he could never sell the house. As a successful construction project manager with a thriving firm in the basin below that was fine with Tim, the old house was the perfect retreat.

Here in the mountains the neighbors came and went. Over the years Los Angeles had found the remote canyon and successive waves of postmodern settlers had laid down roots. Some were successful - the Parker family half mile further up the road was thriving. The Davis widow across the canyon seemed to have flowered in this remote and harsh terrain.

Others were less successful. The house immediately below Tim's place had traded hands half a dozen times in as many years. The ideal of living in the remote canyons above Los Angeles often slammed into the reality. For many people the remoteness, the isolation, and the lack of services beyond basic electricity and water were too much to bear.

Tim gave the downstairs neighbors a couple of more months. He was some sort of music producer, given to expensive suits and a flashy car. She was, apparently, his ingénue. Tim smiled as he thought of her. He had met them shortly after they moved in. He had stopped by to introduce himself and they had been pleasant enough.

The producer was filled with that restless energy that drives the truly ambitious and his conversation had been disingenuous and distracted. She had been, frankly, drunk and bored out of her mind. She had flirted with him as a matter of form because that was what was expected of her in the world she inhabited.

Since then he had occasionally seen them from his back patio and exchanged waves and shouted hellos but that was about it. Tonight, as he drove past their house, it appeared dark and unoccupied. One of the telltale signs of their return to Los Angeles had been the increasing frequency of absence. Tim didn't mind. One of the things he loved about the canyon was the quiet. His working day was long and chaotic; sometimes he just spent the night in the city below, sometimes for days on end. When he was here he surrendered to the simplicity and silence.

He swung his car into the garage, turned it off and then simply abandoned it. It was the custom, here in the mountains, to leave your keys in the ignition. There were two reasons for it. First, if there was an emergency and the neighbor needed the car they were welcome to it. Second, in the unlikely event that crime crept up from the city below, it would be better for them to simply take the car than to come into the house in search of the keys.

Tim strode into the empty and dark kitchen, paused long enough to grab a beer from the humming refrigerator, and then slid the accordion glass doors wide open and went out onto the patio. He drug one of the wooden chairs to the railing at the edge overlooking the wild canyon and sat down. At times like this the simplicity of life was an almost unbearable pleasure. Tim sat there, in silence, savoring the moment.

In the still and quiet evening the sound of a sliding door from the downstairs house was fairly loud. A moment later a light came on in the pool area. It was the ingénue. She was wearing a black string bikini top and a pair of stylishly ragged blue jeans. She was barefoot and her curly black hair was damp and tousled. She had a brown beer bottle in one hand and she was obviously looking for something.

Tim watched as she turned over one cushion after another. Whatever her talent was or was not she possessed a sensual beauty that revealed itself in her movements, an inherent femininity and an unconscious grace. She was also, obviously, slightly tipsy. In the clear night air Tim could hear her cursing softly as whatever she was searching for eluded her.

It was somewhere in her search that she happened to look up and notice Tim sitting there. She smiled and waved at him. Tim smiled back and lifted his beer in her return.

"Oh thank God!" She exclaimed, "Please tell me you are not drinking beer with a twist off top!"

Tim laughed, "Not likely."

"Stay right there." she commanded. "I'll be up in a moment." She vanished into the house.

Tim took another sip of beer and waited patiently. Several minutes passed and he heard the scrape of her sandals as she came around the side of the house and onto the patio carrying a six pack of beer in both hands.

A moment later she was sitting next to him and he was handing her a freshly opened beer. She took a long drink and pointed with her bottle at the opener fastened to the rail with a piece of cord and a staple.

"We'll count that as a fucking brilliant idea."

Cold beer in hand they settled into conversation and easy laughter. Mazi had just finished a trying couple of days in LA helping the producer ride shotgun on a new jazz act that he was trying to break. They had developed superstar attitude before they developed superstar talent. Their demands had been both entertaining and insane. When they had insisted on a foursome with Mazi before they lay down their next track she had enough. She stormed out in a righteous fury when the producer seemed to consider the idea for a moment.

