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Lacey

By: JimBob44



*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age.

*

She dragged the razor carefully along her skin and remembered how it all began.

Chapter 1

She stared at the eviction notice with horror. Lacey Smith had called the landlord, had explained that Derek had stolen all of the money out of the checking account but as soon as she could, she'd pay him the rent.

Obviously he'd not cared at all that it wasn't her fault she was late with the rent.

Derek. Sweet, handsome Derek with his curly brown hair and gorgeous hazel eyes and pouting lips. She'd fallen instantly in love with him the moment he walked into her 315English class. She almost fainted; she had the only available seat right next to her. He looked around, spotted the empty seat, then smiled a dazzling smile at her and walked up the steps and sat down.

By the end of the semester, they were dating. Her mother was thrilled that her pretty daughter, the wallflower all through high school, despite being a very attractive girl, had finally found someone. Then when her mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, thanks to a three pack a day smoking habit, Penny was relieved that Derek had proposed to Lacey.

Derek was her rock during the long, drawn out illness, then the funeral.

Then he'd come to her apartment, a modest little one room flat that she'd rented in the hopes that he'd come and live with her (he was always complaining about his pig roommates) and told her he had to tell her something.

"We need to talk," he started.

She sat, stunned. How could he be gay? And how could he have known he was gay all this time and not told her?

Some things became a little clearer; his refusal to have sexual intercourse prior to marriage for one, even though she'd made fit clear that she was willing whenever he was. His allowing her to suck his cock, but refusing to put his mouth anywhere nears her pussy. His preferring to spend time with his pig roommates and other male friends, rather than spend intimate time with her.

When the checks started to bounce on the joint account she'd opened with her mother's life insurance money, she was aghast. A very sympathetic teller at the bank showed her where Derek had withdrawn the nearly eighty thousand dollars the same day he'd announced that he was gay. Because she'd opened the account in both their names and had set it up to where both parties had access to the funds, there was very little the bank could do. A lawyer, of course, could go after him, but that would take time, and would take funds, of which she had neither.

----

Her engagement ring, she discovered, was nothing but glass. The band itself wasn't even real gold, just gold-plated. The pawnshop clerk had chuckled that it was a wonder it had not turned her finger green. She didn't find it very amusing.

She ran through the list of people she could ask for help. Her mother had not known who her father was; being somewhat of a free spirit in her college days. Her maternal grandparents had long ago passed away. Her job in the Registrar's Office the at the University paid a pittance of a salary and her immediate supervisor wouldn't even entertain the idea of a raise. The bank, again very sympathetic, would not loan her any money; Derek had managed to run up her credit cards as well.

Right before she'd gotten ill, her mother was dating a very nice, very wealthy man, Greg Jacobs. Mr. Jacobs had told Lacey to call him 'Uncle Greg.' 

She'd gone with her mother once to 'Uncle Greg's house, a mansion really. She'd planned on asking Uncle Greg if they could use his back yard, with the beautiful rose gardens and in ground swimming pool for her wedding.

She picked up the phone and sighed in relief; it was still working.

----

"I am sorry about your troubles," Uncle Greg said, not sounding all that sorry. "But there's not a whole lot I can do for you. Have you called a lawyer?"

"Yes, and he wants fifteen hundred to get the case started and tells me the most we can hope for is to get about half of it back; I should have never put it in our names," Lacey said.

Greg sighed. Of course he remembered Lacey Smith; she had been a lovely young lady, almost an exact duplicate of her very attractive mother. The only reason he had not stayed with Penny Smith was her dreadful cigarette habit. 

He wasn't an unreasonable man, he had a few habits of his own, even indulged in the occasional cigarette but had disliked the stench of her cigarettes and the taste of hit in her hair and on her skin, and on her lips.

"I'm not looking for a hand-out, Uncle Greg," Lacey said quickly.

She could hear the sigh on the other end of the phone. She could sense the rejection that was sure to come.

"Then what, my dear, are you looking for?" he asked.

"A job," she decided quickly. "You got that big old house; I could be your housekeeper. I can cook and clean, and do your laundry, and run errands for you."

He sighed again, a sigh of contentment.

Lacey had long dark hair that hung straight down her back. It framed a lightly tanned round face that had warm brown eyes, a snub nose, and pout, kissable lips. Her neck was slender and leaned into her slightly wide shoulders. It was a good thing she had wide shoulders; her breasts were a forty double D in size. During the time of the month when she retained water, they normally swelled to a Triple D in size. Her waist was narrow and her hips were slim as well, especially when compared to her impressive chest. 

She stood only five foot three inches but her legs were not stubby. They were well shaped, well formed. Her hands were small; delicate looking fingers, made all the more delicate looking by her penchant for light colored nail polish on her long tapered nails.

She heard him sigh again and grew even more desperate.

"I'll do anything, Uncle Greg," she pleaded.

"Pack your belonging," he said, forcing his voice to sound resigned. "I'll come get you tomorrow evening."

----

The furniture was cheap, picked up at the local second hand store. The television was on its way out; it had been Derek's anyway. All there was to pack were her books, her clothes, and a few pictures of her mother. 

She was packed and ready to leave in less than an hour after hanging up the phone.

----

Greg Jacobs picked up the telephone and called Andy. Thirty minutes later his telephone rang.

"Derek Harrison is in San Juan, Puerto Rico, residing in a hotel suite with his lover, one Scott McDaniels," Andy said.

"Thank you," Greg said.

"Will we be paying Mr. Derek Harrison a visit?" Andy asked.

"No, I think it best that he come to us," Greg said quietly. "Cancel his credit cards and other assets."

"Yes sir," Andy said and hung up.

Chapter 2

Lacey sighed with relief; Uncle Greg's luxury sedan pulled up to the curb. She walked around to the rear of the car and heard the trunk latch pop. Her three suitcases fit very easily inside of the large space and she slammed the trunk shut.

"Is that what you think is appropriate attire for a housekeeper?" Uncle Greg asked, flicking a finger at her jeans and sweater.

"Um, no, no sir," she stammered. "But I really wasn't sure what you would want me to dress in, so I thought it best to leave that decision to you, sir."

She was a little puzzled; Uncle Greg had been a very warm, funny, loving man when she'd last seen him, about two months before her mother was diagnosed with cancer. This man looked the same, but gone was the warmth, the humored.

"Dresses. Or blouses and skirts," Uncle Greg said. "No slacks, and certainly no jeans. Shoes must have heels of no less than three inches, may be open or closed toe, may even be sandals, so long as they comply with the three inch rule. Never, under any circumstances are sneakers to be worn. Understood?"

"Yes sir," Lacey said meekly.

"Very good," he said as he navigated the large automobile toward his home.

Once home, she was shown to her room, a spacious bedroom and bathroom on the third floor of the mansion. He showed her the intercom system and handed her a sheet of paper on which her new schedule was printed out.

*6: am—Breakfast. You will be permitted to join me at the table to eat your own breakfast, provided there are no guests in residence at that time.

*6:30—Breakfast dishes are to be washed and dried and put away. Pots, pans, and utensils used in preparation of breakfast are to be washed and dried and put away as well.

*7:00 am—I will leave for work. My bed is to be made, unless it is Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday. On those days, the sheets are to be stripped from the bed and washed. Fresh linens will be put on the bed on those days.

*7:30 am—Vacuuming, dusting of ground level floor.

*11:30 am—Unless otherwise notified, I will return home for lunch. Please have lunch ready at precisely 11:30 am. Again, unless there are guests in residence, you will be permitted to join me for your own lunch.

*12:30 pm—Vacuuming, dusting of second level floor.

*7:00 pm—Unless otherwise notified, I will return from my office. I expect a cocktail prior to my meal, which, unless otherwise notified, is to be an 'Old Fashioned.'

*7:30 pm—Dinner is to be served at precisely 7:30 pm. As before, unless there are guests in residence, you will be permitted to join me for your own meal.

*8:30 pm—Dessert and coffee (decaffeinated) will be served in the library. This is to be a solitary event; I wish to enjoy my dessert and coffee alone.

*8:30 pm—Dinner dishes are to be washed and dried and put away. Pots, pans, and utensils used to prepare dinner are to be washed and dried and put away.

*9:00 pm—You will be permitted to retire for the evening. On occasion there will be circumstances, such as entertaining guests when this will be delayed. On such occasions, this time will be made up at a later date.

Any failure to comply will be dealt with strictly and may be grounds for termination.

"Understood?" he asked and Lacey looked up, startled. 

She'd not realized he was still in the room.

"Yes sir," she agreed.

"Good, good, now, please, find something appropriate to wear," she barked and left the room.

----

The telephone in his library rang.

"Hello?" he asked.

"They'll be on the next flight out," Andy said and hung up.

----

Derek stared at Miguel. The day before, the short, slender manager had been so friendly, so accommodating. Today, the man did not let a smile crack his face, as he demanded payment in full.

"That, that can't be," Derek protested. "There's money in that account!"

""No, no, amigo," Miguel flatly said. "Call comes back. Say 'NSF,' 'no sufficient funds.' So, either you pay, in cash, or you and your little amigo, you leave pronto."

Derek ran down to the ATM and slid the card in and punched in his pin numbers. Nervously, he punched out the request and stared, disbelieving as it was refused. 

"No, you no use that telephone, unless it toll-free," Miguel said when Derek lifted the telephone to call his bank.

Derek ignored him and felt his blood run cold when he was informed that there was no money in his account. 

When Scott returned from sunning his muscular body on the beach, Derek informed him of the unfortunate and unforeseen occurrence. Derek was shocked when Scott slapped him hard.

"You little fucking queen," he spat. "You better hope and pray to God our plane tickets are still good."

The clerk at the airport charged Scott two hundred dollars to change their departure date.

"I'll pay you back, just as soon as this is all cleared up," Derek sniffled.

"Fucking right you will, bitch," Scott snarled.

----

Andy steered them toward his cab and cheerfully loaded their bags into the trunk and started off.

"Hey, um, dumb ass," Scott said. "Mid-town's that way."

"We're not going to Mid-town, dumb ass," Andy said and showed them the nine-millimeter handgun.

Scott reached for the door handle, and then noticed there were no door handles. Derek started to sob, which prompted Scott to punch him repeatedly.

"That's enough, cock sucker, Andy finally said. "Don't hit him any more."

"Fuck you, God damned son of a bitch!" Scott screamed and kicked at the thick pane of glass separating the back seat from the front seat.

"Keep it up, buddy boy," Andy thought. "It's going to be a pleasure taking care of you."

----

"Hello?" Greg answered.

"En route," Andy assured him.

"Good, good, we'll take care of them tomorrow morning," Greg said and the call was terminated.

Chapter 3

Besides sharing her genes, Lacey was grateful to her mother for two things. One, her mother had instilled in her only child a very strong work ethics. Two, Penny had taught Lacey how to cook.

At five fifty, Lacey was ready with poached eggs, bacon, toast, fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee. She used the remaining ten minutes to clean the kitchen.

"Very good," Greg said curtly as Lacey set the plates before him.

"May I join you, sir?" Lacey asked before putting her own dishes on the table.

"Yes, yes, please," he said and she did so.

"That is a beautiful robe, Uncle Gregg," she commented and he looked at her.

"Miss Smith," he finally said. "When I was courting your mother, 'Uncle Greg' was appropriate."

He sipped the coffee and nodded in satisfaction.

"However, in light of our present circumstances," he went on. "I believe 'Sir' is more in line, don't you?"

"Of course, sir," she stammered, highly embarrassed. "Please, forgive my faux pas."

"Very well," he said and finished his breakfast.

She froze as he stroked her cheek lightly with his fingertips before leaving the dining room.

----

"That is a Beautiful suit, Sir," she commented as he strode rapidly toward the door that led into the large garage.

He stopped and looked at her for a long moment, his blue eyes unreadable, then smiled lightly. 

"Thank you, Miss Smith," he said and opened the door.

"Do you expect to be home for lunch, Sir?" she asked and he paused again.

"If I do not expect to be home, Miss Smith, I will inform you," he said and used his hand to brush back his blond hair from his eyes. "Otherwise, expect me to be home at eleven thirty."

"Yes sir," she said and out of instinct, curtsied slightly.

----

Scott's throat was raw from screaming, screaming at Andy, screaming at Derek, screaming for help. Derek hung limply, no longer feeling anything.

Both twenty three year old males were suspended from the ceiling by their wrists. The chained that bound their wrists were tick, no danger of breaking under their weight. Scott had nearly dislocated his shoulders testing that theory.

The room was a large one, it's three walls corrugated steel as was the fourth wall, made up of the large rolling door.

Both males squinted as the bright sunlight poured I; the rolling door had risen. A small compact car drove in, and then the door closed.

"Hello Derek," Greg said coldly. "Had fun in Puerto Rico at my expense?"

"What?" Derek asked. "No, that was Lacey's money."

"And Lacey is my employee, which makes it MY money," Greg said. "And as for you, Mr. McDaniels, you've got a long list of people that would like to tell you 'Hello,' don't you? Both male and female, I understand."

"Fuck you, faggot!" Scott hissed.

"No, my little whore," Greg smiled, a very cold smile. "Someone is getting fucked, but it will not be me.

"No, no, Mr. McDaniels, Mr. Harrison," he said as he took some items from the trunk of the car and set them down on the concrete floor. "You will receive the fucking you deserve."

Derek released his bladder and sobbed. Scott started screaming hysterically for help, for forgiveness, for mercy. Greg set the two propane tanks and hoses at their feet, and then hooked up the burners.

"These are twelve hour tanks," he said, as if Scott was not screaming. "Of course, it will not take twelve hours to cook you down to charred bone and gristle. Most people are dead within five to six hours, give or take. It depends on how long you can keep your legs apart, away from the flame. But eventually, your legs will lose strength, and you'll have to relax them. Then the flame will start to blister your feet and you'll jump and jerk and spread your legs wide again. But sooner or later..."

"I'll repay her, I'll pay you back," Derek sobbed.

"Oh, Mr. Harrison, I've already been repaid," Greg smiled. "Who do you think shut down your bank account while you were running around in San Juan?"

He flicked the expensive cigarette lighter a few times.

"Of course, there was about thirty thousand already squandered, so I went to your parents and explained why I was foreclosing on their properties and evicting them from their home. I told them they had their son to thank for that," he smiled. "And as for you, Mr. McDaniels, your sister sends her love. She was very vocal about her feelings for you when she was thrown out of her home, along with her three children."

"You son of a bitch," Scott sobbed.

"How droll, that's exactly what Roxanne called you," Greg smiled. "And of course, your mother was horrified to hear of your new-found lifestyle. I think that may have contributed to her heart attack. Don't worry, she's resting comfortably at Grady, may actually even survive."

Greg bent over; made sure the burners were positioned directly underneath the two men, and then lighted the burners. Scott and Derek both fainted and he shut the burners off.

"When they come to," he told Andy as he lowered the garage door again. "Do whatever you wish. But I don't want to know. But I am wasting my breath, aren't I? You are, after all, a professional."

"Got it, Boss," Andy smiled. "And take off that stupid mustache, you look like you belong in a bad porno movie."

"Oh?" Greg smiled. "Nothing about the afro wig?"

"No, that actually makes you look kind of good," Andy smiled and Greg laughed and pulled the dark wig, mustache and eyebrows.

"You really foreclose on his momma's house?" Andy asked as Greg started up the car.

"Yes, and on Scott's sister's house," Greg said, no smile on his lips. "Mrs. Harrison was not in the least bit surprised, and Mrs. Roxanne Leland also understood exactly why she was being subjected to such treatment. I would love to be a fly on the wall at their next Christmas gathering."

----

Lacey put the BLT sandwich and cup of vegetable soup down on the table, and a glass of iced tea. He nodded in satisfaction and she again curtsied slightly before leaving the dining room. She returned a moment later with her own lunch and sat down.

"Very good, Miss Smith," he commented.

"Thank you, Sir," she murmured, pleased that he was pleased.

"You have a light dusting of freckles, just across your nose," he commented. 

She smiled as he lightly trailed a finger across her nose. She smiled up at him and giggled. He patted her cheek affectionately and stood to leave the dining room.

"By the way, I picked up your car; the oil's been changed and a much needed tune-up was performed," he said and placed the keys on the table. "When is the last time that was done?"

"I don't know," she answered. "It used to be Derek's car."

"And he didn't seem to recognize it, he mused. "Anyway, you'll need a car to get around, should I ever have need of you to run an errand for me."

"Thank you sir," she said.

"You're welcome, Miss Smith," he said and left the house.

----

Dinner was a quiet meal. He nodded approval of the baked chicken and stir-fried vegetables.

"Oh, Miss Smith," he said, almost casually.

"Yes sir?" she asked.

"Did we forget my before dinner cocktail?" he asked and she gasped.

"I will deal with this when you bring me my dessert and coffee," he said and left the dining room.

She trembled as she pushed the door of the library open and brought him his chocolate cake and decaffeinated coffee. She had no idea how he would deal with the neglectfulness but hoped it would not be too harsh.


Lacey



Lacey is a friend of mine, a very good friend. Actually, I wanted her to be more but she always avoided the subject. Right now, she was being a big pain in the ass. I had a rush job getting the data off a dead hard drive and suddenly she wanted to talk about us.

