3 comments/ 30694 views/ 14 favorites Good Boy: Still Good By: Slider1234 BUDDAAAAAYS... I'M BAAACK!! Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, not be offended by the contents of it... yadda yadda. This story may NOT be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use. This work is mostly fiction. All events including celebrities did NOT actually take place. The side stories not including celebrities were mostly based on real events, however. Celebrities don't act like this in real life... probably. Any copyrighted © names, works, or whatever are products of their respective owners. This is a continuation of my first story and it took a lot of time and a lot of procrastinating and a lot of jacking sessions. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE send your comments and suggestions. Help me help you. Please send any thoughts you may have to the address in my profile. ---------------------------------- ---------------------------------- ---------------------------------- November 5, 2004 – April 22, 2005 This is a continuation of a fantasy about meeting the beautiful and under-appreciated Larisa Oleynik, star of The Secret World of Alex Mack from back in the day, and 10 Things I Hate About You. It's a story of romance, humor, lust, and erotica. It's a story with an actual plot that includes sexual activity. It's riddled with dirty jokes and humor. It includes MF, FF, MFF, cons, oral, dream, rom, exh, Mmast, Fmast, Fdom, Mdom, inc, voy. Celebrities referenced – Larisa Oleynik, Avril Lavigne. I highly suggest you read the first part of this series, "Good Boy", before reading this story. It will really help to explain the events and characters. And it was a pretty kick ass story if I do say so myself. Happy jacking. ---------------------------------- "MOTHER... FUCK!" I yelled out as I tugged on the computer wires tangled behind my desk. I didn't know what's more stressful in college, final exams or packing all of your shit up to move out... or finding rufees. (I don't even know if I spelling that right. THANK YOU MICROSOFT SPELL CHECK!) You'd think date rape drugs would be easy to score. Oh contraire. "What's wrong?" asked Lee as he shoved all his clothes into a giant hockey bag. He always brought his clothes and other small belongs to and from the dorm in giant hockey bags. I could understand his reason for doing so. It did save you from carrying a dozen boxes, but the bags must have easily weighed over a hundred pounds. He never stopped to think of that as he packed them as tight as possible. At least it was fun to watch him try to fling it over his shoulder and lose his balance. Silly old Jew. "Fucking wires. They're all tangled," I answered as I gave it one nice hard yank. Even with all the twist ties and careful grouping and placement, they somehow got tangled over the last five months. All while not being touched. So what else is there to do when you're pissed off, besides have a nice drink? Punch something. That's what. You know what I'm talking about Gary. The basement wall... the bowling alley ball return. With that, I threw my fist into the desk with extreme prejudice. "Aaahhhh you CUNT." The beer happened to be too far away, so I had to settle. At least it wasn't ridiculously hot this year. That would have made the packing experience that much more enjoyable. Just to make it clear, that was sarcasm. Yeah. How are you. If there was anything more annoying to me than packing for a couple hours, and going number two, it was sweating. I had started to pack up all my belongings for the move home a few hours before I hulked out on my desk. Luckily, Lee and I were getting picked up to go home for the summer at the same time. Wonderful. ... ... All I need is him throwing his stuff around the room like an idiot when I'm trying to keep everything organized. 'If he takes any of my porn home by accident I'm gonna flip a shit,' I thought to myself. Please. In reality, I always keep track of all my porn. There's no way that could happen. We continued packing our stuff in silence before he spoke up in a last effort for some roommate bonding. "So when's Larisa coming back from California?" "She doesn't get in until later tonight. I'm going to try to get settled at home as fast as I can so it's not chaos when I bring her back from the airport." Larisa and I had decided she would spend the summer in New Jersey with me in my parents' house. She was going to Sarah Lawrence College in New York in September and we thought it would be good to get her accustomed to the east coast before school. It gave us the opportunity to be together until classes resumed in the fall and it would also be easier to move her in that way. My parents weren't too keen on the idea at first. Obviously they weren't big Nickelodeon fans, or they would have jumped at the opportunity to house the sexy movie star for a few months. After sitting down and talking with them like adults, and begging a little, they agreed. After all, they would be in Arizona for some of the summer, getting their newly built winter vacation house decorated and furnished. I begged them not to buy a house in