Her intention had been to come to the house in the canyon, get some of her possessions, and then find a hotel with a spa to retreat into. But when she got here she realized that which she was really craving was the quiet of the canyon. Except, after a pair of strong vodka martinis and deciding to settle down with a beer or two on the patio and a dip in the pool, well, she had lost the bottle opener.

Suddenly Mazi jumped to her feet and walked to the far end of patio. Tim watched her go curiously. She reached the end and leaned out over the rail. A moment later she gestured for him to come join her. Tim stood up and strode across the patio. She smiled that award-winning smile at him and raised her hand and wiggled one figure back and forth as if she was scolding him.

"Did you know that you can see right into the master bedroom from this part of your patio?"

She extended her open hand to Tim and then pulled him closely up behind her as she leaned out over the rail on her tip toes.

"Look!"

Tim, curious, amused, and he had to admit aroused by her proximity leaned over to see. She was right, if the blinds were open from this position on the patio he would've had a perfect view into their bedroom.

She laughed and looked back over her shoulder at him.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty! Here I was all upset about a jazz trio thinking I would be the perfect inspirational treat and my own strong but silent neighbor has probably been watching me for the last couple of months!"

Tim's laugh was a quiet chuckle.

"I'm going to have to plead innocent on that one. Now, if I would have known that was the view then I most certainly would've watched at least a time or two."

Mazi glanced back over her shoulder and slowly sized him up with her dark eyes. In that moment something changed between them and what had been friendly and flirtatious transformed. A current of electricity ran between them.

Tim was suddenly aware of the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeper and longer. Mazi watched him as he slowly stepped forward and closed the distance between. She caught her breath when their bodies touched for the first time. Tim felt her then, tight, trembling and hot.

Tim leaned into her, pressing her against the rail. The sound she made was half whimper and half moan. It inflamed him. He felt the blood rush into his cock. In a few short seconds it was painfully bound by his pants and deliciously pressed against Mazi's ass. The look in her eyes was half fear and half lust. Tim leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"If I were to look down into the open window and see you, there, on the bed naked with three jazz musicians vying to sate themselves in your beautiful body I would undoubtedly be driven mad with lust."

He took his index finger and placed it just above her navel. She gasped. He slowly traced line up the center of her body, over the lean muscles of her abdomen, trailing across her brown skin until he reached the tiny gold chain that held the cups of her bikini together. With a twist he wrapped it around his finger.

"I think they would play you like an instrument. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine their hands lifting you, caressing you, pressing your thighs wide apart so that one after another they could lower their mouths to taste you?"

With his other hand Tim found the bow that tied the back of the bikini and pulled on the loose end of the string until the knot vanished. Mazi raised her hands to cover her breasts. Tim slowly pulled the bikini away from her body.

"Whatever modesty you held would be stripped away from you at the caress of their tongues on your cunt, on your clit. You would start to rise to meet them, thrusting your hips upward, trying to draw them deeper into you."

Tim slowly pulled her hands away from her breasts. They were small, almost delicate, but beautifully shaped. Her nipples were the color of almonds. Both were already erect, rigid from the trembling lust he could feel beneath him. He cupped her breasts the nipples pressing into his palms. He slowly caressed them, stroking them while he continued to whisper.

"Soon enough you would lose track of whose tongue was pressing its way between those sweet, wet, swollen lips. The waves of pleasure would ripple through you one after another, each rising higher and higher. When that first orgasm crashed over you would you cry out or shutter in trembling silence?"

Mazi whimpered and reached back to grasp Tim by the cock through his pants.

"Oh, my God!"

Tim's moan answered her exclamation. Deep, rumbling, it came from the pit of his stomach, from the root of his cock and Mazi felt the moan cut through her to her core.

She barely felt his hands on the buttons of her jeans. A moment and he had stripped them from her and she stood before him naked. He stepped back and stripped his own pants. His cock, free from the confining fabric, leapt upward, a hard and curved testament to his desire. Mazi, her eyes wide, gripped the wooden rail as he stepped to her.

"After that first orgasm, when your sweet little pussy was dripping, they would drag you on to your hands and knees. One of them would kneel in front of you, his long fingers curling in your hair as she pulled that sweet mouth toward his cock."