When I told her I was busy, she stomped out the door of my small shop and slammed it hard. I jumped at the sound and damned near dropped the hard drive. As it was, I cut my finger on a sharp edge of the case.

I sucked on the bloody finger as I turned and looked out the glass in the front door. I could see her standing at the curb with her back to me, her arms folded across her chest. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was mad, mad as hell.

With a sigh, I turned my attention back to disassembling the hard drive. I had to get the disks out of it and transfer them to my old mule drive. From the mule drive, I would be able to copy the information on the disk, once I found the index key.

I had the drive torn down by the time I heard the front door open. I figured Lacey had calmed down and was coming back to work. She was my girl Friday at the shop. She handled the counter, the money, and the paperwork so I could get something done.

Removing the disks and transferring them was a tedious task. One slip, one scratch, and a lot of data could be lost. Lost data meant lost money and that was in short supply right now. The guy was paying big money and we needed it. I needed it to keep the shop open and she needed a paycheck.

I could hear Lacey moving around behind me as I slipped on a pair of latex gloves and swung my magnifying light over the broken hard drive. I glanced back to see her sitting on a stool by the register watching me. I smiled and nodded. She nodded back but did not smile.

With a soft sigh, I turned back to the work at hand. When I had the mule drive assembled, I would see what she had wanted earlier. Gingerly I lifted the top disk up and sat it on a holding spindle. I paused and took a deep breath, one down, and one to go. 

I lifted the bottom disk and transferred it directly to the mule drive. I centered it on the drive spindle and secured it. I snapped the center read/write heads in place and reached for the top disk. This one was trickier; it had to fit where the alignment marks lined up with the lower disk.

It took two tries and a little tweaking to get it where it needed to be. I held my breath as I got the cutout top cover in place and secured. Once that was finished, I sat back and pulled the gloves off. It had gone better than most.

"Are you done?" I heard Lacey ask from behind me.

I nodded as I picked up the mule drive and studied it closely under the magnifying light. The disks looked parallel and the clearances on the four read/write heads looked good for their off states. 

"I'll know more when I try a slow speed test," I told her.

From my right, she said, "Then look at me."

I turned my head that way. My eyes bugged out, my mouth dropped open and I forgot all about hard drives, money, and breathing for that matter.

Lacey stood next to the wall facing me. She had her left hand on her hip and her right fingertips barely rested on the workbench. Her left foot was on its toes and slightly ahead of her right; her left leg bent slightly at the knee.

So, what was the problem? First off, she was completely, totally, and astonishingly naked. I had never seen her that way, in a skimpy bikini yes, but never naked. The second was the big grin on her face.

Her long wavy blonde hair framed her pixy face and hung down to brush the top of her pear shaped breasts. I noticed that one was larger than the other was and that the aureole on the larger was larger and puffier. 

My eyes dropped on down across her ribs. She was not skinny but she was not fat, there was meat on her bones. Her belly had a soft rounded look instead of a flat muscular one. A shallow groove ran from just below her breasts down to end at the indent of her bellybutton. 

There was a pendent of three diamond-looking stones clipped at the top of the opening of her navel. My eyes hung there for a second. The indent of her waist was high. It was up at the bottom of her ribs. Her hips were long curves from there to her upper thighs. It gave the appearance of narrow hips, but they were in balance with her wide shoulders, and full breasts. 

The long narrow effect seemed amplified even more by the fact that she really did not have a mound above her sex and her sex sat low between her upper thighs. Her thighs were slender and added even further to her long lean look. Even her feet were long and narrow. 

"Look at me!" Lacey said again.

"I... Uh... I... I am!" I stuttered.

"Now that I have your complete attention, we can talk."

"Uh.... Yeah... Uh... Talk!" I got out as my eyes wandered back up her luscious, beautiful body.

When my eyes finally returned to her face, she was still grinning. "Well, how was the tour? Did you like what you saw? Do you like what you see?"

I nodded and whispered, "I love it, uh, you."

"I love you! That is what I wanted to tell you. I have been thinking about us, about how you have been trying to talk to me about it, about how I would put you off. I must have been crazy," she said in a rush.

I continued to look at her, my eyes moving from one place to another randomly as I tried to take her all in at once but couldn't get past the parts and pieces.

Lacey frowned and then grinned. "I think I have to much of your attention. Earth to Greg, Earth to Greg, my eyes are up here," she said with a giggle that turned into a laugh as I looked up at her face with a confused look.

"Poor baby, I think I sprang too much on you at one time," she whispered as she moved closer to me.

I glanced toward the front of the shop and the display windows. I was suddenly worried about someone else seeing her. That's when I realized she had closed the blinds on the door and flipped the closed sign over. I also realized why she was over by the wall. The counter and the display racks behind it hid her from the street.

She grabbed me by the knees and pulled me, stool and all, over toward the wall. The wheels on the stool squeaked as she did. I started to get up but she grinned and pushed me back into the seat. Quickly she stepped up on the footrest and straddled my lap. 

My arms automatically went around her waist. She was so warm and soft to the touch. She leaned forward and kissed me softly and tenderly. I returned the kiss the same way. After a moment, we both moaned softly.

She broke the kiss and sat up straight. She blew out a long gentle breath and sighed. "I should have done something like this a long time ago," she whispered more to herself than to me.

I nodded as I ran my hands slowly up and down her back from her hips to her shoulders. She sighed and leaned back forward to rest her head on my shoulder. "Why do I have to be so pigheaded all the time?" She asked softly.

That was a question without a correct answer so I hugged her tightly and kissed her shoulder and neck. She shivered in my arms and then squirmed on my lap. I suddenly felt awkward and shy for some reason.

"I.... Uh... I...." I stammered and then shut up. I really didn't know what to say and I did not want to screw things up by saying the wrong thing.

"Me too," Lacey whispered.

I was not sure what she meant so I kissed her neck and hugged her. She sighed deeply and then lifted her head to kiss me again. Only this time there was more passion in it and that grew as the kiss went on.

Finally, she broke the kiss and sat up straight, a grin once more on her face. "I should have taken your shorts off before I got up here. Talk about your poor planning." 

I wiggled forward on the seat, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and then stood up. Lacey laughed as she wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. I still had an ass cheek in each hand to help support her. 

Using one hand at a time, I worked my shorts down onto my thighs far enough for them to slide to the floor. My hard dick had caught in the shorts and at one point it snapped loose and slipped up between Lacey's parted thighs to slap wetly against her sex. We both moaned loudly. Her sex was excruciatingly hot on the topside of my shaft.

I felt Lacey shiver as I moved to sit back down on the stool. My dick moved slightly where it pressed against her hot opening. The stool rolled back and I followed it. My dick moved more and Lacey gave out with a soft whimpering moan.

When the stool rolled away from me again, I turned and sat Lacey on the padded edge of the workbench. The soft padding pressed my shaft even tighter to her opening. Lacey whimpered loudly as a shivering shake ran through her body. She relaxed her grip on my hips with her legs.

A few seconds later, she whispered, "I.... I... I'm a virgin."

"Huh?" was my witty reply.

"I've never done this before," she said breathily. "No one has even touched me before, down there, I mean."

Now it was my turn to be flustered. "I.... Uh... I...." 

Lacey was twenty-three and I was five years older. She had been to college and so had I. How could she still be a virgin? I knew how and probably why but huh? My mind was having trouble wrapping itself around this information.

I took a half step back and my dick slipped out from between her legs to slap wetly against my lower belly. Lacey giggled and looked down between us. 

"Is that thing spring loaded or something?" She asked with a grin.

"Uh, something like that." 

She wiggled and slipped off the edge of the bench to stand right in front of me. Her hard nipples were pressed to my t-shirt at my lower ribs. Using both hands, she lifted my shirt until her nipples were against my bare skin. A quiver ran through both our bodies as she leaned against me.

"That feels good," Lacey whispered as she pushed my t-shirt even higher. 

I was well aware of her breasts rubbing on me as we both worked to get my shirt off. She was also aware. When I tossed the shirt on the workbench, she moved back and rubbed her palms over her hard nipples.

"My nipples are so hard they ache," she whispered softly.

"Ah. Maybe I should kiss them and make them all better," I whispered back with a big grin.

"You do and I won't be held responsible for what happens after that."

"Then I'll just kiss you instead." I told her as I pulled her to me for a long deep kiss.

The passion in that kiss should have had steam coming out of both our ears. Our naked bodies were pressed tightly together; my right thigh was between her legs and pressed tightly to her hot slippery sex. Our lips were all over each other's, as our tongues dueled. 

Our hands explored each other's bodies from shoulders to ass cheeks and back again. I had never had a kiss like that and I'm sure she hadn't either. She was whimpering and moaning, her hips working her sex against my thigh. My hard dick rubbed on her belly.

Lacey gave out with a loud muffled moaning groan, her hips jerking and twitching against my thigh. Her sex had been hot on my skin but now it was like a liquid branding iron as she came. I realized I was very close to doing the same as she broke the kiss and hugged me tightly. I held her just as tightly. 

*****

For nearly five minutes, we just held each other. Lacey finally blew out a loud breath and sighed deeply. "That snuck up on me," she whispered.

"Uh huh." I replied in a soft whisper. "I know what you mean, I was damned close myself."

"You were?" 

When I nodded, she said, "I figured you were an old hand at this sex thing."

"I've had a little experience, yes, but...." I paused a moment and then added, "It's you. I've dreamed of this forever but I never thought.... Well, that it would happen, especially like this."

Lacey shivered and said, "I love you and when I realized it as a fact, I had to do something. I know that I.... Well, I lost my cool when you ignored me but after thinking it over I realized that I should have waited."

I chuckled and replied, "I'm the dumb ass that couldn't wait a few minutes."

With a lopsided grin, Lacey looked around the shop. "I should have waited until we had a bed or a couch or something soft and comfy to... uh... you know." She blushed at the last and lowered her eyes shyly.

"I still have to get the data off that hard drive."

Lacey's hands found my hard dick and gave it a squeeze. "I have a hard drive I want to work on myself." She giggled at her own joke.

Without a word, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her across the room to the office door. Lacey's eyes darted to the large glass display windows and the traffic on the street outside. She took a sharp breath and let it out as a whimpering moan.

I used my hip to push open the office door and carried her over to the old couch in the corner. "I don't know how comfy this will be but it's softer than the top of my desk."

Lacey giggled and whispered, "The top of your desk sounds exciting to me."

I turned and sat her on the end of the desk. Reaching around behind her, I swept everything off on the floor as I kissed her passionately. We slowly laid back until I was on top of her, my hard dick pressed tightly to her slit, her legs wrapped around my hips. We were both moaning softly.

My mind was awhirl with passion, lust, and love. I wanted to take her right then and there but another thought kept running around in the back of my mind. She was a virgin and as such would need extra attention and care. I had never been with anyone for the first time but I realized that I needed to exercise great care. 

Lacey's hips were working against mine as she whimpered and moaned into my mouth. There seemed to be an urgency to their movement. I was starting to feel that urgency myself but I still hung back from making that first thrust into her virgin sex. I did not want to hurt her even the slightest. 

With a sound of frustration, Lacey broke the kiss and whispered, "Please," and pressed her hips up against me even firmer as she flexed them up and down.

"I... I don't want to hurt you," I whispered back.

"You won't," she whispered and shivered hard as I moved my hips up and down slowly, my shaft rubbing along the length of her slit.

"But," I said quickly but she made that frustrated sound again and arched her back trying to get the head of my dick lower. 

"I have a toy, you know," she said loudly and then flexed her hips hard.

"But you said...." I started to say but her heels drumming on my ass stopped me.

"To the real thing," she almost yelled.

I dropped my hips as hers came up and pressed forward as I felt the scorching heat of her opening touch the head of my dick. My dick only entered her an inch or so but it was enough to freeze both of us. Between her inner heat and the velvety soft texture, I had never felt anything so excruciatingly wonderful.

Her hips were quivering; her eyes were open and locked with mine. She had a half smile on her lips as her eyes slowly closed and she lifted her hips pushing me slowly deeper and deeper. I groaned and she moaned loudly. "Yes," she whispered as my hips touched hers.

Her eyes opened and she smiled up at me. "You feel so much better than my toy."

I smiled back at her and lifted my hips a few inches. I lowered my hips and she bit her lower lip as her eyes closed. When I lifted my hips again, higher this time and then slowly lowered them, she groaned and whispered, "Yes."

When I started to fuck her with full strokes very slowly, the "yes," became a litany at the bottom of each stroke. Very soon, her hips started to roll upward to meet me and the litany got louder. I could feel the velvety softness of her sheath along the length of my shaft as I moved.

I was in heaven. Her feet drummed on my ass again and I smiled as I increased the pace. She moaned loudly and shivered hard under me. Her inner muscles were making little grabbing motions around my dick, which made me groan. I thought I had everything under control until that moment.

My hips moved faster and Lacey raked her nails over my back as she let out a long loud moan. I groaned and slammed my dick into her softness. She yelled at me, "Yes, harder," and I was only too happy to comply. I fucked her with wild abandon, all thoughts of virginity lost. Her hips met mine with every full hard thrust.

With all control gone, my orgasm was on me before I was anywhere near ready for it. Luckily, Lacey's was there as well and perfectly on time. She gave out with a loud yell a second after I gave a loud moaning groan and planted myself as deep as I would go. Our hips still rocked in perfect synchronization. 

As our hips slowed and finally stopped moving, I opened my eyes to look at Lacey's beautiful face. Her eyes were shut and she had this sated, satisfied look that I had never seen on a woman's face before. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. I smiled back.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she smiled and whispered, "That went very well."

I rested my weight on my elbows and took her face in my hands as I leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. Raising my head slightly, I looked deep into her eyes and whispered, "Yes, it did."

Then her eyes got wide and she looked scared. "What? Is there a problem?" I asked quickly.

She nodded as a blush crept up and covered her face. "In the heat of things, I... uh... we... uh... forgot something important."

My eyes got as wide as hers did. My mind spun in its own tracks for a second and then got a grip. "You're not on any kind of birth control are you?'

She shook her head quickly. "Uh, no."

I grinned and whispered, "Then there is only one thing to do."

She looked at me and cocked her head to the side slightly. It was a questioning look. Still grinning, I kissed her softly. When I raised my head I whispered, "You'll just have to marry me and very soon, won't you."

Her eyes got very big as she stared at me and then the shocked look turned into a grin to match mine. "Sounds like a plan to me," she whispered and then lifted her head to kissed the hell out of me.

Three days later, we were married. The honeymoon was already well under way by that time so we continued it and we are still continuing it.



Lacey & Molly Get Laid



I always thought that the trouble with my friend Lacey was that she was so gullible. As much as I hate stereotypes Lacey is quite simply one stupid dumb blonde.

Imagine this, a tall six foot statuesque girl, with curves in ALL the right places, firm but bouncy tits, a rounded ass that sways not wobbles when she walks, and that wonderful not quite honest tint to her skin. She has masses of long blonde curls, huge innocent blue eyes and a mouth that is as fuckable as the rest of her, red, moist and deliciously wide.

A mutual friend of ours once said that Lacey had been short changed on brains because of all the other advantages that God had given her. That I can believe!

Lacey was also oblivious to her own gullible nature and her lack of brains. In fact she thought of her self as being a singularly sophisticated and intelligent young woman. I didn’t tell her the truth mainly because she wouldn’t believe me and also because if I was being honest I was jealous of her and her looks.

I’m no six foot leggy blonde, I’m short, with curly brown hair, I’ve got a curvaceous body but it would never win a modelling contract, and I’m cursed with freckles and a snub nose. 

Anyone who had one bit of sense in them took advantage of Lacey and let me tell you it wasn’t difficult, she believed everything she was told and went along with it with such enthusiasm you almost felt sorry for her, almost but not quite.

There are hundreds of stories I could tell you about Lacey that would have you laughing your socks off, but the best one I think concerns her efforts to make money for charity. It’s also a story about me but I think you know that already!

We were in her apartment along with a mutual friend Jake drinking sodas and eating chips. She told me wanted to make an impact on poverty in the third world she told me earnestly and I would have probably laughed out loud if she hadn’t been so serious faced. Here was someone who was wearing so called designer clothes that had probably been made in a third world sweat shops, she was so naive and stupid it was unbelievable. Before I could say anything, Jake spoke.

“Well there is a lot of things you can do Lacey,” and at that moment he winked at me and I knew he was up to something. I quelled the urge to be sharp with Lacey and waited with baited breath.

Lacey leaned forward eagerly, her tits were almost hanging out of the skimpy t-shirt she was wearing and the shorts she had on were so tight around her crotch I was sure she must be having a perpetual orgasm with the amount of rubbing they were doing to her clit.

“You could make a movie,” Jake said smoothly, “And some of the proceeds could be sent to charity.”

Lacey’s big blue eyes lit up. 

“Cool!” she said enthusiastically, “That sounds great!”

I knew Jake well enough to know what sort of movie he was thinking of and I raised my eyebrows at him. He gave me a little smile and turned back to the eager faced Lacey.

“Of course,” he said, “It would have to be an adult movie.”

“Oh,” said Lacey and she looked confused but not for long. Jake smiled at her.

”They make the most money,” he said, “And you could be the star, I mean after all, it is your idea.”