Arizona. It's way too fucking hot there. I don't care if it is a dry heat. So is an oven and look what that did for the Jews. ZING! And then there were the deadly spiders, snakes, and mountain lions. At least I'm pretty sure there are mountain lions there. Or a bobcat or some shit. Who needs that crap? I think when God created Arizona he forgot to make grass. And he also forgot to put it a little further away from Mexico. Nevertheless, I had declined every invitation thus far to visit my future inheritance. "OH, WHAT THE FUCK!" I still couldn't get the mess of wires untangled. I just decided to throw the clump in a bucket and deal with it later, dust bunnies and all. "Are you excited about this summer?" he asked me as he threw his shit over pretty much the entire room. Piles of dust flew up... stacks of books and papers tipped over. And then he accepted the award for student with the most common sense. By now, I was so happy to get away from Lee. It's not that he was a bad guy. We had a lot in common, got along for the most part, all that jazz. The two of us were so tired of each other after one, let alone two years, of being roommates. We just had enough of being trapped together. "Yeah. I'm looking forward to starting it off by getting yelled at." It was a tradition for me to get yelled at by my parents at least four times while packing up the minivan for the ride home and during the ride itself. "It starts before I leave. But at least I'll get to spend time with Larisa. That's worth it." "I still can't believe you're dating her. It's like... who woulda thought? All those years of batching to her..." It took Lee a while to catch on to my vocabulary, my vernacular, my loquacious diction, but he did. "I know. Now, I'm batching to my girlfriend." My cell phone rang, interrupting our conversation. All I'm going to say about the ring tone... Europe – Final Countdown. It was my mother. "Yeah... Where are you? Uhhhhhhh. ... ...FINE. ...WHATEVER. ...Bye." "Didn't leave yet did she," he asked as he made an ever bigger mess. "Of course not. My head would fucking explode if for once, she stayed on schedule." I make my schedule according to a certain agreed upon time and she never follows it. So as usual, I have to sit there being pissed off and wait for her to arrive... with all my shit already packed up, leaving me with nothing to do. Yeah. How are you. Luckily, the computer I had been trying to dissemble was the last thing that needed to get packed up. After that was taken care of, I was off to say goodbye to the people on my floor. ---------------------------------- After I took a quick piss, I stopped by Val's room. She wasn't going home until the next day, due to her exam schedule. "Hey Val," I said as I knocked on the open door. "Hey Matt. What's up?" she asked, looking up from her notebook. Things between Val and I weren't awkward anymore after Larisa told me she knew about the late night sexual antics that went on when the three of us shared a bed. Without having to worry about getting busted, and knowing of Larisa's acceptance of the events, there was nothing to make it stressful any longer. There was also the family reunion ordeal. "Nothing. Just finished packing. I just wanted to say goodbye before I left. You know. Make the rounds," I said as I sat down on the corner of her bed. Val put down her notebook, giving me her full attention. "Okay. Well, I'm sure we'll see each other over the summer. ...Larisa and all," she said. Val would probably come to my house to visit Larisa and I at least once or twice. After all, they were cousins. "Yeah." "It was quite a year, huh," she half laughed. She looked as hot as ever as she sat on her bed. It was warmer out now, so all the girls had on their tiny tight t-shirts and short shorts with a word written across the ass. I stared at Val's amazing body. She sat with her back against the wall, her legs spread apart, her knees slightly bent. Her red booty shorts came down just below her ass, allowing me to gaze at her thighs. Her golden tanned legs were so toned. I already had half a boner from checking her out. Her body was incredibly tight and fit. Had I not known her personally, I would have guessed she was a swimmer. They have amazing bodies. They also have warts and other skin fungi on their feet from not wearing flip-flops. But that comes with the territory. So what are you going to do. I'll tell you this, I will never get a footjob from anyone in that field of sport. "I'll say." She noticed me leering at her lower half. "Want a goodbye blowjob?" she said as she moved her hands to her pussy, gently stroking it between her open legs. Her right leg was closest to me, and she rubbed her foot against my thigh as she looked me right in the eyes, rubbing her intimate area. And what a sexy foot it was. "You. You're too much," I joked as I pointed at her. She was killing me! She knew I wanted to fuck her ever since that morning in her room where we kissed, or rather, the night before in my room where she jerked me off as I slept next to Larisa. "Oh yeah Val. SO badly." God's honest truth right there. I'd fuck her like I'd fuck the 15-year-old