Tim leaned in and kissed Mazi the first time. She surrendered, melting into his body, losing herself in his heat. The kiss lingered long enough to consume her and then Tim leaned back, took her slender waist into his hands and twisted her back around to press her over the rail.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck." She whimpered.

Tim lifted her slightly, so that she was standing on her tip toes, pinned against the rail, leaning precariously over. He felt her hot slick lips as he bent his knees slightly and maneuvered the thick head of his cock just inside of her.

"There would be that first moment, when you felt one of them at the entrance to your cunt and you would know that whatever you had planned had slipped completely out of your control. You would know that they were going to fuck you until they were through with you. Then, they would cum, on you and in you, coating you, filling you, drenching you. You would know that despite all of your protestations of innocence, of outrage, that was why you left. Because you are afraid of what would happen if you said yes."

Tim plunged into Mazi. She rose to her tip toes and screamed; her voice a wild beast lost in the echoless night. Tim's cock filled her completely. Pain from the sudden penetration vanished into the wave of pleasure that followed as he pinned her against the rail and drove his cock in and out with long fast strokes, the slow dance of their seduction gone in the instant. They descended into the purity of a rough punishing fuck.

His hands roamed her body just as his cock flowed within the inner walls of her cunt. She felt him pinch her nipples, the brief fiery pain seeming to cascade down a cord that connected to her swollen clit. She twisted and turned and tried simultaneously to pull away and to plunge him deeper into her. Her voice kept crying out, incoherent words, gasps of pleasure, cries for mercy, commands of faster, harder, deeper.

Tim heard her voice somewhere distant, the entirety of his being focused on the sensation of the hot walls rippling down the shaft of his cock. His hands, at times rough, at times tender, roamed over her slender brown body.

At one point he realized he had a fist clenched in her dark curls, her head pulled back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, gasping. In his other hand he had one of her almond nipples, pinched tightly between the thumb and finger, stretched painfully outward. Her cries spoke of her pain but the way she slammed her ass back into his thighs, the way her cunt clenched at his cock, revealed she was trapped in that world were pleasure and pain intermingle into a greater whole.

It was too much for Tim. He buried himself inside of her and came. He roared, no more than a beast himself, as he thrust so hard he lifted her off her feet and held her dangling half over the rail. He shook as he pumped her full of thick white cum. Each thrust deep into her was accompanied by a jet of cum until finally he was exhausted.

He eased her down off the rail and she stood on trembling legs her hands clinging desperately to keep her upright. He stepped back and felt his cock slip out. He looked down to watch the thick rivulets of white cum slide down her soft brown inner thighs.

Somewhere in that sight the beast vanished and the man returned. On shaky legs of his own he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back into the house. She lay curled against his chest, resting her head upon his shoulder, her lips softly kissing his throat as she murmured quietly. He carried her into the master bedroom and laid her gently onto the white comforter that covered the king bed. He stood over her for a moment, looking down at her slender brown form, drenched in sweat, cum slick thighs glistening.

She reached up, extending a hand, and he took it and slipped onto the bed, stretching out beside her. She curled against him, her head upon his chest, her hot body pressed against his side, one brown thigh draped over his abdomen. Their breath mingled, rose and fell in tandem, as the swift sleep of the satiated overtook them.

The sound of the door opening wakes me from a sound sleep. There is a moment of confusion as I sit up in bed and blink away, the comforter sliding down to pool in my lap. I remember where I am, in the guest room of the Harris family. I'd come up from southern California to deliver a piece of customer furniture for my friend Jack, whose sister was the charming and beautiful Mrs. Harris.

Mrs. Harris, Donna, was what I would call comfortably middle aged. She was home alone when I arrived, her husband having gone to San Francisco for a deposition in the morning. With her help I maneuvered the piece, a rosewood secretaries desk, into the house and up to the second floor. It was a beautiful house, California Modern, overlooking Marin.

Once the piece was in place, I was ready to head into town and get a motel room for the night, but Donna insisted I join her for dinner on the patio. I was hungry and readily agreed. We settled in to eat a hearty salad and grilled chicken.