Lacey looked like someone had given her a million dollar note and told her to spend it. She clapped her hands in glee.

“What do you think Molly?” she looked at me expectantly and I looked thoughtful. Jake knew I could blow his plan out of the water in a second because despite her dumb blonde stupidity Lacey trusted me implicitly and if I said it wasn’t a good idea, she’d listen and want us to come up with another idea for her endeavour to end third world poverty.

“I think it is a great idea,” I said and I almost heard Jake’s breath explode from his body in relief, “Think of how many people you will be helping.”

I felt a little bit guilty later on, after all Lacey and I are both women, I should show some loyalty to our sex, but the thought of Lacey “doing it” for charity actually was a bit of a turn on, and the spiteful side of me wanted her to be taken advantage of.

It was fun to watch to Lacey discuss the details with Jake. She was so serious about it all. Jake is a consummate actor and I knew that he was enjoying every single minute of his little charade.

It was a few days later that we got down to business of getting the “movie” underway.

“It has to be natural,” Jake told Lacey as we sat in her lounge, our feet sinking into the fake shag pile carpet, our bodies reclining on an expensive leather suite that Lacey had just purchased on a whim, “No faking, you have to go all the way and totally enjoy what you are doing, we want the movie to sell, and no one likes anything that is fake.”

“Of course,” Lacey agreed with him and I spluttered back a laugh by pretending to choke on some soda I was drinking.

“How about we see how natural you can be?” Jake suggested and my ears pricked up at his words.

“Sure,” Lacey said and smiled a wide gullible smile.

“Take your top off, “Jake ordered her and without a protest Lacey whipped of her pretty baby blue designer sweatshirt and flung it to one side. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits were as magnificent as ever. I bit back my feelings of resentment and jealousy; after all I wasn’t so dumb as to fall for Jake’s “wonderful” idea.

Jake turned to me and grinned.

“That’s pretty natural,” he said to me and I found myself smiling.

”Yes,” I agreed, “But Lacey, part of being natural also means being a slut too; do you think you can be a slut as well as natural?”

Lacey nodded her head vigorously but I looked doubtful. 

“It takes more than just showing your tits to be a slut,” I said, “Doesn’t it Jake?”

”Absolutely,” Jake said and Lacey pushed her breasts out toward us and said aggressively.

“I can be the best slut around!”

“You’re going to have to prove it,” I said slowly emphasising each word, “Jake let’s see how slutty Lacey can be.”

Smiling Jake reached for Lacey who was sitting on the sofa and pulled from it so she was on her knees in front of him, she didn’t resist, her eyes were huge and eager and her rib cage was rising and falling slowly in anticipation. He cupped her breasts in both hands and began to slowly fondle them. I watched Lacey’s hands reach for Jake’s crotch, and slowly she began to rub it and I head her sigh.

“Go see if Frank is in,” Jake said to me as I watched them, fascinated by what was happening in front of my eyes, “Let’s help Lacey get into slut mode properly!”

I obeyed; we both knew full well that Frank would be in. He’s the new temporary Janitor for this apartment complex, not long out of the army, a dishonourable discharge due to an injury to his knee during night manoeuvres.

He’s just doing the Janitor bit whilst he works out what he really wants to do. Despite his injury he is tip-top physical condition, he goes to the gym every day and I have never seen such a well oiled, well muscled body. 

Jake’s as blonde as Lacey is, but he’s more tanned due to time in the desert and his eyes are green and sparkling. I know full well he won’t turn down my request to come up to Lacey’s apartment, I’ve seen him watching her, and he probably wants to get in her panties as much as any man in this complex does.

I was right about Frank. He didn’t bat an eyelid when I told him what was going on in Lacey’s apartment and he was invited to join in. He just followed me to the apartment by which time, Lacey’s face was buried in Jake’s pants and she was sucking his cock. I watched as a slow smile slid over Frank’s handsome face. He turned to me and said in his slow Southern drawl.

”You going to join us?”

I shook my head.

”I want to watch,” I said and I moved to a nearby comfortable armchair to drape myself over. I was going to watch and get myself off at the same time but I think both Jake and Frank already knew this.

Frank strode over to the kneeling Lacey and knelt down behind her. He and Jake acknowledged each other with a quick nod. Lacey’s mouth was moving rhythmically back on forth on Jake’s rapidly swelling cock and he looked blissful, sitting with his legs straddled and Lacey’s head bobbing up and down on him like a yo-yo on a string. 

I watched in delight as Frank began to kiss the back of Lacey’s neck, moving down her spine, his hands sliding their way to cup her free and easy breasts. He did it with such ease and confidence I don’t think that Lacey even noticed at first until he began to tweak her tits. Gently at first, then harder and harder until I heard her gurgle and arch herself against Jake’s cock, she was practically kissing his balls she was so deep throating him. 

I found my own hand moving toward my crotch. I was wearing a skirt and I tugged it upwards and pressed my fingers into the damp material. Shit, I was wet already! As I was pulling my skirt over up Frank was doing the same with Lacey’s skirt.

She was wearing one of her thongs, the black one that was so tiny I’m amazed it covered anything if it did cover anything that is! Frank stroked her smooth buttocks, admiring their milky hue. She rose up to meet his hands and he gripped them tightly and then he turned to look at me. Our eyes met and he grinned at me.

“Sure you don’t want to join us?” he said and I shook my head.

“I like doing things myself,” I said trying to keep my voice even, not wanting to let him know how turned on I was and my hand began to move slowly up and down on my crotch. He turned back to his task, and began to kiss Lacey’s buttocks whilst pulling her thong down.

“Oh yeeeeeeeeeees!” Jake moaned his eyes closed, his hands stroking Lacey’s golden hair, “I’m gonna cum real soon!”

As soon as he spoke, Lacey drew away from him; she was smiling in the most seductive manner.

”First you fuck me,” she purred and turned to Frank who was biting down on her neck, “I’ve got another cock I want to suck!”

I almost came myself when she spoke! Talk about slutty behaviour or what! Lacey wasn’t certainly proving she could be a natural slut with very little help from anyone! Neither Frank nor Jake protested, Jake practically spun Lacey to face Frank and I found myself panting with pleasure as my fingers slid in and out of my own now VERY moist hole. 

I almost regretted not agreeing to join them but I’m a strange person, if I’m going to fuck someone, it’s got to be someone I really like, call me fussy but that’s the way I am. I heard the zip on Frank’s jeans go and Lacey’s head disappear once again into another crotch. This time though she had her work cut out. If she thought Jake had a large cock, she hadn’t seen Frank’s!”

His meat was HUGE, and I mean huge, and even with Lacey’s wide mouth she had trouble getting it all in but he helped her, she was going to suck his cock and suck it good and proper! I heard her gag a few times but she persevered, and I watched in amazement as Frank’s swollen member slid in and out of her mouth like a snake going up and down a greased pole.

By then Lacey was on all fours and Jake was on his knees behind her. One hand was braced against her rhythmically moving hips, and I watched from my vantage point as the other hand suddenly snaked to her cunt and he plunged his fingers inside her with the words.

“Let’s get this bitch really going!”

He began to hand fuck her, not gently but hard, his hand working her cunt with vigorous precise thrusts. I heard and saw Lacey jerk in two directions as her body responded to his words and actions. She was practically skewered onto Frank’s cock and I’m sure her eyes momentarily popped out of their sockets but she didn’t stop, Lacey was proving herself to be quite a determined little slut!

“Shit!” I heard myself gasp as I bucked against my own fingers, “Oh shit!”

Frank suddenly jerked out of Lacey’s bulging mouth, her eyes were rightly shut and a trickle of his juices slid down the side of her mouth. Air exploded from her lungs.

“Fuck me Jake!” she screamed as soon as she could breathe properly, “Oh God Fuck me Jake!”

Frank turned to me and he was smiling as he spoke.

“Time for me to help you out Molly” he said his green eyes glinting.

I didn’t even have time to protest, he was that fast, one second I was sitting with my legs parted, one hand in my panties, the next, he was straddled between my legs, dragging me half down the chair, taking me by surprise, that I couldn’t even cry out. My panties were ripped off me in one sudden flick of the hand and his head buried itself into my crotch, his tongue tasting my salty swollen wetness, gorging on me like a man who hasn’t had a meal for a VERY long time.

“HOLY SHIT!” I bellowed, as I thrashed up and down on the chair totally turned on and outraged at the same time, “Frank, stop it, you bastard stop it!”

Of course I was shouting out my protests in vain, Frank had no intention of stopping and I was nowhere near strong enough to make him stop. I grabbed at his blonde hair, trying to pull him away but he had me in a vice like grip, and his tongue was so deep inside me I knew I would cum very soon and the son-of-a-bitch knew it too. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Jake was getting it on with Lacey. He was no longer hand fucking her; his cock was now being rammed into her cunt with as much vigour as Frank’s tongue was being rammed up me. I whimpered in pleasure and arched my back, cursing both Frank and Jake but knowing I was going to blow anytime soon. 

Lacey’s unfettered tits were bouncing like two wild and free beach balls. I was mesmerised, I have a good pair of jugs but nothing like Lacey’s and then Lacey reared up suddenly, like a gorgeous filly in the process of being broken in. Jake’s hands grabbed her tits simultaneously and began to squeeze and feel them, his head was buried in her neck and she was arched into him her arms around his neck and she was crowing. Yes, the bitch was crowing with pleasure as he fucked her from behind and I began to wonder who the real fool in all of this was. I didn’t get to think about it for long, Frank came up for her and dragged me face him.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time Molly,” he rasped shocking me and then I felt the tip of his rock hard cock pressing against the swollen wet lips of my vagina and he was pressing into me, slowly, making me buck because he was so big.

“You can’t” I croaked but he could and he did, his cock was not going to be denied, I was going to take all of him and he was going to fuck me like Jake was fucking Lacey.

I don’t know whether I was angry or pleased by this extreme turn of events. Oh what the hell I thought savagely and I rammed my hips hard against him meeting him mid way and letting him thrust inside of me, deeply, and fast, making my eyes water with the sheer size of his cock, oh my God this was going to be one hell of an orgasm, not only for me but for him too! He was like a train on the last stretch of its journey uphill, moving faster and faster, knowing that very soon it’s going to have to go down hill with equal speed, putting on the brakes just at the right moment before it can screech to a triumphant halt at its final destination.

“Don’t you dare cum inside of me!” I hissed suddenly aware that the brakes were about to be put on because Frank body was heaving against mine in that old familiar way, “I’m not on the goddam pill!”

“Tough,” Frank plunged deeper inside me, grinding back and forth, forcing me to clutch at his shoulders else I would I would disappear under him totally “Here I cum!!!!”

At that moment Jake let out a whoop as did Lacey, and despite my fury at Frank’s refusal to withdraw I felt wave after wave of pleasure rapidly rise up inside my gut, swirling around me like a ribbon of delicious colours that I could both see and feel. I let out an orgasmic scream, clawed at Frank’s heaving back, bucked back and forth until I was dizzy which precipitated him letting out a huge grunt of gratification and I felt him detonate his load inside of me in swell after swell of cum.

Frank’s hot spunk gushed out of me, all over Lacey’s new leather armchair and into the shag pile that Frank was kneeling on. The man was a veritable Niagara Falls and my cunt wasn’t that big that it could take all his cum all without there being a back flow. His mouth that had only moments before had been gorging on my pussy was suddenly on my mouth and he was kissing me so hard I knew it wasn’t only my cunt that going to be real sore tomorrow!

Seconds later Jake and Lacey came, and through my own heaving and gasping I watched them crashed into each other, deflate and then collapse against into a sated contented heap on the shag-pile.

Lacey turned a languid face toward me and said whilst licking her luscious lips.

“I think I’m a pretty good slut,” she said and I had to laugh. I think we both were pretty good sluts that day but even though I was seriously pissed about Frank coming inside of me, I had to admit it was by far the best fuck I had experienced in a very long time.

As for Lacey making that adult movie for charity, she actually went ahead and did it! She so impressed Jake he got some friends of his to finance it and get it off the ground. 

Jake directed it of course; they called it, “Lacey’s Cosmic Bang” and it sold a mint of copies I can tell you! Charity got a fair chunk of the proceedings as Lacey wanted so she was happy and she got to be a star too!

Lacey also found her niche in life. She is known in the Porn Circle as Lacey Banges and her gullible nature is making her a fortune. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry but I guess I’m pleased for her, I guess…

As for me, I got pregnant, can you believe it? Frank knocked me up! I was furious of course, I didn’t want to join the mommy brigade, I was going to have an abortion but Frank put a stop to that. Seems like Frank has been after me for a long time, but I was so wrapped up in being jealous of Lacey I didn’t see it.

So I’m now pregnant and hitched. Doesn’t stop Frank from making my eyes water though, he’s one horny bastard, not that I mind, I’ve found out that pregnant women have hormones that are ALL over the place as well as their tits practically doubling in size. I didn’t think my jugs could get that big I can tell you! Also I can’t get enough of Frank, and he’s the same with me. 

However the best thing is that I have found that I can deep throat him EVEN better than Lacey, so remember everyone, if you have a gal pal who looks like Uma Thurman, don’t be jealous, because not everyone wants to fuck a model, they want real women, and real women are just like you and me...



Lacey and Olivia



Author's Note: This is the fictional tale of two people, both of legal age, finding love at a fictional college. It's sappy and dialog heavy and it takes awhile to get to the sex(the good sex anyway) so it may not be for everyone. But if it is for anyone, I hope they enjoy

September 3rd, 2006:

It was an annual tradition on the campus of Burling College. At the end of summer, just as the leaves started turning brown, thousands of young freshman students would move into one of the campus' 11 dorms. Some came with their mothers and fathers and there were teary goodbyes, some came by themselves but all of them settled in to their first real step on the road to adulthood. It was in one of the almost impossibly cramped rooms of Thurberg Hall that Olivia Thornton was now standing having her own unique goodbye with her own parents.

"I can't believe how small this room is." said Constance Thornton disapprovingly as she surveyed her surroundings. It was indeed a tiny room. Barely enough room for the two single beds, small desks and single shared dresser. "Whatever happened to that dormitory we saw on our tour? With all the space and the shared living areas?"

"That was another building, dear." Her father, Ian, reminded his wife in his dry, English tones as carried the last of Olivia's things in from the hallway. "Goodness me, it is a bit small, isn't it?"

"That's what I was saying, Ian." Her mother's voice was pure educated WASP "Why aren't you living in that building, Olivia?"

"I put in for it." Olivia answered, her mind drifting elsewhere "But everyone does. Housing assignments are random."

"Your grades didn't matter?" Constance seemed impossibly irritated by her Daughter's room. Far more than her Daughter was. "Or your extra-curriculars?"

"A school like this, mother? Everyone has my grades or better."

"It's not so bad, eh?." Her father said as he put the bags in the small, shared closet and gave his daughter what was meant to be a reassuring pat on the arm "Before you lot, I'd lived in a number of flats half the size and with twice the people.

"Well, we should be off I suppose, Let you settle in." Constance said with only the briefest hint of emotion. Olivia realized the significance of the moment. She was near the desk, her parents near the door. There was a stack of boxes, literally between them. Olivia noted for a second as she looked at her parents and then, at her own reflection in the mirror hanging on the door behind them, how clearly she was a product of the two of them. Like her father, she was tall, standing 5'10 to his 6'4 and had inherited his eyes, bothin their deep blue colour and the astigmatism that had them both wearing glasses. Like her mother, she was pale, with a complexion that looked as smooth and creamy as ivory. She also had her mother's high cheekbones, impeccable posture and dark chocolate hair, only slightly more invitingly displayed in Olivia's ponytail than it was in her mother's tight bun. Olivia opened her mouth to say her own goodbye but, before she'd had the chance, a very different voice entered the room.

And though she was firmly committed to the same career path her parent's had each taken, pre-med and then med-school and then surgery, and though she was not only the kind of girl who'd been on that path and even devoted time to thinking about her area of specialty since she was 12, she had none of the emotional distance of her father or her mother's coldness. She was kind-hearted and cheery. 

"Oh my stars." 

The three Thornton's turned to the doorway to see another girl, struggling with two impossibly large suitcases. She was clearly out of breath as she pulled one a few more inches and then the other. 

"Allow me to help you with that, my dear." Ian came to the girl's rescue, taking both of the bags in his hands and lifting them into the room, still grunting at the weight of them. The girl kept still in the doorway, hands on her knees and hunched over, breathing hard from the exertion.

"Finally, a gentleman." The tones of her voice were clearly southern but the accent was soft and understated. "You would not believe how many folks simply watched me breaking my back with those things."

"Dreadful, isn't it, the state of chivalry these days," Olivia's father added dryly as he put the suitcases to the side of the other bed, allowing the girl to finally enter the room. There couldn't have been a bigger contrast between the assembled family and the new girl. She was blonde, with tanned skin and the smallest and lightest dusting of freckles. Unlike the very conservative dress of the Thorntons, the parents both in suits and even Olivia in a dress shirt and skirt, she wore a football jersey that was seemingly 3 sizes too small, pulled tight over two very large breasts and not covering her flat stomach and pierced navel. Distressed, low riding jeans and ratty blue sneakers completed the ensemble. She took a second catching her breath, her hands resting on curved hips before brightening into a thousand watt smile as she looked at the three of them.