girl that sat in front of me at the Green Day concert. "I think I'm going to have to pass though." Seriously though. The Green Day girl. She was so incredibly sexy. In retrospect, she could have been twelve, but I'm not choosy. Where the hell was I that I missed these girls when I was younger? "Well. I'll consider this a rain check," she said, acting a little disappointed and yet serious at the same time. "You do that." I stood up and turned to her. "Well Val, I'm gonna finish saying bye to everyone." "Well... do I get a goodbye hug?" she asked, pouting her lips, making a sad puppy-dog face. I nodded. "Sure." She stood up and wrapped her arms around my broad shoulders, clasping her hands together behind my head. "Have a good summer Matt. I'll see you soon," she said warmly as I hugged her back. "You too Valerie." She hadn't let go, but instead held me tighter. I could feel my dick grow inside my pants as I smelled the sweet scent of her hair. 'That's a BAD cock. BAD cock!' I thought. She smelled like a wet flower. Sniffffff. All of a sudden Val jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist, causing me to lose my balance and fall backwards onto her bed. She sat on me, straddling my waist. "Val..." "Oh come on Matt," she said as she leaned down to kiss my neck. "You know you want this." I really, really did. I had wanted to sleep with her since the first day I saw her at school. I knew I couldn't now because of Larisa. Val pressed her soft warm lips against my neck, gently pushing her tongue past them, licking my skin. I unconsciously ran my hands over her exposed thighs, rubbing them as she seduced me. Her skin felt so soft and smooth as I worked my way high up her legs, just below the bottom of her shorts, my fingers poking underneath the thin fabric. After a few seconds of Valerie kissing and sucking on my neck, and softly moaning, I pushed her away from me. "Val. We can't... We can't do this," I told her. We couldn't. ...We couldn't? Right? "You didn't seem to mind at the family reunion," replied Val as she rubbed her body against my erection as I lied pinned on her bed. My hands were still pressed against her upper thighs, my fingers poking further underneath the bottom of her shorts, inching towards her panties. I was at full attention now, my manhood forming a tent in my dark green cargos, rubbing against the thin red material of her shorts. "Well... Larisa was with us." She gave me a weird 'I'm deep in thought' look. "So you're saying it's all right when we're all in the same room, but not when we're alone?" "...Yes." Pretty good logic if you ask me. Val didn't have the air conditioner on high like Lee and I had. This, combined with the sexiness of the situation and her body heat, caused me to start to get warm. It also caused my cock to swell up in thickness and length. Niiice. I had such a wicked chubby. "Then we'll see what happens when I come visit you guys this summer," she said with an incredibly wicked smile. I could definitely gather that there was going to be some sex in the coming months. "We shall. ...So you can get me off any... get off me anytime you want." I accidentally let my penis do the talking. "Oh really Matt. I knew you wanted this!" she exclaimed as she leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I brought my left hand up to the side of her head, running it over the hair controlled by her loose ponytail. "Freudian slip!!" I tried to yell as her tongue slipped into my mouth. I wasn't even sure if I used it right but it sure sounded good. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop touching her. It was an involuntary reflex. "Hehe." She gently placed a final kiss on my lips before getting up off me. I finally stood up in a mighty attempt to thwart any more sexual temptation from this vixen. "Well... as soon as my dick is soft I'm gonna get goin Val." "Haha. Okay." We both sat there on her bed in silence for a minute or so as my dick shrunk to normal size. As I stood up, Val said, "Bye Matt. I'll see you soon." "You bet," I responded as I gave her a long final look before turning to leave her room. She leaned back and looked at me seductively, her legs stretched out, one bent at the knee. Val spread her legs open slightly as she sexily smiled, still trying to seduce me. It almost worked. I figured I'd soak up one final vision of her in short shorts to jerk off to. Come on! Who knows when I'll see her again. Memories fade. I made my way down the hall saying goodbye to the rest of my fellow floor-mates. As I had left the last room on my farewell tour, my cell phone rang. IT'S THE FIIIINAL COUNTDOWN!! I answered and found it was my mother, letting me know she was downstairs. Let the fighting begin. In the words of the referee from MTV's Celebrity Death Match, Judge Mills Lane, "LET'S GET IT ON!" ---------------------------------- Just as I had predicted, there was fighting. God forbid any of my belongings rested on the leather seats of our eight-year-old minivan and scratched the upholstery. Right? This was going to be a long summer. Luckily, getting settled wasn't as big a problem as it usually was. I learned from the