Donna was a beautiful woman. In her early forties, she was about five foot three, curvy and soft, bordering on a certain voluptuous temptation. She was wearing blue jeans and a buttoned shirt, with her brown hair pulled back in a small ponytail. I'd be lying if I said I didn't notice her curves or the way the button between her full breasts strained when she twisted and turned. I tried not to stare, but I looked, and she caught me looking a time or two over the course of dinner.

One glass of wine led to two and then three, and Donna decided to offer me the guest room for the night and open a second bottle of win. I accepted graciously. I wasn't a total stranger, so the offer was not out of the ordinary. We spent a fun evening listening to music, drinking wine, and talking. About ten o'clock we called it a night.

Donna took me up to the guest bedroom, showed me the clean towels and shower, and then turned down the big California King bed before wishing me a good night. A hot shower later I put on my pajama bottom's and slipped into bed. I always prefer sleeping in black cotton pajama bottom's. There I lay, deep in sleep, when the door opened.

Donna was standing in the doorway back-lit by the hall light. She was wearing a mid-length champagne nightgown, with lace trim at the hem, sleeves and bodice. It was very light, almost sheer, and the back lighting accentuated every curve. I stared at her openly, only half awake, feeling my cock lengthening, growing harder with the moment.

She stood there, still, watching me. I swept the comforter aside and stood up, aware that cock was tenting the pajama bottom's. I heard her intake of breath. I walked across the room to wear she was standing and took her gently by the hand. I led her into the bedroom, across the floor to the full length dressing mirror. I stood her in front of the mirror and moved behind her. She shivered as my cock grazed her round ass. The sensation only made me harder. I looked over her shoulder and whispered in the shell of her ear.

"This is what I was dreaming of tonight."

I placed my hands on her full hips and slowly slid them over her silk gown, sliding them up and across her stomach, sliding slowly, inch by inch. Donna's eyes were riveted on the slow travel of my hands. I reached the rounded curve under her breast and slowly cupped them, lifting them, caressing them. She moaned. I slide my thumbs across the pebbles of her nipples, slowly circling them, feeling and watch them harden. The scent of lust spilled into the room.

"Such beautiful breasts." I whispered in her ear, "Such gorgeous nipples." I reached up and slid the strap of the gown off one of her shoulders, slowly peeling the gown down and off her shoulder. I leaned in and kissed her bare neck. Her skin was hot. I peeled the gown from her breast, exposing a dark brown nipple, engorged and erect. I caught her nipple between my thumb and finger and pinched it. She whimpered and leaned back into me.

"Fuck." She whispered, her voice urgent with need.

I peeled the gown off her other shoulder and turned her to face me. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her thick brown hair and pulled her head back. I bend my mouth and kissed first one nipple then the other. Alternating back and forth I kissed, licked, sucked and nipped those beautiful breasts until they were glistening with wetness and were surrounded by tiny goosebumps. Donna was trembling and whimpering, her hands running through my hair.

I reached down, found the smooth skin of her inner thigh and slide my hand up between her legs. I cupped her cunt in my hand, feeling that burning heat. I curled my fingers and plunged two of them into her. She was so wet and slick they plunged deeply into her, as tight as she was. Her cunt clenched at my fingers.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She whimpered. I slipped a third finger in and twisted my hand back and forth. She clung too me, trembling, as I finger-fucked her. She was slick and dripping wet. Her legs were shaking as her scent spilled into the room as she dripped over my hand.

I couldn't take it any more. I reached up with my dripping hand, grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly drug her to the bed. "Oh God! She cried as I threw her onto the bed, face down. I climbed up next to her and lifted her to her knees.

"On all fours!" I told her, "I want you on your knees, so I can fuck your sweet cunt.". She rose up onto her hands and knees and I moved behind her. She was still trying to her adjust her position when I mounted her roughly. I tore my bottoms down, freed the raging hardness of my cock, and plunged into her cunt. She screamed as each thick inch coursed into her. She was so wet I penetrated her deeply with that first thrust, all the way into, pressing her open.

My fingers dug into her soft skin as I pounded my cock in and out of her cunt. She was whimpering and squirming and crying as I bore roughly down on her. I savagely tore her gown off and threw it aside. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breasts. I caught her hard nipples and roughly pinched them. I pulled her hair hard, jerking her this way and that as my cock plunged in and out of her went cunt.