"Well y'all must be the Thorntons." She guessed correctly "I hope I'm not intruding on a goodbye?"

"No, not at all dear." Ian assured her "We'd said ours and were just on our way."

"Well, then I'm glad I caught you in time to say hello." the Blonde approached them with an outstretched hand "I'm Lacey Miller and I suppose I am going to be your daughter's roommate."

"Hello Lacey." Constance shook her hand first, looking at Lacey as though she were a member of a different species. Not disapprovingly or judgmentally, simply as though she'd been assigned to study her. Ian extended his hand as well to her but Lacey shook her head in the negative.

"No sir, my hero gets a hug." Lacey said as she embraced him. 

"Oh yes, alright." Ian chuckled as he accepted the gesture warmly, even though it was with some surprise. 

"And you must be Olivia." Lacey said, expertly navigating the boxes on the floor to also surprise the taller girl with a quick embrace. "Oh I am so happy to meet you. I don't know if you're like me but I've thought about meeting my college roommate for years now and how we'd just be as close as two girls can be and I just know, I mean seeing you confirms it but I knew ever since I saw your name on that housing assignment thing they sent out, that we are just going to get along famously."

The words came in a blur, an excited, happy blur. Olivia couldn't help but laugh and return the hug. 

"And just look at you." Lacey continued, without drawing a breath "You are just as pretty as a thing can be, like a hand-carved doll of a princess. We are going to have to have a bouncer at the door to keep the boys away, aren't we?"

Olivia's parents gave her a slightly disapproving look at that last part and she returned it with a frosty one.

"Actually, Lacey, I'm...."

"Will your parents be along, Lacey?" Constance asked quickly, eager to change the subject. Lacey sat down on the small chair at her desk and set her laptop bag down in front of her.

"Oh no, no. They're back in Abilene. I flew out from Dallas at the airport. I swear, you should have seen my Daddy, crying so hard you'd have thought the Cowboys were leaving Dallas for Timbuktu." Lacey laughed at the memory. Constance gave that a weak smile while Ian, not getting the reference, at least seemed to empathize with the feeling. "How about you? Where you from?"

, 

"Well, I'm originally from Montpelier and Ian is from...."

Olivia drifted out of the conversation as she sat down at her own desk. She missed Abby so much. She hated that she was here and that Abby was still back home. She pulled from her phone and began typing out a text message: "Just got here, miss you baby so much, love you" and sent it to the entry on her phone saved for her girlfriend. Her wonderful, beautiful, delightful girlfriend who's only flaw was being born late in the year so that, despite having turned 18 only a few months after Olivia had, she was only now starting her senior year in Prep. It was barely a minute before she got her reply. She felt her heart skip and then ache as she read "Love U too, baby, have fun, kisses". Olivia couldn't wait for the year to end. Abby would join her here in Burling at the end of the year, they'd move off campus together and it'd be just like she always dreamed. Her fond day dreams were interrupted by her realization that the conversation between her roommate and her parents was still going on.

"...well, Daddy's Chief of the Fire Department back home and Mom's a homemaker I suppose although she's started up this internet company where she's selling her pies on-line. Not just pies but cookies and such as well and, let me tell you, they are absolutely worth it although I've never completely understood how she ships them and how they'd taste after being in the mail. So I'm not sure what you'd call her. Baker or Entrepreneur or something along those lines. I should email you the link to her site because, I tell you, I've been gone less than 6 hours and I already miss her cooking so you don't even know what you're missing..."

September 4th, 2006

"Do you think your parents liked me?" Lacey asked, completely out of the blue, as she stretched up to put her textbooks on the highest of the bookshelves.

"Of course, why wouldn't they?" Olivia laughed a little as she effortlessly did the same with her own books. 

"Ugh, when I get all excited and nervous, I know I go overboard on the whole good ol' girl thing. I'm all 'goodness, gracious me, today is as hot as my daddy's texas chili' and so on." Lacey's voice was indeed even softer, with a little less of her accent, today. "I mean, don't get me wrong, Texas-born and Texas-bred and all that but I hate thinking I came off as dumb or flighty or anything."

"Don't worry about it. My parents are....hard people to get a read on but, trust me, I'm sure you delighted them." Olivia wasn't all that sure of what she was saying, her parents did tend towards the judgmental and snobby, but she definitely thought it was better to reassure Lacey.

"Because I won the state spelling bee at 8, you know." Lacey said defensively

"You mentioned." Olivia nodded with a smile

"Got the highest SAT score in my whole high school's history."

"Uh huh." Olivia was skimming through the first few pages of her biology textbook now."

"I'm on a full ride here. And they don't give too many of those for academics."

"Didn't give one to me, that's for sure." Olivia said in acknowledgement, not that tuition was a problem for her parents. 

"Well, I won't fret too much." Lacey said as she put the last of her books away, before sitting down on her desk. "But if you manage to talk to them soon, slip one or two of those things in there so they know I'm smarter than a tree full of cartoon owls." 

"Whatever you say, Daisy Sue." Olivia teased as she also sat down. It'd been a long day, the line in the bookstore had been 3 hours long and then they'd both walked back across campus carrying the thousands of dollars and untold pounds of books back to the dorm. She leaned back on the chair, trying to get it to hit the knot in her back.

"By the by, did you see who lives next door?" Lacey asked, her voice a low and conspiratorial whisper despite the door being shut. Olivia shook her head in the negative. She knew that on a co-ed floor like this it was arranged so it'd be a pair of boys in the next room but she hadn't, nor was she especially likely to have, taken specific notice of any of them. 

"Tim Fitzgerald, can you believe it?" Lacey revealed with incredulity.

"Who's he?" Olivia shrugged

"Only, like the best basketball player in the history of anything. Guy was on the cover of magazines when he was 16." Lacey continued. Olivia was not a sports fan by any means and both the name and the level of accomplishment were lost on her. Lacey seemingly picked up on that and continued "And if that don't float your boat he is absolutely gorgeous. He's, like, 6'9 and nothing but muscles and dimples and green eyes and goodness...you really didn't notice him?"

Olivia had taken notice of a very tall guy next door a little earlier but hadn't taken all that much interest. Olivia had known she was gay since the moment she knew what being gay meant. She sighed. Not because of the conversation she was having. But because of the conversation she was about to have. She didn't mind it, exactly, she'd had it before and with people she knew better and whose reactions she worried about more but, still, this could be uncomfortable. Especially with Lacey being southern and them getting along so well. She didn't want to hide who she was but if it bothered Lacey or if she needed to move out, well, Olivia found herself looking at her shoes the way she did when she got nervous.

"Lacey, there's something I should tell you. Just so we're completely honest and open with each other because honesty is important in a friendship and especially if we're living together we should be able to live comfortably with each other, right?" This time it was Olivia who's speech was rushed and nervous.

"Of course, Liv, you can say whatever." Lacey was somewhat surprised by the serious twist the conversation had taken but she only had a look of concern on her face as she tried to think of what she might be told. She locked her eyes on Olivia and did her best to give her a reassuring look.

"I'm gay." Olivia said, half exhaled and half spoken aloud. Lacey did recoil just a bit. Just in shock. She had not been expecting that in the slightest. A thousand questions ran through her brain as she looked at her roommate.

"You are? But....I mean....you're so pretty!" Was all that Lacey could say, kind of blurted through her shock. Lacey's comment brought a little look of frustration and disappointment to Olivia's delicate features.

"Yeah, well, thanks and everything but...."

"Oh goodness." Lacey put her hand to her mouth "That was just about the most ignorant, stereotypical thing anyone's ever said in the history of the world, isn't it?"

"No," Olivia smiled a little now, "Not on the right end of the spectrum maybe but it's ok."

Lacey leaned forward to give Olivia a gentle hug.

"Oh, Liv, no. I don't care a bit. If that's your thing, power to you." Lacey said as she gently patted her friend on the back "And I appreciate you letting me know but, no, gosh I do not object in the slightest."

"Because we could work something out if you do feel weird, like where maybe I could not be around when you changed or..."

"Hush, you weirdo." Lacey laughed as she pulled back "It is absolutely no deal, big or small."

Olivia sighed an exaggerated sigh of relief as Lacey returned to her chair and turned her attention to her computer screen.

"Besides, you know, maybe it's the best of both worlds." Lacey mused philosophically as she opened up a web browser. Olivia cocked an eyebrow

"How do you mean?"

"Well, way I always saw it, we'd always be bugging each other the way girlfriends do. 'How does this sweater look on me, does my butt look good in this' and so on."

"Right..."

"Well, now I can get two perspectives." Lacey kept at it. "Your innate sense of feminine style and fashion as well as whether or not it makes you want to throw me down and make sweet, sweet love to me." 

She delivered the line dryly but it did bring a laugh from Olivia.

"I have a girlfriend, you freak."

"Maybe you do, but I am just smoking hot when I get my game on. Best of luck controlling yourself." 

Olivia reached over onto her bed for her pillow and chucked it at her Roommate's head.

October 16th, 2006:

"Oh yes, ride me stud." Lacey was naked on her bed, her legs wrapped around the muscular waist of....Jason? Jeffrey? George? Whatever his name was, his condom wrapped cock was aimed squarely at her ready pussy and he was slowly but surely sinking himself into her. Lacey had been slightly disappointed by the size of him. Not that he was small exactly, but she liked them to be big and she'd been receptive to his advances at the partly because he'd been the largest guy there. On the football team, if the jacket thrown over her desk was a good indication of things. She'd met him at her first frat party, an opportunity that Lacey had seen as her chance to get her first no-string attached college sex while Olivia was back home for the weekend, visiting her girl. Lacey was no stranger to sex. Not that she'd been easy back home but she'd had a few boyfriends and she'd had her fun. Now, she was an adult. At college. And able to have these little flings.

"Oh yes," She moaned as he entered her. Not big. Not quite the feeling of fullness that the biggest of her boyfriends had given her and that she enjoyed so much but, still, Lacey liked sex and while size may have been a nice component of the recipe but it wasn't the whole meal. Her lover's hands roughly grabbed at her naked breasts, seemingly delighted in their size, weighing and them and squeezing them together as he'd done since they started making out. He wasn't terribly subtle with it but, then, Lacey liked a little bit of roughness. Soon he was getting into it, bucking and riding as she'd requested and Lacey could feel herself heating up, could feel that slow pressure building up inside her.

"T...hat is very, very good." Lacey groaned as she lost herself in the feeling, letting her hands roam over her own body and his. Feeling the delicious hardness inside her, again and again, starting her on her journey to that amazing...

"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh yes, yes YES!" The fellow grunted and jerked as Lacey felt the condom balloon up a bit with his seed. She looked up at the ceiling, completely taken out of her moment. He collapsed on top of her and began kissing at her neck.

"That was fucking awesome." He half slurred, drunkenly as he rolled to her side. Lacey was busy cursing god and her own lousy luck. 

"Yeah, any chance you want to stay up for seconds?" Lacey asked hopefully as he withdrew his softening cock from her. He smiled at her.

"Absolutely baby, just let me catch a few bits of sleep and then I'll fuck you so good you'll wish it was...."

But then he was snoring. And Lacey thought up a few new names to call god.

October 17th, 2006

"Fitzy, that is just unbelievably gross." Lacey said as Tim Fitzgerald sat in front of her at one of the tables at the dining hall, a tray of food in each hand. He looked up at her with a slightly hurt expression on his face. Tim, Lacey and Olivia had become fast and inseparable friends almost as soon as the first week of school was over. Tim had subverted both of the girl's concepts of college athletes. He didn't seem to have a serious bone in his body and seemed up for all manner of elaborate ruses and jokes, something that made him a natural match for Lacey but he was well-read and innocent and unconditionally accepting of seemingly everyone and everything, which had endeared him to Olivia. He did, however, have a palette that made eating with him hard to take at times.

"What's wrong? I'm a big guy, I have to eat a lot of food to keep weight." Fitz asked as he picked up one of the three sandwiches on his plate and took a bite.

"And does that food have to be what looks like a peanut butter, jelly and tuna fish sandwich?" Lacey practically gagged as she saw bits drip from the back of his sandwich onto his plate. Fitz thought about her question for a second before answering.

"Well no, it doesn't have to be obviously." He answered seriously "But they are freaking awesome. I'm thinking of a name for it, either Mudfish Surprise or Sloppy Cod's."

"You need help, Fitz."

Tim shook his head and rolled his eyes as he continued eating the bizarre amalgamations on his plate. Lacey went back to idly picking at her own plate, leafing through some History reading she needed to catch up on. Their relative tranquility was ruined, though, by Olivia's crashing backpack landing on the table beside them.




Lacey and Olivia



"What's up bitches?" Olivia exclaimed as she sat down hard beside Lacey, an enormous grin on her glowing face and she grabbed a fry from her roommate's dish and popped it in her mouth.

"Doc Gonzo, how goes it?" Tim asked with his mouthful, the nickname a reference to the book that the Basketball star and the pre-med student had first bonded over. 

"It could not possibly be better, Mr. Duke." Olivia cheerfully responded, getting her hand slapped as she reached for another of Lacey's fries "What's her problem?"

"Got me. She was giving me crap about the sandwich too." 

"Thought of a name yet?" Olivia had been there when Tim had first thought to try it.

"Sloppy Cod is the frontrunner, apparently" Lacey chimed in, still sounding annoyed

"Hmmmm," Olivia thought for a second "What about the Loch Nesswich?"

Tim's eyes lit up

"That's perfect!" 

"You're welcome." Olivia said, enthusiastically "And to repay me you'll never, ever let it get near me."

"So why are you so cheery?" Lacey asked her roommate, briefly looking up from her book. Olivia squealed a little bit at the question.

"Abby's parents were out of town, mine were busy working...." She trailed off for a second "What exactly do you suppose is the world record for orgasms in a weekend?"

Lacey frowned. Her own frustration from the night before came rushing up at her all at once.

"I think I got 12 once." Tim said thoughtfully after a second "Of course, historians will note that was the very first weekend after the Republic of Tim was brought into the Masturbation age."

"And we're done eating." Lacey said with a shake of her head without looking up from her book, pushing her fries towards a receptive Olivia who grabbed another and bit off an end.

"God, it was just...I mean...." Olivia's eyes seemed to be lost in her memories of the weekend "My legs are still wobbly."

"Squats. Should do more squats if sex is leaving your legs drained." Tim offered "I was having the same problem with that sideline reporter I was telling you about, right? So I asked coach..."

"It's just an expression, doofus. It indicates she's been having lots and lots of fantastic sex" Lacey grumbled, closing her textbook with a slam and getting up from the table, stomping out of the hall. "And I hate you two so much!"

Olivia and Tim watched as she walked out in confusion and some humour. They'd never seen Lacey like that and the sight of her, stomping through the hall like a child throwing a tantrum did strike the two of them as more than a little funny.

"You know, I think something may be bothering her." Olivia observed sarcastically

November 28th, 2006

All of Thurberg Hall's 4th floor could hear the crying coming from room F. It had been going on all day and most of the other residents, once they had ascertained that nothing serious was wrong, had left the floor for other pursuits. Tim Fitzgerald, however, had actually been summoned to the room by one of its residents. So, despite the fact that he had a game in a few hours he was trudging to the wailing room, with many shopping bags in hand. He knocked lightly on the door and waited until it was opened by Lacey who stood there, a weary look on her face and still dressed in her pyjamas. Inside the room, kneeling on her bed with her arms around her knees, was Olivia, her eyes and cheeks red and puffy, tears still streaming down her face. 

"Hey there, Doc." Tim said with concern as he approached the bed "Any better?"

"I just...I mean...I don't get it." She said, each pause choked with a sob "How do you go from being in love with someone and saying you know you'll marry them to just dropping them like they're nothing in a month. It was just a month ago that we...that she..."

Her sentence was cut off by a fresh batch of tears. Tim looked at Lacey as if for advice on what to say but Lacey simply shrugged her shoulders with a slightly exasperated look trying to indicate that she'd tried just about everything. Tim put his hand on Olivia's shoulder gently and ran his mind back through all the advice that he'd gotten over the years about hardship. Being a tall, blonde, handsome, fawned over athlete who was a national celebrity before he could drive, however, left him with little to choose from. 

"C'mon there Champ, sometimes things look bad but, well, that's when you stick to your gameplan and ignore the scoreboard and just never give up until the clock runs ou.....ow!" Tim reacted as Lacey slapped him upside his head in order to interrupt his advice.

"Alright Fitzy, enough help, get to your game now" Lacey pulled him to his feet and took his place on the bed, beginning to leaf through the bags that Tim had brought. "C'mon Liv, brighten a little. Tim has brought us all manner of terribly unhealthy things to eat. There's ice cream here and pizza and fried chicken and fried somethings..."

Lacey was currently looking at a styrofoam box filled with french fries and what sort of looked like fried clams.

"Those are actually rocky mountain oysters." Tim said helpfully

Lacey looked from him to Olivia quizzically.

"They're...sniff...fried bull testicles." Olivia choked out

"Oh sweet lord." Lacey said quickly and sternly holding them out to her side, refusing to even look at them. "Get them out of my hand, Fitz"

Tim did, grabbing the box quickly, with an apologetic look on his face.

"You said get comfort food."

"Food to comfort people, Tim. Not Satan's minions." Lacey shook her head "Now, go on, git. It's girl time."

Tim nodded and made his way back to the door, turning to look back at Olivia as he did with concern.

"I've got to go to my game, doll. Feel better, huh?"

"Bye Tim...you're, like, the best friend...ever." Olivia said, with just a bit of a smile.

"Bye Tim." Lacey admonished, shooing him out of the door even as she leaned up to whisper in his ear. "And you can totally post up their power-forward all night. He's awful in the blocks."

And then, as he left, it was just the two of them in the room, alone with their supplies. Lacey looked at her friend and her heart just ached. Sobbing, broken hearted, it hurt Lacey that someone she cared about so much was in so much pain. She walked back to the bed and put her arm around Olivia's slender shoulders. 

"Now, come on, honey. We're just about through with the crying part of this experience." Lacey said warmly but sternly

"But...she....

"No buts, Liv. We had our cry, now we do the rest of it. Now, I am new to this in terms of the lesbian factor which means I can't really rely on my usual 'Boys suck' advice and saying 'Girls suck' would just confuse but I'm going to assume the rest of it is the same. Ice cream, bad food, vodka drinks, cheesy movies and then we go on and get better and remember how great we are and how good things are just around the corner even though it hurts now."

Olivia smiled at this speech. That did sound good right about now. She still felt so sad and angry and hurt, especially after some of the things that Abby had said, but she knew, deep down, that Lacey was right. And having Lacey around did make it seem better. She did blow her nose on the tissue in her hand and manage to stop crying, for a bit as Lacey pulled the Laptop onto the bed with them and put one of the discs into it.

"Thanks, Lace." Olivia said.

"Any time, sweetie." Lacey winked back at her, as she grabbed a few highly alcoholic bottled daquiris from one of the bags and twisting the cap off.

"But you know, lesbian or not, boys still do suck." Olivia said, still somewhat raggedly because of her crying but far more lucent than she'd been

"God, they do, don't they." Lacey laughed as she took a sip.

"Those testicles are still in our room." Olivia said, looking at the box on the dresser

"Yeah, yeah, they are." Lacey nodded, taking another swig. "But don't you worry, I'm going to drink a few of these and then I'll go next door and stick 'em in Fitzy's shoes."

That did bring a little laugh from Olivia. Her first in days.

January 6th, 2007

"How big are your boobs?" 

The question came from Lacey, rooting around in their closet. It was the first weekend back from the Christmas break and she and Tim had already gotten something planned to welcome their floormates back. 

"34 C, why?" Olivia barely looked up from the paper she was writing to answer.

"I need a sports bra for tonight and I don't really have any and I thought yours..."

"You thought you'd fit your giant porn-star boobs into one of my sports bras, did you?"

"Well, I don't know." Lacey sounded exasperated "You're so tall and wear such baggy things that I thought they may be deceptively big."

"Well, they're not." Olivia double checked a fact from he book she'd checked out of the library and then kept writing. "My boobs are frighteningly honest about their relatively average size."

The rummaging noises continued for a few minutes, then there was a loud and exasperated sigh.

"Fine, sexy bra it is. It'll mean I can't run or jump or anything though." 

"I still don't know what it is you're doing, you realize." Olivia muttered

"I told you costume party."

"Why?"

"Who says you need a reason to have a costume party? Fitz and I thought we should have them whenever we decide the floor isn't a happy enough place." Lacey's voice was stilted, clearly she was putting something on when she said this.

"You're both mental patients you know that?" Olivia shook her head in disbelief.

"Oh hush up and tell me how this looks." Lacey's voice was clearer now, standing in the room proper instead of the closet. Olivia tilted her head up and there was Lacey, wearing a pink lace demi-bra and matching panties. Olivia just stared for a second. She'd seen Lacey in various forms of undress before but this...well, this was new. Lacey was just gorgeous, those 32DD's(which would never have fit in any two of her sports bras) the busty top of a body that did indeed look like a porn starlet's. With her pierced navel, shapely legs and smooth, tanned skin, she had the body of someone you'd expect to see in the throes of sexual bliss. But she had an innocent, sweet, kind face, with strawberry blonde hair and pale lips and these emerald green eyes, well, it was all adding to a problem Olivia had been having. 

She'd finally, only a little while ago, gotten over Abigail to the point where she was even entertaining the possibility of someone else and her sexual fantasies had not involved things she'd done with her ex. But the last few days, she'd been having sex dreams. All about Lacey. All about Lacey in some bit of gorgeous lingerie, offering herself up to Olivia and asking to be taken. Olivia had tried to ignore them. But they persisted, and they had crept into her waking fantasies too. And now, back after the break, here was Lacey wearing what she'd fantasized about. She was crushing on Lacey hard. And she'd tried to keep it out of her mind and had been mainly successful but this, this was too much.

"Well? Do I look good? Want to make sweet, sweet love to me?" Lacey asked with a laugh, the same joke she always told when asking her roommate about her clothes.

"Um yes. Both. Tremendous." Olivia awkwardly gave her a thumbs up as she felt herself flush "Is that your costume?"

"What? No, don't be a perv." Lacey laughed as she walked back in the closet "Like I said it was going to be a sports bra but because my costume is so weirdly shaped people will be able to see what I've got on under a little and I figure if I can't be practical, I'll give a little treat."

"So, uh..." Olivia felt her mouth dry up a little "What is your costume."

Lacey stepped out of the closet, she was now wearing a bright red Burling College basketball uniform. With the #99 on it. Olivia knew it instantly. She'd been dragged to enough games to recognize it even if it wasn't worn by dozens of students and sold in all of the gift shops. It must have actually been Tim's, however, as the shorts easily reached the floor, and the jersey nearly did as well. The neck hung so low that it did, indeed, display quite a bit of cleavage.Lacey would have looked like she was wearing a bizarre shapeless dress if not for the size 16 high top basketball sneakers sticking out from under it. Lacey would have looked like she was wearing a shapeless dress if not for the size 16 high top basketball sneakers sticking out from under it. 

"I'm Burling College basketball sensation Tim Fitzgerald." Lacey said with a bit of a dramatic flourish as she pinned her hair up over her head, she continued her description, switching her cheery, southern tones to Tim's flatter, mid-western monotone "I eat gross food and never remember to take my clothes out of the dryer."

"Cute. Nice of Tim to let you use that." Olivia chuckled, half at the joke and half at the ridiculousness of the sight.

"That's the best part" Lacey giggled "Tim doesn't know about it. I stole the uniform from him a month ago and told him we're going as two Ninja Turtles!"

"You put that much thought into your costume but forgot about your Lit Mid-Term until 20 minutes after it started."

"Oh shut up, I still aced it, didn't I and besides....

There was a knock on the door. 

"Hey it's me," Came Tim's voice, "Open up". 

Lacey giggled and clapped her hands and urged Olivia to be quiet which her roommate did. Lacey shuffled to the door as best as her odd get-up would allow and opened it quickly, already in the midst of the same introduction she'd given Olivia.

"I'm Tim Fitzgerald, Burling College Basketball sensation and ohmygod I hate you so much I could scream."

Tim was standing before them wearing a skin tight T-shirt, with round objects of some kind bulging out his chest, and revealing his own muscular stomach that had what looked like a fake ring in the navel. There were skin tight, low riding jeans and what looked like a pink thong's waistband clearly visible. Topping it off were a pair of ridiculously impractical heels and a long, blonde wig.

"I'm Lacey Miller, Burling College Journalism Major." Tim said with his own dramatic flourish and in his own imitation of Lacey's voice "And if y'all didn't know, I drink like a sailor and take my friend Tim's basketball uniform, which his coach made him pay to replace, to try to win the costume party."

"You're the worst person ever." Lacey fumed

"I pretend that I just dress casual but I secretly love it when I turn heads so I wear tight and revealing clothes, even to early morning class." Tim continued

"Oh yeah, well, I...." Lacey returned to her Tim voice "I have sex with gross groupies who wouldn't like me if I weren't a ridiculously over-rated basketball player who relies on his jump shot when he could post up anyone in the conference."

"Well, I don't know about you fine northern folk but I'm so insecure I can't stop braggin' about my academic acheivements even though everyone acknowledges I'm very bright."

"I'm a terrible dancer and nobody has the heart to tell me!" Lacey shouted as she did an imitation of the weird, jerky motions Tim had made the last time they'd all gone to a club together.

"I'm the worst pool player in the world and only ever win when my friend Tim scratches on the 8 ball! On purpose!"

Olivia just shook her head and tried to go back to writing her paper. At the very least her friends insanity had gotten the thought of Lacey in her underwear off of her mind. At least for a bit. But now it was back, even as she heard them continue their dueling impressions down the hall. Olivia put her glasses down and worried. She'd get over this crush. She was sure of it.

January 30th, 2007

"Boys do suck, you know that?" Lacey slightly slurred as she stumbled back to her dorm room, her arm slung over Olivia's shoulders and her shoes in hand. She'd been returning from a fraternity party and had been lucky to run into Olivia down in the lobby of her building. Lacey had, as usual maybe had one drink too many. Not to the point of being sick but definitely to the point of being a little silly and needing to be put to bed. Olivia was happy to oblige.

"They do, huh?" Olivia smiled as she got Lacey inside the door of their room.

"They do. You never know if they're any good in bed and if they're not then you can't just ask them about it and it makes the whole getting laid process very, very aggravating." Lacey said, peeling her dress up and over her head. Like most of her party nights, Lacey had again chosen to wear some fairly sexy undergarments. This time a matching plaid combo. Olivia, who's crush hadn't gone away, was luckily a good enough friend so that when she saw her friend awkwardly and drunkenly strip, it struck her as silly, rather than sexy. Lacey got to her bed and, giggling, pulled Olivia down on it with her.

"Let's have sex!" Lacey blurted out, giggling. Olivia just looked at her friend, blinking once to make sure she'd heard correctly and then laughing.

"Ok, drunky, that's when we know you've had too much." Olivia tried to extricate herself from her friend's clutches.

"No, I mean it. Hot lesbian sexy sex." Lacey continued, planting a kiss on Olivia's forehead. Olivia rolled her over onto her side and lay her friend down, Lacey's grip was tight, however, and Olivia wound up falling with her, winding up in a spooning position.

"We totally should do it." Lacey kept at it, although her voice was now a clear mixture of alcohol and sleep, far more than anything serious.

"Tomorrow maybe." Olivia laughed. Her daydreams had definitely never been this ridiculous and, thankfully, she found Lacey easy to resist.

"We will. We're going to wake up and totally do freaky stuff to each other." Lacey kept Olivia's arms around her tightly, enjoying the cuddling even if her drunken overtures were being denied.

"Whatever you say." Olivia snuggled up tighter, they'd slept like this in the past, when Olivia had been so broken up over Abby and Olivia certainly didn't think of it as being sexual. Even now that she was definitely feeling an attraction to her friend.

"I mean it you know,' Lacey turned back to look at Olivia "I've always thought I might experiment in college and you're the hottest, bestest girl ever and you should totally do dirty things to me."

"Tomorrow, Lace. You have drunk breath tonight."

"Mmmm, tommorrow." Were the last words Lacey said before drifting off to sleep. Olivia curled up next to her friend, laughing a little at her antics but, much to her chagrin, there was that little, small part of her, in the back of her mind, that she'd been trying to keep pushed down, that wondered if Lacey had meant what she said. If she would wake up the next day and want to have sex. And Olivia wondered what she'd do if that happened.

Olivia got very little sleep that night.

February 13th, 2007

It was a harsh winter that year and, half in an effort to combat the whipping winds and chilling cold outside and half simply because it made watching a movie easier, Lacey and Olivia were bundled up in blankets on Lacey's bed. They were doing just about whatever they could to combat the cold that was the result of Thurberg Hall's creaky, 1970's era furnace. They'd"borrowed" the travelling Tim's hot plate to to make store-bought hot chocolate and soup, were dressed in flannel pyjamas and, because it was a Friday and neither of them had much of any work to do the next day, Olivia hadn't even objected when Lacey had broken out a half full bottle of rye and suggested that they "Irish" up the rest of their hot chocolate(and, especially noteworthy for Olivia, she hadn't even mentioned that it would have been more appropriate to say it was more like "Canadianing" it up). 

But there was a distance between them. Figuratively and, with the two of them on opposite ends of the bed, a literal one. Neither girl would have admitted it, even to themselves, but there was a singular and shared reason for why they weren't quite at ease with each other as they tended to be. Olivia was still in the midst of what seemed like an impossible to shake crush on her roommate and so was Lacey.




Lacey and Olivia



Lacey's had been going on for some time now. Before her drunken come ons of a few weeks earlier. Lacey had never really been attracted to a girl before but the truth was she was an open and curious girl and she'd simply never given the matter a lot of thought. Now, talks with her best friend about her best friend's sex life were leading to Lacey hearing things described she'd never seen or done before and, being curious, Lacey occasionally would investigate those things on-line when nobody was around. Which, more than once, had lead to some very, very satisfactory sessions of self-pleasure. So when the idea of actually doing some of those things became an itch that Lacey realized she wanted to scratch, she couldn't help but look at Olivia differently. Much like Lacey's first time with a boy back home, Lacey liked the idea of doing these things with a friend. Someone she cared about and got along with and knew wouldn't be a jerk. 

And, as Lacey had said the first time she'd seen the tall, graceful girl sitting on the bed with her, Olivia was beautiful. It was easy to picture kissing those soft, plush lips. Even, now, under layers of glasses, clothing and blankets and her hair tied in messy pigtails, Olivia looked like she wouldn't have been out of place on a movie set. Her attraction to Olivia had been a burr under her saddle for some time and maybe it was the cold or the bit of whiskey or just the fact that Lacey wasn't the kind of girl who'd feel something and bury it, Lacey knew she was going to act on those feelings. Or at least broach the subject matter.So when the movie came to an end, Lacey turned on the bed to face Olivia, who gave her a warm smile. 

"Another one?" Olivia asked, referring to the stack of movies they'd picked up

"No." Lacey shook her head "I have something I want to ask you."

"Shoot." Olivia smiled as she took the last remaining sip of her hot chocolate. 

"Ok, I want to say something but you have to promise to hear it with an open mind." Lacey started by looking deep into her roommate's eyes. God they were a gorgeous, blue.

"Promise."

"And if you don't like what I say you swear to forget it forever and chalk it up to craziness."

"Just say it, Lacey." 

Lacey bit her lip. It was the point of no return, really. If she let the cat out of the bag now there might not be any putting of it back in. So she hesitated for a moment, but just a moment.

"Remember the night a couple weeks ago when I was drunk and I said I wanted to have sex with you?"

Olivia nodded her head with a big smile, it had been endearingly silly on Lacey's part. And though her own feelings for Lacey had kept the possibility in her mind, she still wasn't sure what Lacey was getting at here.

"Of course, it's not a problem, I know you'd just had too much and...."

"No, see, thing is that was one of those In Vino Veritas moments." Lacey said "I do want to. A lot."

Olivia looked at her friend, first in disbelief, like it was some weird joke, and then, only seeing sincerity in her friend's eyes, a small shake of the head that clearly was meant to ask if she was serious. Lacey nodded.

"I do. I'm attracted to you. And I don't hide stuff like that. And maybe it's just a silly crush and you don't feel the same way...."

"No, I do I totally do." Olivia assured her, causing Lacey to break out in a grin "But, you're straight, right?"

"Well, obviously there's a little curve to my road." Lacey shrugged. "And I'd very much like to go down it...or travel it any way with my best friend instead of going out there and, I don't know, crashing one of your Gay Student Alliance mixers looking for chicks."

Olivia's was doing her best to not let her heart beat right out of her chest. She couldn't wash the smile off of her face. This wasn't Lacey in some lingerie, offering herself like in a porn movie, this was better, this was real. It took every instinct not to just grab Lacey and finally taste those pale lips. Olivia still had concerns.

"But roommates....feelings...hurt....risk." Olivia was finding it hard to put the words in the right order but the gist of it got out.

"I'm a big girl, Liv, and I'm going into it with no expectations or pressure or drunkenness. Just want to, you know, throw caution to the wind and see where this takes me or us or whatever" Lacey said as the two girls shifted, lying parallel on the bed now, "Besides, if things do get bad between us one of us could always move into Tim's room while the other would have to live with Tim"

Olivia's eyes went wide

"1....2....3....not it." She rushed out and touched her nose.

"Oh fuck." Lacey grumbled for a second but kept her eyes locked on Olivia's "Well, hell will freeze over before I let it get that weird then."

"God, we're really going to do this, aren't we?" 

"Looks like." Lacey nodded, able to feel her own heart going a mile a minute."I don't really know what to do, you know." 

Lacey leaned in closer to her friend, she smelled so good, so inviting, even as she could feel Olivia's hot breath on her. Olivia leaned in closer though, eagerly, looking deeply into the blonde's green eyes.