I found her clit and slapped it, hard, once, twice, three times. On the third slap she went over the top and her body nearly convulsed with the power of her orgasm, burning white hot through her voluptuous form, shaking her. I leaned down and bit her hard on the shoulder and exploded inside of her, my cock surging and pulsing as I pumped jets of hot cum into her squeezing cunt. I spilled everything I had into her, felt her cunt squeezing it out around my thick cock, felt it sliding down her thighs as we collapsed on the bed, my weight bearing her into the mattress.

We lay there for a long while, Donna pinned beneath me, until finally I rolled off. My semi-hard cock slide out of her swollen cunt, covered in our cum. With a soft mewling sound, she slid down my body, delicately took my cock in her fingertips and licked it clean. I lay there, on my back, feeling the tender ministrations of her lips, her tongue, her mouth upon my cock, and fell asleep.

We slept there, tangled together and cum drenched, until the daylight roused us. A long hot shower, breakfast, and then I was on my way home. Donna's last comment was this.

"I am afraid I am going to have to entirely redecorate several of the rooms...."

By Paul_Chance for Literotica.

Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Based on a post by nymphic

Disclaimer: Sexual relations between therapists and current clients are expressly prohibited.

It

It takes me one careless sentence for all that trust to crumble.

We're

He pauses, then looks up from his notes. “Come again?'

Without

He

And

He says nothing. The clock behind him ticks.

'I

“There

“Hmm?” My mouth dries.

He

Whatever

“You have no idea what I'm capable of, do you?” he says, towering above me.

My hands shake uncontrollably. “I don't understand?” I whisper. Surely, he won't...? There's no way, he wouldn't... not for me, surely?

His smirk is lazy, predatory. “Stand,” he says, a strong command.

I shrink into the chair. This can't be happening. I refuse to believe it.

“Stand,” he repeats, and there's an irresistible dominance to his voice.

What

“What are you doing?” I whimper, my voice high and pathetic with the way he squeezes.

His

He's not wrong.

With

“So

His grin widens as he palms my aching vulva. I don't mean to, but my hips buck into him, and he chuckles.

“Don't worry, I'll give you what you want.'

“No, no...” I shake my head and whimper as his finger plunges inside me. I don't want this, I don't. It was just a fantasy, it was never meant to be real,

The

“Fuck,”

His palm is wet over my face, and I realize I'm drooling.

“Pathetic

I

“Tell

“Oh

He's

He steps back. “Disgusting,” he says.

I

He

“Such a slut. You can't be anything more than a worthless whore, can you?” He tosses me aside and stands. “Get on your knees.”

Before

Above me, his mouth hangs open, breathing heavy. A flush spreads across his cheeks, and his brows furrow.

'What

My

He

He

No

It's

“You're

I

“Nope,”

“Fuck,

The

I

“Nobody

He's taking care of me.

It's nice.

He's a good person.

He helps me to my feet. I shake like a lamb.

“Anyway, our time is up.” He opens the door and ushers me out. “I'll see you next week.'

The last I see of him is a predatory, vulpine grin, before the door clicks shut.

Based on a post by nymphic

“Kate Williams?” calls the receptionist.

At the sound of her name, a fair-complexioned young woman jerks her strawberry blonde head up. “Yes?”

“Doctor Yang is ready to see you. Third door on the right.”

Timidly, Kate walks up to Doctor Yang's office. She smooths her dress and takes a deep, shaky breath before entering.

Doctor

He gives Kate a firm handshake before ushering her into the room. “Miss Williams, welcome, I'm Doctor Yang. Pull up a chair.”

She

“What brings you in today?” the doctor asks.

“Um.” She stares intently at the floor, unable to explain to this handsome doctor all of her sexual inadequacies.

After

“Look,

Kate

“Intimacy

“My

“Difficult in what way?”

Kate looks down at her sandals as she says, “I'm told sex ought to be pleasurable.”

Doctor Yang chuckles, showing off deep dimples. “It's generally supposed to be, yes. That hasn't been your experience?”

Kate

Doctor Yang nods. “You know, many women your age have that experience too. It's completely normal.”

“What? You mean this is just how it is?”

She

She slumps back in the chair with relief, air whooshing from her lungs.

“To

“Sure,” she says, and if Doctor Yang notices her hesitation, he doesn't let on.

“Do you masturbate?”

Ah,

“And do you bring yourself to orgasm?”

“Yes,”

“And how often would you say you reach orgasm when you masturbate yourself?”

Kate's

“Most

“Hmm?” She tilts her head like a confused puppy.

“Penetration,”

Kate shakes her head vigorously. “No. All external, I guess.”

“Good, good.” Clack-clack-clack goes the keyboard.

Suddenly

“Hop on the table and I'll give you an examination. Okay?”

“Okay.” Kate nods.

“I'll step away for a minute. I want you to remove your clothes, then lie face-up, on the table, with your feet flat up here.”

She

Kate

“Okay,” she calls. Doctor Yang yanks the curtain back once more and takes in her naked form.

He

“Try to relax, okay, Kate?” he says.

She

Kate

“Tell me if it's painful, okay, Kate?”

Another

Doctor

He

“Talk

She

“Interesting,” says Doctor Yang. “Perhaps you can show me?”

“Show you?”

“Yes.” He steeples his hands, elbows on the desk. “Flip over and show me.”

She

Doctor

She

His

She rolls back as she comes down, boneless, damp, and warm. She flexes her fingers.

Doctor Yang clears his throat, and she starts. She sits up straight.

“First

“If it's all in working order, why is sex so painful? Why can't I get off with my boyfriend?” Kate says.

“There

Doctor

Kate

Gradually,

Doctor Yang checks in with her. “How does that feel?”

“Really good,” she all but slurs.

“Yeah?”

Her eyes are half lidded, but she can hear the smile in his voice. “Yeah.”

“You

“Please,” she breathes.

He sinks a finger in--she practically sucks him in, and the gentle slide of his finger is so slow, so soft, it's almost torture.

“No pain?”

Giddily,

It's

It's the way Kate finds her vocal cords have produced an obscene, pornographic sound entirely without her permission.

It's

“Just breathe into it,” instructs Doctor Yang, “Don't think about climaxing, just focus on how it feels.”

There's a sheen of sweat across her forehead, and her strawberry blonde hair sticks to her skin.

Doctor

“Oh, god, oh fuck, “

Her

She falls back onto the examination table, breathing hard. “Holy shit.”

Doctor Yang's gloves are off again. “I knew you could do it! Proud of yourself?”

Kate nods weakly. She doesn't trust her vocal cords right now.

Doctor

Kate

“The examination table isn't sturdy enough for the two of us, I'm afraid,” he explains. “Tell me if it's too uncomfortable.”

“It's

“When

Kate nods. His hand is warm on her hip, and she feels the hot press of something blunt pressing against her entrance.

“Ideally,

She

“You want more?”

She nods.

“You have to tell me what you want, Kate. Use your words. Ask for what you want.”

“I want more; faster, harder,” she stammers. “Please.'

He

Slowly he pulls out of her, tucks himself in and re-buckles his belt.

“Oh my god.” She laughs and covers her face with her hands.

“How was that?'

“Really,

“I'll

“I

Kate cannot wipe the grin off her face. “That sounds amazing.'

She folds and pockets the printout, pays him, and books the next appointment. She leaves as a satisfied woman.

 Based on a post by nymphic for Literotica.

Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Naria

Naria

"Ah.

Toby

"What's the verdict doctor? Is something broken?" Toby asked, because by then Naria, with the pain meds, was almost comatose.

"No,

Toby

Over

"I

"Well, what if we can find a therapist to come to the house. The insurance will still pay."

"I

Toby called the office and Stan arrived the next morning.

Ring. Ring. "I'll get it." Toby opened the door to find a handsome young man.

"Is Miss Naria home?" The guy looked like a high school boy; he couldn't be more than sixteen.

"Wait, we scheduled a Stan for therapy."

"That's me, in the flesh." The young man gave a wide grin, and Toby invited him in and led him to the bedroom.

Naria saw the guy and hollered, "Wait, I'm not decent!"

Stan blushed and turned away and Naria quickly covered up.

"Sweetie,

"Well,

"Where do you want to work, Stan?"