"Good thing I do, I guess." Olivia said before she pressed her mouth forward, her red lips finding her friend's paler lips and just melted into her. A kiss of two soft, smooth creatures, brought on by genuine love and months of pent up attraction on both sides. Olivia was surprised, not unpleasantly at all, that Lacey kissed her back hard. Lacey, new to it though she may be, seemed to bring all of her trademark energy and fire to their kiss. She loved her first kiss of another woman. Her lips, her mouth, her tongue, ever bit of Olivia was soft and inviting and made Lacey want to try more, do more, explore more. The kiss lasted for almost a minute, their hands remaining in place, Olivia's left hand on Lacey's right cheek and her right hand on her roommate's right hip. Lacey's a mirror image. They were pulling each other closer, savouring the feeling of each other's skin as well as the taste of their kiss.Ladid break although, even then, Lacey kept kissing Olivia's chin.

"Mmmm, our first kiss." Olivia moaned. Any worries about what would happen if they didn't like it absolutely gone from her mind.

"Second kiss time." Lacey pulled her back and they kissed again, with equal intensity, breaking to kiss each other's necks, each of them enjoying every little bit of the other's skin as they kissed it. For Olivia it was the getting to kiss the object of her desire for these last few months, for Lacey it was both about her attraction to Olivia and simply the thrill of her first experience with another woman's body. Shirts were quickly pulled off, and mouths had new areas to explore, Lacey's ruby lips found the large, perfectly rounded breasts of her friend delicious, her skin vaguely smelling like coconut and found that little bites and hard sucks of her light brown nipples made Lacey groan and grip her head to her tightly. When Lacey wrestled on top of Olivia and paid the same attention to her smaller, rounded orbs, she found that long, teasing licks around the rosy pink of Olivia's areola brought similar moans. When Olivia found herself on top again their legs intertwined, Olivia began thrust her sex along Lacey's thigh and rubbing her own leg against her friend's wetness. 

Lacey would have been content to stay like this, grinding and grabbing and licking and kissing for ever but her more experienced friend clearly had different ideas. She licked down from Lacey's neck to her breasts, making sure to taste every bit of tanned, toned skin that her friend had to offer, getting whatever she may have missed the first time she'd taken the breasts she'd admired for so long into her mouth. But, beautiful as they were, Lacey's breasts were a rest stop, her destination lay south. She continued to trail kisses down her friends stomach, over the ridiculous belly-button ring she never understood, down to the upper parts of her pelvis. Lacey looked down, biting her lip. The sight of her raven haired roommate kissing her, pulling down the waistband of her pyjama bottoms, was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. 

"Are you sure?" Lacey asked, Olivia just smiled.

"I've been waiting months to taste you. No way I'm getting this close and turning back." Olivia began tugging the pyjamas and panties all the way down, over Lacey's full hips before flinging them aside like the rest of their clothes. She looked back up at her friend, cleanly waxed except for a small patch of blonde hair. Olivia kissed her way back up Lacey's thigh before taking her first long, slow, languid lick of her pussy. It was delicious, unique to Lacey and Olivia knew from that first taste she wouldn't hold back. 

"Holy jesus." Lacey exclaimed as she felt he friend's long, soft but strong tongue run along the length of her lips. It felt electric. Lacey had never been a huge fan of receiving head but Olivia seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She began slowly, teasingly, getting every inch of her, letting her lips and tongue find her clit between licks and gave it little darting licks. Lacey moaned and let her hands run through Olivia's hair as she did, she'd grip it at times, try to pull Olivia even closer to her. Soon that was just what Olivia did, her fingers reaching up to rub and play with the engorged button of her roommate's clit while her tongue probed deeper, licked all around every inch of Lacey's pussy that it could touch. Swirling motions, little cat licks, quick lapping, Olivia kept her on edge and on fire, always doing the unexpected but making sure to keep note of what she was doing when Lacey would say...

"Oh that, oh fuck yes, do that more...please."

Olivia didn't smile, her lips were busy, but she loved the sounds her friend was making. Adorable little groans and begs for more. She'd store what Lacey liked mentally for when she wanted to push her over the edge. 

That time was rapidly approaching. Both because Olivia's ministrations were taking Lacey there at breakneck speed and Olivia knew she should finish up because of the pain in her knees. It was actually a fairly awkward position, Olivia's long legs were dangling over the short bed so her knees were scraping against the bedframe and Lacey was forced to awkwardly prop herself on her elbows to make room. Olivia decided to push her friend past the point of no return her licks were deep, fast and long in the way that Lacey seemed to best respond to while her counter fingers continued to rub and stroke her clit with determined intensity.

"Fuck me, oh god, yes Liv, fuck, fuck fuck!" Lacey practically yanked Olivia into her as she came, her pussy squeezing and pressing around her friend's tongue. She felt her orgasm just burst from her, like a towel being wrung out. She screamed and leaned back on her elbows and relished every little bit of the sensation, Olivia's tongue not stopping it's assault on her for a second of her orgasm, bringing little aftershocks of intense pleasure even after her orgasm subsided. 

"Oh, oh, oh..." Lacey finally relaxed, amazed at how sensitive she was to every little withdrawing movement of Olivia's tongue before finally, she felt Olivia's head kiss back up her thighs, up her pelvis, and rest on her stomach. 

"Wow." Lacey finally exclaimed as she came down from the high of her orgasm.

"Yeah..." Olivia replied dreamily.

"We could have been doing that for months and you let me keep picking up frat guys?" Lacey gave Olivia a bit of a pinch on the shoulder, Olivia responded by biting her softly.

"I can only lead you to the water, sweetie." Olivia rested her hands up on her chin and looked up at Lacey, she was still looking down adoringly at the woman who'd just brought sparks to her eyes. They rested for a second before Lacey began to pulling Olivia back up to her.

"You. What can I do for you." Lacey asked her eagerly as she returned to kissing Olivia's cheek "I don't know how good I'd be at returning the favour exactly but..."

"You don't have to do anything for me babe, that was so...."

"Oh shove it, I'm learning now. Piece by piece maybe but I'm going to learn every bit of what you know so that I can do what to you what you just did to me." 

Olivia looked naughtily at her friend. She did have something in mind, something she liked a great deal. And it meant she could leave the advanced classes for later. 

"Fingers feeling limber?"

Lacey just gave a conspiratorial nod as Olivia quickly shed her own bottoms. She kneeled up on the bed and pulled Lacey with her, the shorter blonde girl kneeling to her side. Olivia took Lacey's hand and pulled it down between her legs, she guided Lacey's hands along her labia, letting her feel her slickness and where everything was. After just a few seconds though, Olivia took two of Lacey's fingers, placed them at the entrance to her cunt and looked encouragingly at Lacey. 

"Fuck me."

Lacey didn't need to be told twice, she pushed her fingers up and into Olivia, surprised at the wetness and tightness, especially only around two of Lacey's small, slender fingers. She began thrusting fairly quickly, as Olivia began bucking her hips a little, riding Lacey's fingers. 

"Oh god yes," Olivia moaned and threw her head back but stayed very much an active participant in the activity, letting her own fingers begin frigging at her clit, almost as if she were masturbating. Lacey was excelling at the beginner's class though, biting and nibbling at Olivia's neck while she thrust her fingers in a steady rhythm inside her friend. Olivia kept riding, kept building herself to it. She'd been dripping since Lacey had brought up the topic of sex and desperately needed to come. Quickly as she could. 

"Suck my tits, Lace, now." She ordered and Lacey complied, latching her lips around Olivia's erect right nipple, sucking it gently into her mouth. Olivia kept bucking, riding, fucking herself on Lacey's fingers until she came, moaning, crying and screaming. An orgasm that was more mental than anything, watching the beautiful texan girl she'd lusted after for so long thrust her fingers inside her and sucking on her breasts more than making up for the lack of experience. She nearly collapsed into Lacey's arms as she came and the two fell together onto the pillow, exhausted and satisfied.

"Yeah, I totally regret that." Olivia mumbled after a moment or two of recovery and reflection

"That was ok?" Lacey asked earnestly

"The okayiest." Olivia gave her a reassuring kiss on the cheek "But we've totally ruined the friendship"

"Totally. We're going to have to be very distant girls who fuck each other's brains out every day." Lacey said, snuggling closer with her friend, pulling the discarded blanket over them as they settled into the bed, still largely intertwined.

"Every day huh?" 

March 4th, 2007

Tim, Olivia and Lacey sat in the dining hall, to the unobservant, it would have seemed exactly like a scene that one could have seen in Thurgsen Hall's cafeteria a hundred times or more that year. But to the especially keen observer, there were a few differences. Lacey and Olivia sat beside each other and, whenever their hands would drop below the table, they'd hold hands tightly. Olivia also gave Lacey the occasional encouraging, but prodding look. Tim might have noticed that change if he hadn't been engrossed in his watermelon and bacon pizza. Eventually, one would have seen Olivia reach under the table and gave Lacey's thigh a little pinch.

"Ow, alright, alright." Lacey said as she slapped Olivia's hand away from her. "Fitzy, there's something we need to tell you."

Tim put his pizza down and tilted his head towards the girls.

"Fire away."

"Liv and I, we're sort of, kind of...a couple."

"A couple of wacky gals, that's for sure" Tim nodded "and..."

"No, Fitz, we're together..." Lacey said, hoping to get the message across

"Well, sure, we're all together here in the dining room and you have something to say to me."

"No, Fitz, me and Olivia are.... you understood the first one and you're totally just fucking with me now, aren't you?"

"I did want to see how long I could keep that up." Tim nodded, before tipping the slice of pizza he was holding towards them. "Mazel Tov"

"You knew?" Olivia asked intrigued by the lack of reaction, Tim turned to her and shook his head.

"No, but if you like I could try and see if I can somehow phone myself five months in the past so I can tell someone who would be surprised by the news." Tim returned to being engrossed by his pizza "You two couldn't have been any gayer for each other if you took an eight month training course on the subject."

March 11th, 2007

It had been a wonderful birthday. Olivia had clearly paid attention to every single word Lacey had said over the course of the year. She'd started the day by giving her lover/roommate/friend/whatever a breakfast of one of Lacey's mother's mail order pies, a tradition that Lacey had started when she was 6. Then morning at the museum of natural history. Then sushi for lunch. Then into the city to watch a movie, then dinner and dancing. The two girls had danced openly and romantically with each other, a first for Lacey. Only now, near 10 pm, had they finally gotten back to the Dorm. Lacey had half expected Olivia to push her down onto the bed and just ravish her, a possibility that Lacey was would have been eagerly in favour of. Since they'd started dating the two of them had been barely able to keep their hands off of each other for two consecutive hours, let alone the two days it had currently been since their last encounter.

But, no, there was just a kiss, sweet and soft. And then Olivia had excused herself into their closet with the promise of a birthday surprise. So Lacey found herself sitting on the two single beds they'd long since pushed together, eagerly awaiting Olivia's re-emergence.

"C'mon baby, what's my surprise." Lacey whined. She heard Olivia make a few movements but Olivia's answer gave no clarity.

"Remember that first time we talked about sex and you told me what you liked best?" Olivia's muffled voice rang from the closet.

"First time we talked about it after us....or first time ever?"

"First time ever." Olivia answered

"No," Lacey said honestly. "Who remembers these things except for you?"

"You said football players. Football players with big dicks who didn't have to ask if something was ok if they wanted to do it."

Lacey cringed a little in embarrassment before replying

"Well, you better not have one in there with you," She teased "Because that was a long time ago and I don't want to be shar....oh my goodness."

Olivia had emerged from their shared closet. The only piece of clothing was a Burling College football jersey. Also, securely fastened around her waist was a very large, very realistic looking strap-on. Lacey couldn't help but laugh a little. 

"What, exactly, do you think you're doing with that, you lunatic?" Lacey said with wide eyes, unable to take her eyes off of the bobbing cock.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out, little lady." Olivia sauntered towards the bed and pushed Lacey back down on it "Got a problem with that?"

"Not even in the slightest, Ma'am." Lacey said, nervously biting her thumb a little. The strap-on was a good deal longer and thicker than any guy she'd been with. Since the start of her romantic relationship with her friend, Lacey had wondered about toys and strap-ons but had been afraid and not all that eager to discuss it. She'd been so enraptured and enchanted by what they had been doing that she hadn't thought to actually broach the subject. What Lacey didn't know, what she'd never thought to ask Olivia in their occasional pre-fucking conversations about each other's sex lives, was whether Olivia enjoyed the act. Olivia did. Very much so. She loved the power, loved the control of fucking with one of these. Once she'd gotten good at it, she especially loved the kind of frantic, screaming orgasms she could extract from her partner. Olivia yanked Lacey's dress off and began hungrily kissing and sucking at Lacey's neck, biting her and roughly, though expertly, squeezing Lacey's large breasts. Lacey groaned when she felt Olivia's teeth sink into her ear. She'd gradually come to realize she liked it very much when Olivia took charge, when she was a little rough. She'd thought she wouldn't have like it as much with a girl but she did. More so because of who it was. So she moaned when Olivia's strong hands roughly flipped her over onto her hands and knees and spread her legs. 




Lacey and Olivia



Olivia was liberally coating the strap-on with the lube that the two now kept on the dresser. She knew it was big. Knew it would test Lacey's limits. But Olivia was looking forward to that. She just wanted to make sure it was as pleasurable as possible. When the cock was as slippery as it could get, Olivia took her place behind her friend and thrust inside, slowly. Luckily the lube and the considerable natural wetness of Lacey's cunt made it a good, if tight, fit. 

"Oh god that's big. So fucking big." Lacey moaned as she felt it enter her. Stretch her. It didn't feel exactly real but close. And it was being rocked in and out of her expertly. She simply braced herself on her hands and knees and enjoyed the fucking that Olivia was administering. She began rocking back on the thrusts just as Olivia would, with a tight grip on Lacey's hips, pull her back onto it. Olivia took little time in going from easing Lacey into it into giving her as much as she could handle. She was grunting her own exertions as she was driving the cock deep into Lacey, fucking her hard and fast.

"Yes, yes, oh god yes baby, fuck me, fuck me." Lacey panted, now slamming herself back on the cock nearly as hard as it was being thrust inside her. When Olivia noticed that she took the opportunity to tilt Lacey up a bit, which allowed her to slip her own hand between Lacey's legs. Olivia began pleasuring the shorter, bustier girl's clit while continuing to feed the cock to her in long, even strokes. Lacey had never felt anything like this, like everything she liked sexually was happening all at once and all at the pace and speed she liked. She felt short of air and the sounds coming from her lips were ragged moans, little squeaks of pleasure. She felt impossibly full, stuffed and stretched, but hungry for more, every electric jolt from her clit opening her up to more stiff and steady fucking. Lacey didn't know what to do with her hands, she squeezed the bed, her pillow, her breasts, her thighs. She was frantic, electric. Every touch of skin, whether it was her own or Olivia's seemed to driver her euphoria higher. She knew she was going to come soon, she knew it would be a big one, she just kept rocking back, kept working with Olivia to give herself the fucking of a life-time. Olivia, meanwhile, sought to placate her ego a bit.

"You like this, don't you? Like getting fucked by my big cock?"

"I do, oh god, fuck me Liv, don't stop, harder." Lacey moaned her appreciation

"Who do you belong to?" Olivia nearly hissed into Lacey's ear.

"You, I'm yours baby. Forever." Lacey eagerly replied,meaning every word. Olivia obliged, fucking harder, stroking Lacey's clit quicker. Olivia smiled, gave her girl a little kiss on the cheek, before doubling her efforts, long thrusts of the huge, thick cock into Lacey's eager, willing cunt. Lacey saw those sparks again as her orgasm overtook her, causing her to shake at first then moan, like it was taking her body time to adjust and be able to process the pleasure, and then, finally, an honest to goodness scream. Loud and piercing. Her body felt like it was contracting tightly and bursting outward all at once. 

"Holy fuck, fuck, fuck!" Lacey kept yelling, finally shoving the pillow into her mouth as the orgasm kept rippling through her. But Olivia didn't stop. She kept pushing, kept pounding. And before the first cum had even finished coursing through Lacey's body the second one started, knocking her over the edge again, like a giant wave washing over her, she kept moaning into the pillow, she was a rag doll now but again Olivia didn't stop and a third orgasm soon demolished Lacey's senses. Then a fourth. Lacey felt as though she was in the middle of a storm, with each subsequent gust a new and larger wave course over her nerve endings. She shook and screamed and collapsed. Then, only then, did Olivia stop. Hunched over, out of breath. She kissed Lacey's neck tenderly, sweetly, proud of the pleasure she'd coaxed from her girlfriend and wearing a huge smile as a result of it. She rolled off of her onto the bed, the cock exiting with an audible pop. Lacey rolled back and the two girls relaxed in each other's arms. 

"Best....birthday....ever." Lacey managed to say between breaths. Olivia kissed Lacey's hand sweetly.

"And it's not even over." The brunette said with a nod towards the alarm clock that was flashing the time of 11:37 pm "You have 23 minutes more of birthday dirtiness coming to you."

"God, that thing may not go down but I need some time to recover." Lacey laughed as she nuzzled into the taller girl's neck.

March 12, 2007

It was nearing the end of regular classes and so Thurberg Hall was less crowded than usual. The lounge, usually full or home to a coffee house performance or a movie showing, was empty, save for a few scattered groups of students, cramming up for upcoming final exams. One of these couches was occupied by Olivia and Lacey, the former sitting upright, taking notes from a pathology textbook while the latter lay horizontally, head resting the Olivia's thigh. Lacey still felt sore from the sex the night before but the smile would not come off her face as she gazed up at her new girlfriend. On the couch directly opposite of them was Tim, also taking notes from a text book who broke the tranquil silence of the moment.

"Huh, isn't that fascinating? You know what my history of architecture textbook says is the single biggest design flaw in modern architecture?" Tim asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice

"MMmmm?" Olivia moaned vaguely, only half hearing the question. 

"What's that Fitzy?" Lacey asked dreamily

Tim looked up from his book

"Thin walls, ladies. Thin walls."

Lacey's eyes went wide. Olivia dropped her pen. Tim returned to his book without a look before adding the addendum.

"And despite remaining the best of friends until the end of their days, the three of them never spoke of it again." 

March 20th, 2007

"I still can't believe I let you talk me into this." Olivia muttered as she settled into her small, red plastic seat at Burling Arena. "I have a paper due tomorrow."

"Oh come on. It's our last chance to watch Fitzy play." Lacey pouted. Olivia couldn't help but smile. Lacey looked very cute with her face all painted and with the giant foam finger. 

"He won't be playing basketball next year?" 

"Not for the Grizzlies." Lacey shook her head glumly "He's going pro."

"Says who?"

"Says Fitz. We talked about it the other night." Lacey continued "Said that he could always come back to school but couldn't pass the opportunity up for his family."

Olivia frowned at this news. She knew enough about what it meant. Lacey leaned over and kissed her girlfriend on the cheek.

"I'll miss him too baby," Lacey said sweetly "But, realistically, he'd never have fit in our place next year no matter what."

Olivia smiled. Their place. They would be getting an off-campus apartment together. With their own space. And thick walls. Olivia looked over, deep into the green eyes of the red and blue faced lunatic she was deeply, profoundly connected to and let something out she'd never said before. 

"I love you Lacey."

Lacey smiled and stared back.

"Well, duh." She teased before giving her girlfriend a kiss "I love you too Liv."

Lacey leaned in closer and whispered.

"And I'm totally fucking you in a bathroom at halftime." 

Olivia shook her head with a smile as Lacey returned to her own seat.

"In your dreams, Superfan."

"You'll go home with Red and Blue thighs and like it, bitch." Lacey said before taking another sip of her soda.

Epilogue 1

June 2nd, 2010, Boston, Massachusetts

"You know I'm not carrying you over the threshold, right?" Olivia said as she carried the box through the apartment hallway. Lacey had beaten her to the door of their new place. It was only a couple of months after graduation and they'd finally settled on a small place they could afford. It would be halfway between the Med school Olivia had been accepted to and the middle school where Lacey was going to be teaching. Lacey just chuckled and opened the door. Both of them had the same reaction. It was barely half the size of their off-campus apartment. 

"Well, I guess that's the price of big city living." Olivia said as she put the box down on the counter top of their kitchen. Lacey punched her playfully before wrapping her arms around Olivia's midsection.

"Stop it, it's going to be perfect." Lacey said, looking up into Olivia's eyes and standing on her tip-toes to give her a sweet, brief kiss.

"Kitchen floor sex?" Olivia asked with a crooked eyebrow.

"Kitchen floor sex." Lacey agreed

Epilogue 2

November 11th, 2016

The tall, famous man walked quickly to the reception desk. He looked harried despite the expensiveness of the suit he was wearing and, in fact, he had rushed straight to the hospital from the airport. He was late, he knew it. He'd desperately tried to make it but the peculiarities of his schedule made making his own time something of an impossibility. The peculiarities of his situation made asking for time off somewhat problematic. So he'd tried his best to get here as soon as he'd gotten the phone call but he'd been in Portland at the time and it was a 4 hour flight even without the trips to and from the airport. 

"Lacey Miller's room please." He asked the young woman behind the desk. She looked up at him and he saw the recognition in her eye.

"Hey, aren't you..."

He nodded and checked his watch for no reason. It wouldn't tell him if he was on time but it did have a great many diamonds in the face, and that always made him a little happy. He did get around to answering the question.

"Usually, yes, I am. But right now, no. I'm just a lookalike. I might be later though. Lacey Miller's room please." He repeated the request

"2203, just down the hall and on your left."

He nodded and took off with some of the speed he was famous for but still tip-toeing as best as he could, he was trying to keep quiet though for the respect of the other people in the ward and even what he might find when he got to 2203. So when he did find the right room he very delicately opened the door to look inside. His heart sank just a little. He had missed it. Inside was Lacey, looking as ragged and worn out as he could ever imagine a person looking but yet beaming uncontrollably, sitting upright in her bed. Just to her left was Olivia who looked nearly as ragged. She had, in her arms, a new born baby boy. 

"Hey guys." He said softly

"Hey Daddy." Lacey smiled at him, looking like she could faint at any moment.

"Hey Fitz" Olivia practically whispered, not wanting to wake the sleeping child and not even taking her eyes off him for a second say hello.

"Hey Mom and Dr. Mom" Tim smiled as he walked into the room, giant teddy bear in one hand and balloons in the other, both of which he set down on a nearby chair. "Missed it huh?"

"I tried holding him in for you but I thought it'd a weird experience for him." Lacey shrugged "Give him some sort of complex."

"But 10 fingers, 10 toes, no tail, all that good stuff, right?" Tim took a few tentative steps towards them

"Perfect, Timmy, just perfect" Olivia added "You do good work."

"It was the first time I've ever had to do....that for the benefit of my friends. Good to see I've still got it." Tim finally got a good look at his biological son. He looked. Baby-ish. Small and red and weird. But, still, pretty cool. 

"You look good, Fitzy" Lacey said warmly

"Well, you know, west coast living and millions and millions of dollars will do that to a guy."

"You're still settling for the jump shot too much instead of crashing the rim." Lacey scolded

"Hey I'm still recovering from an ankle sprain and those guys hit hard and I'm not going to talk to you about pain right now." Tim wisely changed his tone as he saw Lacey's expression changing

"If you two are through..." Olivia interrupted "Want to hold him?"

"Oh no, no." Timmy shook his head and held up his hands. "Maybe in a few years when he's not as soft and breakable."

Finally, Olivia did look up at him, she clearly had tears in her eyes.

"Tim, look, I know I said thank you a million times but...."

"Oh stop." Tim waved her away "This is fantastic for me. All of the biological satisfaction of propagating the species with my DNA, absolutely none of the socialized responsibility of active and involved parenting."

Lacey and Olivia both shot him a cold glare

"Ok, like 10% of the socialized responsibility. During the off-season. And just the fun stuff. Ball games and zeppelin rides and the like" Tim said as he looked at the family he had played some small role in helping to start "Settled on a name yet?"

"Well, after about 80 hours of negotiation and lots of senseless bloodshed we settled on Thornton-Miller instead of Miller-Thornton." Olivia said with some degree of satisfaction. 

"Which was supposed to come with first name control, I should point out, so that's still a dispute." Lacey countered

"I'm not naming my son Elvis, Lacey." Olivia returned her attention to the child

"Awww, Elvis would have been cool." Tim said with disappointment "But you know, there is a famous basketball player we all know and love that we could name him after"

Lacey looked up at him with a broad smile.

"That's such a great idea, Fitz." 

"Right?" He agreed

"You thinking what I am?" Lacey asked 

"I think so."

"Dikembe!" Lacey exclaimed

"I was thinking Shaquille but, yeah, Dikembe is even better!" Tim nodded his agreement

"I know kid, I know" Olivia said with a sigh to the child in her arms "But trust me, it's mainly nurture."




Lacey



"Really?" she asked, frowning. "Has it been that long already?"

"Yes, my dear," he laughed. "It has been that long."

"How do you want me to dress, Daddy?" she asked and drank her orange juice.

"I think that lovely little black dress, the one with the long sleeves will be perfect," he said and she nodded her head yes.

"And the pearls," he went on.

"Yes Daddy," she said.

----

The Maitre'D did not look at the reservations book, just bowed and bade the couple to follow him. The table they were shown to was secluded and cozy. 

The wine steward was there before they were even seated, asking for their selection. Greg asked about a particular vintage and the steward immediately disappeared. 

"You really get top-notch service here," Lacey smiled.

"It helps that I own this restaurant," he smiled.

Throughout the meal, the waiter, the wine steward, the Maitre'D, the chef all came and bowed and scraped.

Lacey thought she would faint; Daddy's attention, despite all the interruptions, was solely on her. He kept cupping her cheek in his loving little way, kept touching her hand, and kept smiling at her.

Finally, dessert and coffee were served and Lacey vowed she would try to find out the recipe for the cheesecake.

"Lacey, my dear, it has been a wonderful six months," he said.

"Except for that little slut Suhito," Lacey thought darkly. "And that little French Canadian whore, Monique. And whoever that Jamaican bitch was."

"If you remember," he went on, not noticing her downcast eyes. "You came to me because you were in a bit of a financial dilemma."

"To say the least," she agreed.

"My dear," he smiled and produced an envelope from his suit jacket. "You are no longer in that pickle."

"What's this?" she asked as she looked at the cashier's check.

"It is a check for one hundred and fifty two thousand dollars," he said and savored the raspberry tort he was eating. "Derek has repaid his debt, plus one hundred percent interest."

She stared at the check for along moment, then looked up at him.

"It also means that you are free to go whenever you would like," he said and sipped his coffee.

She looked back down at the check, and then slid it across the table to him.

"Then I don't want it," she declared and met his eyes across the table. 

He reached out and cupped her cheek and she put both of her hands to his large one and held it firmly to her face.

"You do know that I will continue to treat you as a servant?" he finally asked.

She nodded her head yes.

"And will continue to discipline you as I see fit?" he asked and she smiled her crooked little smile at him.

"Why do you think I forgot you're before dinner cocktail last night?" she giggled. 

"And will continue to fuck other women, as I see fit, particularly if it benefits me and my business?" he asked and her eyes darkened then closed.

Finally, she nodded her head yes.

"Very good," he said and picked up the cashier's check with his free hand and slid it back into his jacket pocket.

----

She groaned and writhed on his large bed. His mouth was firmly glued to her pussy and his tongue was relentless against her hypersensitive clitoris. Just when she thought she would pass out, he ceased his oral attack and lightly massaged her thighs, then her belly, then and her heavy breasts.

She looked up at him as he knelt over her; his long cock nestled between her large breasts.

"Suck it," he ordered and used his large hands to squeeze her breasts around the base and length of his cock. 

She bent her head forward and took him into her mouth. She applied a strong suction to the head of his manhood, while her tongue lapped vigorously at him. She groaned in pleasure as he thrust forward, filling her mouth with him.

He pinched her large nipples hard, twisting them cruelly and she grunted and groaned in pleasure.

"Here it comes," he warned and she bobbed her head frantically, still sucking as hard as she could.

She swallowed all that she could, but some excess dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. Finally, he sighed contentedly and pulled his wilting cock from her mouth with an audible 'pop.' She then used her fingers to scoop the excess semen and licked her fingers clean.

"Was that good, Daddy??" she asked and snuggled up against him as he lay on his back.

"That was great, Baby," he murmured.

She cooed contentedly; he called her 'Baby.'

She rained little kisses on his hairy chest and he lightly slapped her when she began to suck on a nipple. She lowered her head and received another light slap when she tried to stick her tongue into his belly button.

"Oh, yes," he hissed when she took one of his large, heavy balls into her mouth and began to suck and lick it.

His cock was quick to respond and she lovingly stroked it while she sucked and licked his testicles.

"Be gentle," she whispered when he laid her on her back and prepared to enter her. "I'm still a virgin."

He did not answer her, just locked his blue eyes on her brown eyes and drove himself into her to the hilt. She opened her mouth in a silent scream and her eyes rolled back in her head.

She came to as he was pounding in and out of her pussy. His hands cruelly, savagely mauled her breasts. An intense feeling welled up in her and she screamed out in orgasm and wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on.

"Oh God Daddy!" she screamed out as she felt his hot sperm jet into her.

----

She lay in her bed, wide-awake, unable to sleep.

They'd made love. Well, for her it was love. She supposed for him it was just he taking ownership of another one of his possessions. Then, when he was done with her, he dismissed her. Sent her to her room.

At five o'clock, she rose from her bed and scrubbed her face brushed her teeth. She smiled as she selected a pair of panties, and then decided against it. She pulled on a long sleeved blouse and her black miniskirt.

She went downstairs to begin preparing his breakfast. The light was on in the library and she peeked inside.

"No, no, Suhito," he said harshly. "Pussy is pussy, but business is business."

She could not help the smug little smile that crept to her lips.

"Well, that is a shame, isn't it?" he said coldly. "But your failure to manage your own financial matters is of no concern to me, until you begin stealing from me."

He listened for a moment, no expression on his face.

"Suhito, your office is being cleared as we speak," he said. "There are two detectives from Manhattan on their way to your apartment. Your best bet is to cooperate fully."

He took a drag off of his cigarette and she frowned; she didn't know that he smoked. And after her mother's horrible death from lung cancer, she didn't like it either.

"Did our lovemaking mean anything to me? Yes, it meant that you were a good fuck," he said coldly. "I could ask you the same thing, but obviously our lovemaking did not get in the way of you stealing from me. But you're bisexual; you should do well in prison."

----

She put the plate in front of him and froze when he gripped her wrist tightly.

"Eavesdropping is quite a serious offense," he said in his flat tone of voice that sends shivers down her spine.

"Yes sir," she quavered. "I didn't mean to, it's just that..."

"I will deal with it when I get home," he said and released her wrist.

"Yes sir," she whispered, then went and got her own plate.

She spent the entire day in dread of his punishment. Forgetting to serve him his before dinner cocktail was a minor infraction, which earned her five, lashes from his riding crop. Being late with dinner was a minor infraction as well. But he'd called eavesdropping a serious offense.

They did not speak when she brought him his before dinner drink, nor did they speak at the dinner table. He did not touch her cheek when he stood and that hurt worse than if he had slapped her.

She brought him a piece of cheesecake and a cup of decaffeinated coffee to the library. He pointed to the chair and she sat down and waited as he slowly ate the cheesecake and sipped the coffee. 

Instinctively, she got to her feet to clear away the dishes when he finished.

"Sit!" he thundered and she quickly did so.

Finally he spoke.

"Lacey, I conduct many different businesses and manage many people," he started.

"I know, Daddy," she said but an enraged look silenced her.

"And I cannot entertain, for even one moment, the thought that someone in my employ is not to be trusted, do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes Daddy," she said quietly.

"Sneaking around, snooping, eavesdropping, these are actions of an untrustworthy person," he said.

"Yes Daddy," she said, tears beginning to pool in her eyes.

"Now, I know you were only eavesdropping for your own salacious pleasures, especially since it involved Suhito, but I must treat it as severely as I would if you were a corporate spy trying to ferret information to cheat me," he said and got to his feet.

"Are you going to fire me?" she dared to ask.

"No, no, Baby," he said softly and cupped her cheek.

She burst into sobs, stood and hugged him tightly. He picked her up and held her as a father would a toddler. She put her arms around his neck and sobbed into his chest.

"I'm still going to punish you," he whispered when she'd run out of tears.

She nodded her head, safe and secure and comforted in his arms.

She stood in the center of his library, nude. Her hands stretched high above her head; chained to the ceiling beam. She had to stand on tiptoes to avoid putting too much strain on her shoulders, and even then her arms were on fire. Her eyes searched frantically from behind the blindfold, but she could not see him. The damned headphones he'd slipped on her, playing horrible disco tunes from the 1970s, hampered her hearing.

White-hot lights burst in her consciousness, then a moment later her right breast felt as if it had been split open. She screamed out in agony and he put his hand to her cheek. Frantically, she tried to kiss the palm of his hand. He removed his hand but still she pursed her lips to kiss it, should he grace her with it again.

White-hot lights exploded again, then her left breast seared with the pain. Before she could draw in the breath to scream, he brought the thin cane down to land directly on her right nipple. Again, she sucked in breath to scream and her left nipple began to throb with the sudden, mind-numbing pain.

She came to, bent over his desk. She could feel him driving himself inside of her pussy from behind, then felt him tense and felt the torrent of his semen pump into her pussy.

Chapter 7.

"Are you on the pill, my pet?" he asked as he pumped his sperm into her.

Her eyes flew open and she shook her head no. She frantically tried to crawl out from underneath him, to dislodge his cock from her pussy.

He Chuckled and forced himself into her all the harder.

"Wouldn't that be horrible?" he taunted. "So shameful, to be impregnated by your Daddy?"

"Oh God!" she screamed in orgasm.

"To have a bastard child is bad enough," he continued. "But your own Daddy? What kind of whore has her Daddy's baby? She would have to be a complete slut, wouldn't she?"

She drummed her tiny fists on his chest, unable to breathe from the force of the orgasm pummeling her insides.

"That will be all, Lacey," he said when she'd cleaned his cock with a warm washcloth.

Um, Daddy?" she said, a sob catching in her throat. "Can't I, can I stay in here tonight?"

He looked at her in surprise; the idea of her sleeping in his bed had never occurred to him.

"Well, um, sure, okay, of course if you want to."

She lay next to him and listened to his deep rumbling snores. The idea that he might snore, might have any faults at all had not occurred to her and she happily lay and listened to him sleep.