Stan reached down and felt the bed. "Well, the bed seems firm enough. We can do it right here if you want."

"Here is good. How do you want me?" Naria looked down at her body and smiled. Stan also looked down.

"Uh,

"Oh, I-I'm sorry!" Stan quickly covered his eyes with his hand and turned away.

"Do you want me to put on a robe?" Naria asked, wide-eyed. "You're like a doctor aren't you? I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"Well,

Naria

"There,

"Ouch!

"Oh!" Naria jumped and Stan backed away.

"I'm

Stan finished his work and packed his oil and towels in a small bag.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Naria."

"Please just call me Naria. I'm sure we'll be good friends by the time you finish my therapy." Naria gave Stan a big smile.

"Uh, ok, Miss, Uh Naria." Stan excused himself and hurried out of the bedroom.

Toby

"Are

Toby shook his head and went back to work.

Naria was ready the next day. When Stan showed up she was dressed and ready. Well, dressed as much as she wanted.

"Stan!

"Well,

"How does the leg feel today?" asked Stan. "Any soreness from

yesterday?" He was trying to be professional but Naria noticed he was nervous.

"A

"What feels the best to you?"

"When

"Oh! Uh." Stan reached around to get the towel and brought it to her knee, wiping the dripping oil.

"This

Stan blushed but reached his hand to where Naria pointed. He touched it shyly. "Here? Are you sure?"

"Yep. That's the spot. It feels so good when you rub there. And when you squeeze it."

Stan,

"Oh!

"Are you ok? Does this help?" As Stan asked, he touched Naria's pussy again, now wet with her juices.

"Mmmm."

"Thank you so much, Stan! You are so good at this." Naria stood, pulling her robe around her.

Stan

"Tomorrow, then?"

"Yes, tomorrow, Stan. See you then."

Naria

"Naria! What the heck?"

"Get

"Come on. Hurry up!" Naria pushed Toby onto a chair and climbed on him. Her wet pussy sank all the way down and she groaned.

"Oh

"Ah. I needed that!" Naria exhaled. Only then did she tell Toby all the details of how she teased Stan.

"Hon, I get so horny when another man sees my body. I don't understand it, but I sure do enjoy it." Naria hesitated, frowning.

"What, Naria? Did something else happen? Why the frown?"

"I'm not sure, but I think Stan was teasing me, too."

"What do you mean? How?" There was something different in Naria's voice.

"Well,

"So, what's good for the goose... you know the rest. Did it bother you?"

"God, no! It excited me even more. But does it bother you?"

Toby

"Out

"Let's go to the store tonight and buy one. I'll install it before Stan comes tomorrow."

That

Naria

A

Toby showed Stan into the bedroom a few minutes later.

"Hey, Stan. Right on time! You're a real professional!"

"Thanks, uh, Naria. I like my work." Naria had no doubts about that!

"Well, I'm ready!" With that she tossed the covers and lay back. "Here I am!"

Stan

"You're such a professional I didn't think you'd care what I wore. I just like to be comfortable."

Stan

"Where

Stan

"Does

"Is

"Right

Stan

Naria

Stan

Naria didn't know what to say either.

As

"Yes!

Neither

"Hon,

"Well, I'm not sure what to say, Naria. I keep thinking about it, too. Are you upset about it?"

"Well, not if you aren't. I mean, well, every time I do something else I get more turned on. Are you upset?"

"God,

"Oh, good! I thought you were mad at me for letting Stan touch me like that."

"Not

"Of course, sweetie. No fucking. Agreed!"

The

Without

"Well, Naria, today is the last appointment for Stan. How do you feel?"

"Kind of relieved, kind of sad." Naria even looked sad, so Toby put his plan into action. He handed her a box.

"Naria, go put these on and get ready for your massage. And enjoy whatever Stan does. No questions asked!

Naria

"Toby! I can't wear these. Are you kidding me?"

"No,

Stan

Naria

Stan

Naria

"Oh. God, that feels good. Hmm."

Stan

"No!

"Ah,

"Oh

With

"Ah,

When

Toby and Naria began a collection of videos. Stan's would be some of their favorites.

By kodiakk for Literotica.