His alarm clock went off at five o'clock and she bent over and took his cock into her mouth and sucked him down her throat. Within moments, he was pumping long spurts of semen down her throat. She smiled up at him, showed him a mouthful of his semen, and then swallowed noisily.

"A beautiful way to wake up," he murmured and cupped her cheek tenderly.

Nude, she scampered up the flight of stairs to her own room and readied herself for the day.

----

"Francine will be joining us for dinner this evening," he said when she put the strawberry crepes in front of him.

Francine, that was her name. Of course, with her heavy Jamaican accent, it was hard to understand her. Lacey forced a smile to her lips.

She wasn't Daddy's lover; she was just another possession, another piece of property. If he wanted to enjoy another one of his possessions, she had no right to feel jealous.

"And how would you like for me to dress for your guest?" she asked.

"However you wish," he smiled. "I trust your judgment; you are quite beautiful in all that you wear."

She beamed with happiness at his compliment. Again, when he cupped her cheek, she beamed up at him. He bent to kiss her lips, and then thrust his tongue into her mouth.

"Oh, Daddy!" she moaned in pleasure.

Then he left the room. She sat, still breathless from his kiss, but also feeling quite empty.

----

Francine sneered as Lacey entered the den, dressed in her patent leather skirt and patent leather corset. (The girl at the store had asked her if she'd like to 'model' the corset for her, never taking her eyes off of Lacey's breasts, but Lacey declined.) Lacey ignored Francine's haughty look and set Daddy's drink down, then set Francine's banana daiquiri down.

"Will there be anything else, Daddy?" Lacey asked.

"No, no, Sweetheart," he said and she curtsied and left the room.

"He called me 'Sweetheart,'" she thought as she checked the jambalaya. "Beat that, Caribbean Cunt."

"Oh, how wonderful," Francine said in her heavy accent. "How did you know jambalaya is one of my favorite meals?"

""Just lucky, I guess," Lacey said tightly and left the room.

"Lacey, we will be in the library," he said as he held out his hand for Francine. "Please join us in twenty minutes, okay, Sweetheart?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said and again marveled that he'd called her 'Sweetheart.'

She nudged the door open and set the tray down on the desk, not caring that Francine had a good view of her patent leather thong panties. She didn't really like these panties; her crotch was sweating horribly in it.

"Lacey, come here and suck my cock," he said and leaned back in his overstuffed executive chair.

"Now," he ordered when she froze.

Woodenly, she came around the desk and sank to her knees. She unzipped his trousers and pulled his rapidly expanding cock out. She heard Francine's chair creak slightly as the young woman leaned forward to watch, further adding to her humiliation.

"Mmph!" she groaned as an orgasm racked her and pulled him all the way down her throat.

Her nose was buried in his thicket of light brown curls and she could smell him; sweat, soap, masculine. Tears of shame trickled down her face as she heard Francine comment on her obvious oral skills.

Another orgasm racked her, leaving her nearly breathless as he began to spurt his semen down her throat.

"Now she eats me?" Francine asked and Lacey felt her heart stop beating for a moment.

"No," Daddy said. "I don't think so."

Lacey smiled in spite of her shame and humiliation; Daddy touched her cheek in his familiar loving gesture as she put his cock back into his trousers and zipped his pants up.

"Thank you, Baby," he murmured and she smiled up at him.

She ate the coconut cream pie, not listening as Daddy and Francine talked business.

"What do you think, Lacey?" Daddy asked and she looked up, startled.

"Her?" Francine sneered. "What she know, huh?"

"She has a Bachelor's Degree in Business Administration and a minor in Economics," Daddy said coldly. "And your qualifications are...?"

Daddy repeated the question and Lacey mulled it over for a moment.

"Obviously, you've reached the saturation point of the market, so unless you begin to target another demographics, it may be best to cut that line," she said and Daddy stared at Francine, waiting for her response.

"Fuck you," Francine spat. "You not getting rid of me! I know too much!"

"Are you threatening me?" he asked, an icy tone in his voice.

"Fucking bitch!" Francine hissed at Lacey.

"The 'fucking bitch,' as you call her, has merely pointed out what should have been obvious, crystal clear to you nearly six months ago, when sales started falling," Daddy said.

Francine stood up and pulled the hem of her short skirt up, exposing a hairless mound.

"This?" she shrieked. "This? You kiss it good bye!"

So saying, she put her hand to her lips, made a smacking sound and waved good bye, letting her hem drop.

"You will receive two weeks severance," Daddy said. "In light of the fact that you've been costing me several thousands of dollars that is very generous of me. Also, you will vacate the condominium at the end of this month."

"Fuck you, I move out when I want," Francine spat and stormed out of the library.

Lacey sat, frozen, until Daddy smiled at her.

"Let's go to bed; you can leave the dishes until tomorrow," he said softly.

----

"Daddy?" Lacey murmured as she drew little patterns on his hairy chest.

"hmm?" he asked.

"Francine shaves her pussy, would you like for me to shave mine?" she asked.

"She had her hair removed with electrolysis, no razor stubble," Daddy said and let his fingers comb through her pubic hair. 

He lightly tugged at her pubic hair and she giggled.

"Why don't you shave it first, see if you like it, then we'll get you an appointment with a spa that does that sort of thing?" he suggested.

Chapter 8

She spread her legs wide and used her razor to carefully remove all her pubic hair. She risked developing razor burn by passing the razor over her skin several times to make sure that there would be no stubble to rasp against Daddy's skin. In fact, she was so engrossed in her personal care that the was almost late preparing Daddy's breakfast.

"Is this what you consider appropriate dress?" he asked, tugging at her robe.

"No, Daddy, but I was running late and I..." she started.

"Your failure to manage your time is not my concern, my dear Lacey," he said and began to eat his breakfast.

"Yes sir," she said and hung her head.

"I have an important meeting this morning and will not be home for lunch," he continued. "So I'll deal with your lapse in judgment when I get home tonight."

"Yes sir," she agreed. "Daddy?"

"Hmm?" he asked, chewing 

"I think this is a serious offense, don't you?" she asked hopefully.

He smiled up at her and she smiled back.

"Quite serious, I would think," he agreed.

----

She hung, toes barely reaching the floor, and waited. Her eyes were blindfolded and the headphones, playing that God awful disco music, blocked her hearing out.

"Ah!" she gasped as her right breast was struck. 

The searing pain had not ceased when her left buttock received a blow that made her legs jerk out from under her. Just as soon as her feet again touched the floor, he lashed out at her left buttock again.

Before she stopped dancing, her right breast was struck again and she screamed out. Then her left breast received a lash and she couldn't scream; it was caught in her throat.

Another lash to her left breast, and two lashes to her right buttock and she hung limply.

"I trust that you've learned the importance of managing your time well," he chuckled as he slipped the headphones from her ears.

"For now," she weakly said and he laughed out loud.

""Your pussy is beautiful, he commented and lightly rubbed the smooth skin.

"Thank you, Daddy," she mumbled. "I shaved it for you."




Lacey



"Well, thank you," he said and kissed her slack mouth.

She cried out; he was squeezing her breasts, torturing the welts with his hands. His weight was forcing her buttocks into the carpet, causing extreme discomfort.

Her orgasm was nearly as mind numbing as the pain of his thin cane.

----

"Yes, yes, I think I like it nice and smooth like this," he said as he dipped his fingers inside of her pussy.

"Oh!" she moaned as he pinched her clitoris.

"You have a doctor's appointment tomorrow," he said and gave a vicious tug to her tender clitoris. "So, I'm afraid you'll have to fast tomorrow until afterward."

"Yes Daddy!" she grunted.

"I'll pick you up at ten thirty," he said and released her clitoris just before she orgasmed.

"How should I dress?" she panted.

"Wear a dress or a skirt that is at least knee length and a modest blouse," he ordered and rolled over to go to sleep.

Chapter 8

If Dr. Patoka Phareek thought anything unusual about the red welts across Lacey's breasts or buttocks, the woman did not let this concern reach her unreadable facial features. If she thought the hairless vulva out of the ordinary, she made no comment. She was quick, efficient, but largely non-communicative.

"Blood work be done in one week time," she curtly told Mr. Jacobs, nodded to Lacey, then left the room.

Lacey dressed and took Daddy's hand as they left the cramped room.

"Let's get something to eat," Daddy suggested and steered them to a Mexican restaurant across the street from the doctor's office.

The waitress giggled and flirted outrageously with Greg and kept looking at Lacey to see what the girl's reaction would be.

"I take it you own this place too?" Lacey coolly asked when the girl ran off to fetch Lacey another sangria.

"Yes," he admitted.

"Do you want to fuck her?" Lacey asked, unable to keep the animosity out of her voice.

"I have," he said nonchalantly.

"Oh," Lacey said flatly and nodded her appreciation as the girl put her fresh drink down.

"Problem?" he asked sharply.

"No, no problem," Lacey said and dabbed at the tears.

"Good," he said and shoved the last of his enchilada into his mouth.

----

I think you need some sun," he commented.

"So I can be nice and dark like your little Mexican whore?" she thought.

He seemed to read her thoughts and pulled her to him. She looked up into his cold blue eyes for a long moment before lowering her head.

"You spend all day inside," he said quietly. "I just thought you'd appreciate getting outside every now and then."

He pulled her over to the atrium doors that led out to the back porch.

"I spent a fortune on this back yard, spent it so that someone like you would spend some time out in it," he continued.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, ashamed of her jealousy and ugly thoughts. "I'll go get my bikini."

"Bikini?" he asked. "Why?"

"To get a sun tan," she said.

"No, no, Sweetheart, you need an all-over tan," he said.

"Naked? Daddy! Suppose someone sees me?" she gasped.

"No one will see you; there's a privacy fence around the yard," he chuckled. "Suntan lotions in the bathroom next to the pump house."

"Yes sir," she said and pushed the doors open.

"Are you going to get a tan too, Daddy?" she asked when he followed her outside.

"No, no, just going to watch you for a little while before I go back to the office," he said. "Don't worry about dinner, I want to take you out tonight."

"Thank you Daddy, how should I dress?" she asked.

"Like you want to get fucked," he said with a little smile on his lips.

"I do want to get fucked, Daddy," she giggled. "I want to get fucked by you."

"Then dress like it, my little slut," he laughed and lighted a cigarette.

"I don't like it when you smoke," she said and pouted. "Remember? That's how my mom died."

"I am well aware of that," he said. "It is a regrettable habit that I have been unable to break myself of entirely. I have cut down, though, to less than one pack per week."

She stretched out on one of the chaise lounges and smeared the lotion on her breasts, doing it slowly and sensuously, hoping to entice him to make love to her outside. She smeared some more lotion on her belly, then on her upper thighs, then her calves, making sure to spread her legs widely.

She slowly massaged a good deal of lotion onto her vulva, and then looked up to see what his reaction was.

He was not there. He'd walked away, not paying any attention to her teasing little display.

Chapter 9

She'd finished cleaning the kitchen and was putting away the waffle iron. She heard his expensive shoes tap out on the marble floor as he entered the kitchen. She bent over even further exposing as much of her backside to his gaze.

"I suppose I can be a few minutes late," he said and approached her.

She giggled as he lifted her up and put her, face down on the marble countertop, her legs hanging down. She gasped as he flipped her skirt up and savagely tugged at her panties, ripping them apart at the crotch.

"Oh, yes!" she hissed as he plunged himself into her pussy and wiggled his cock from side to side.

Her eyes flew open and she struggled and tried to put her hands back to stop him.

"No, no, Daddy, not there," she protested.

A sharp slap to her buttock did not stop her struggles

"Stop," he hissed in her ear.

"But Daddy, no, not in my butt," she whimpered.

"Ah!" she cried out as he battered his way into her rectum, paying no attention to her protests.

"Uh!" she grunted over and over as he pounded into her bowels.

"Oh, mother of God!" he bellowed and she sobbed as she felt his white hot semen boiling into her bruised, bleeding intestines.

"Why'd you do that?" she sobbed bitterly. "I hated that!"

"That's why you having stopped playing with your pussy the whole time, huh?" he asked and she gasped and realized she was frantically masturbating.

----

He ate his lunch, then cupped her cheek in his usual manner and turned to leave. She stood and hiked her skirt up, showing him the torn panties.

"You tore my panties," she accused.

He looked at her for a long moment.

"I've had nothing to cover my pussy all day long," she accused.

"I was late for an important meeting this morning, my little tease," he said, chuckling. "Are you trying to make me late again?"

"And my poor little ass has been cold all day long because of you," she continued and turned around to show him her rear end.

"Are you?" he asked again and she giggled as he came up behind her and encircled her in his arms.

"You're the boss," she reminded him. "The meeting doesn't start until you get there."

"True, true," he murmured and bent her over the table.

"Are you going to fuck my ass hole again?" she begged and moaned as he slid his cock into her sore rectum.

"See you at dinner time," he said and used his lunch napkin to wipe his soiled cock clean.

----

She brought him his cocktail and showed him that she still wore the torn panties before leaving the den to check on dinner.

When she brought him his dessert in his library, he put his arm around her wits as he finished reading the spreadsheet on his laptop computer. Then he turned and kissed her softly.

"Take a seat," he ordered and she did so. 

He ate his pecan pie slowly, smiling at her as he did so. When he finished, she got to her feet and took the dirty dishes.

"Good night, Lacey," he said and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

"Good night Daddy," she said when he released her.

Chapter 10

It is a beautiful day outside; why don't you work on that delicious tan?" he suggested.

"Okay Daddy," she smiled and cleared away the breakfast dishes.

She was stretching to put away the dried dishes when he came up behind her and lightly traced the red welts that marked her buttocks.

"Poor, poor baby," he murmured.

"Bad girls need to be punished," she moaned, wishing he would take her right then and there.

"Yes, yes they do, my little sweetheart," he murmured and bent and kissed her ear.

"Have a good day, Daddy," she said and he kissed her ear again.

----

She was dozing lightly in the warmth of the morning sun. Her welts seemed to absorb the heat very well, almost to the point of discomfort. The buzzing of a fly woke her up and she glanced at her watch.

Ten o'clock; he'd be home in an hour and a half, wanting his lunch. She rolled over onto her back and lightly rubbed her pussy lips. She giggled, thinking of all the trouble she'd get in if she forgot his lunch, just didn't bother to make him any.

"But that wouldn't be nice; he'd have to go to work hungry," she mused aloud.

After she orgasmed, she sucked her fingers clean, then got to her feet, strapped her sandals on then scampered inside to begin his lunch.

She paused, and then decided she would not dress. She would serve him his lunch nude, would eat her lunch nude. He would either punish her, or pleasure her.

She lightly ran a finger over her pubic mound and decided she needed to drag a razor over it, remove some errant stubble. She ran up the stairs to the third floor bedroom.

She lightly ran a razor over her skin and remembered how it all began.

She'd needed help and he'd given it to her. She'd not known she needed discipline, but he had known she needs discipline and had given it to her. She'd not known that she was a slut; she'd been a virgin when she came to him. But he'd known she was a slut and treated her like a slut. Her three holes were for his pleasure, for as long as it pleased him.

----

He smiled wryly as she entered the dining room and put the BLT sandwich and vegetable soup down. She did not say a word, just returned to the kitchen for her own lunch. She brought it to the table and sat down. They ate in silence.

"You are such a beautiful young lady," he finally remarked and cupped her cheek softly.

"Thank you, Daddy," she smiled, and then kissed the palm of his hand.

He put his index finger to her lips and slowly forced the finger into her mouth. She sucked at his finger as if it were a small cock and moaned as he trailed his now wet finger down her cheek to her right nipple, around and around her nipple he traced the wet finger until the nipple pulsed with excitement.

"Ah!" she gasped as he flicked his index finger directly onto her erect nipple.

She gasped as he did it again, then clenched her jaw tightly as he bent and drew the throbbing nub into his mouth and sucked in. She clenched her jaw even tighter as he bit down on the tortured flesh.

"Oh!" she moaned as he released the overly sensitive flesh.

She heard his footsteps recede. When she heard the door that led out to the garage slam shut, she regained her breath and opened her eyes. She finished her lunch, and then cleared away the dishes. 

----

She had put the trout filets into the broiler when the house phone rang.

"Jacobs residence," she brightly chirped.

"I just got a phone call from Doctored Phareek's office," his voice said.

"Yes sir?" she asked, worried.

"You are such a slut," he hissed.

"Oh!" she moaned.

"Seems that, somehow, you got yourself knocked up," he went on.

"Oh God!" she moaned and sank to her knees on the cold kitchen floor.

"What a whore, got yourself pregnant, pregnant with your Daddy's baby," he spat.

"Oh!" she moaned and put her forehead against the cold marble tile.

"Now you're going to get all fat, all swollen and out of shape," he said.

"Daddy, I love you," she gasped as the orgasm welled up in her.

"And those tits of yours, all big, ready to pop, all that milk," he hissed.

"Daddy, I love you," she groaned.

She heard the metallic click, then the dial tone.

"Daddy? I love you," she cried out.

"Daddy?" she screamed into the telephone. "Daddy, please!"

"Daddy, I love you," she sobbed and curled up into the fetal position on the cold marble floor.

"Daddy?" she sobbed, clutching on to the telephone.

The End.