Based on a post by Sirs Secret

After all, a problem shared is a problem halved.

Right?

It

The

The atmosphere is warm and comforting. Classical furniture. There was a pleasant smell in the air.

The

He learns more about her and her background.

Finally someone who cares.

It's

He

He probes for more details. Her comfort begins to slip away.

"This is all part of the process." he assures, with that wide smile. "You can trust me, Bunny."

Despite her growing discomfort, and hesitation in answering, his questions become more direct.

He soothes her in between her answers, luring her into reliving the most distressing details.

"I know this must be difficult. You're doing so well."

"And have you talked to anyone else about this? No?"

"Bunny, You're being very brave coming here. Please continue."

"So you chose to take that route, despite having advice about the dangers?"

With every question, his pity seems to evaporate a little more.

His tone is changing too. He's more authoritarian. Sharper.

Especially now he's learning what really happened that night.

He continues to interrogate her, getting every last detail. There's less soothing. And more silence.

His eyes are drifting over her now. Judging her. Examining her like a piece of meat.

Why do you like this so much?

"Did you ever think that what you did was a bad idea?"

"And what were you wearing? Heels and a dress? Right... Show me please."

"Don't you think that choice may have attracted unwanted attention, Bunny?"

There's a sudden pause in his speech.

He rises. And drifts over to the couch where she sits, slowly placing himself next to her.

When he places his hands on her thighs, she freezes. He glides his hands up and around the inside of her legs.

He can see her fear.

He doesn't care.

He knows exactly what she is, and he's taking advantage of her.

Just like he did.

The questions continue even when he begins to openly grope her through her clothes. He's exploiting her vulnerability.

"Were you looking for attention from men perhaps?"

"And did he finish inside of you? Did you ever protest or try to stop him?"

"Did you enjoy the part where he hurt you?"

"And what did he call you? Did those words excite you? Be honest."

"How did that make you feel? Vulnerable? Weak? Do you enjoy those feelings, Bunny? Don't lie now."

He roughly parts her legs with his hands as he feels her like a piece of meat.

The word 'No' just can't seem to come out. He sees that she’s too pathetic to resist. She’s shaking.

How did it get this far?

Am I really this weak?

Is this just who I am now?

Why am I getting so wet?

Bunny’s resistance is pitiful when he pushes her on her back and starts to tear away her clothing. She can't stop him now.

Her mind is numb with fear. Her body limp. Her holes are soaking, betraying her again. They want... No. They need to be used.

Even as he roughly rams his cock inside and begins to use her, he demands more.

He wraps his hands around her throat while slamming into her, forcing her trauma out. His pace is primal. Almost hateful.

The rhythmic, perverse, wet sound of her violation softly echoes around the room.

As she is taken advantage of and used like a toy, he demands that she recite the details of the night she was raped.

"Yes, tell me about how much of a whore you were... good girl..."

"Oh but you loved it, didn't you?"

"I knew you were a daddy’s girl... That's okay little slut, he's gone. I'm daddy now."

"How many times did he fill you? I bet you love being claimed by a stranger didn't you? What a useful little cum-dump you are."

"That is what you wanted really isn't it, Bunny? To be used like a common whore?"

"You really are just a stupid little slut aren't you?"

"That's it... You're enjoying this aren't you my little trauma princess? Shush don't answer. We both know you are."

As

Maybe he's right. Maybe this is my purpose now.

Maybe Bunny is just a filthy cock-sleeve for men to use.

He suddenly thrusts hard, clasping his hands around her fragile abused throat while holding himself deep inside.

He growls and moans deeply as he releases deep inside of her, breeding her eager, abused cunt.

He withdraws slowly while insidiously stroking her hair. She’s soaked. He's filled her so deeply.

Wordlessly,

Bunny shakingly obeys his instructions, his warm seed leaking down her reddened legs.

As

She feels so...

Good?

He clears his throat.

"Yes... Definitely, lots more work is needed, I think."

"In

"Don't worry. This will be completely confidential between us. It's the best way to treat your case."

He looks up casually.

"Now then... Same time next week?"

He doesn't wait for her answer. Bunny understands, this is not a request.

"Good girl."

To be continued, Based on a post by Sirs Secret for Literotica.