past and decided to bring home my belongings little by little during the last few weeks of school, putting everything in its proper place in my room as it came home. All I really had left at school was my guitar, computer, and some clothes, and a shit load of posters. "So what time are you picking up that girl at the airport?" my mom asked me as she drove under the speed limit in the far right lane. "Not for a few hours yet. And her name's Larisa. I told you this forty times." She showed so much respect for my soul mate. "Sorry. I forgot," she said half sarcastically. "Yeah. Well maybe she'll forget to buy you a house for your anniversary." Not that Larisa would. And they had just bought a house. I could tell my mom wasn't thrilled about having a stranger live in her house, and fuck her son in every room. =] I can understand her hesitation, being Larisa hadn't met her, my dad, or my sister yet, but come on. Gimme a break. "Hey. Did you hear?" "Hear what?" "They opened up lanes one, two, and three. So, feel free to change it up a little," I said sarcastically, trying to get her out of the slow lane. "You better watch it. Why don't you drive home then," she asked angrily. My mom always pulled this. "Don't start. And I want you to dust everything off with a damp rag before you put it away. I don't need your dust all over the clean house. I don't care." "Yeah, well... We'll see how much time I have to do that before I head to the airport." "Don't you start with me! Or this is going to be a long summer!" I'm getting pissed off just writing this right now... because this is exactly how it goes. "Hey ma. How's it feel?" "How's what feel?" "Knowing this is why I drink." Her nagging about the most retarded things pissed me off beyond belief. The only responses I had were sarcastic. No wonder my blood pressure was bordering on hypertension. Seriously Gary, anger management this winter break. Me and you. "JERK." This was one of her normal names for me. Such a loving relationship. No. In all seriousness, our relationship wasn't that bad. I'm just up-playing it for comedic reasons. I'm not saying that we aren't sarcastic and standoffish... but maybe it's coming across too harsh. After about an hour-long drive, we finally got back home. It was nice. The trees were covered in leaves, the grass slightly long. It reminded me of my childhood. When you're around a nice neighborhood like mine all the time when you're little, you don't appreciate the beauty of it. It's a lot nicer than seeing a street filled with minorities and homeless people for weeks at a time. ...As I get all serious and deep for a second... I carried my boxes up to my room to finish putting my stuff in its proper place and "dusting it off". Insert loud farting noise. I couldn't wait to see Larisa again... to hold her. I missed her so much since she went back to California a few months before. Even though we talked everyday, I yearned to hold her, to feel her soft body against mine, to stare into her loving brown eyes. I missed the comfort and love I felt in her arms. I missed the way she laughed, the way she smelled, the way she tied me up and gave me a foot job. I thought of her the entire time I unpacked, staring impatiently at the clock until it was time to pick her up at the airport. ---------------------------------- "Ma!" I yelled for her on my way out the door to go to the airport because I forgot my CD holder. "Can you get my CD holder for the car? I have my shoes on. It's on my dresser." Yeah... I could take my shoes off and get it myself. Your point? The thing about my car's CD player was that there was no CD slot in the dashboard. There was a holder for a six CD cartridge in the trunk. It was sort of a pain in the ass to have to take it out to switch discs. That's why I spent 2 months driving around with the following CDs – a Metallica bootleg you couldn't even understand due to shitty quality, Oasis, Presidents of the United States of America, and two Tantric albums. I put the cartridge into the CD player. I had selected some Metallica and Avril Lavigne CDs for the ride. After all, I was going to need something relaxing for when I got stuck in airport traffic and/or got lost. Most likely "and". Good Boy: Still Good After about a half hour minute ride, I was at the airport. Being the clueless bastard I am, I probably parked in the furthest lot from her gate, but I'm getting experience and that's what counts. I never had to do the airport pickup before. I've done the drop off, but never the pickup. I left myself enough time to wander around the airport looking for her terminal. Surprisingly, I found my way to her arrival spot easily and had to wait about fifteen minutes for her plane to land. The airport wasn't too crowded. It wasn't empty, but wasn't filled with a mob of passengers. I decided to peruse the nearby gift shop and bought a guitar magazine and a Snickers bar because really... why wait? I saw the plane pull up to the connecting tunnel, and a few minutes later, people exited the aircraft. When Larisa walked out of the terminal, I realized I had forgotten just how breathtakingly beautiful she was. She wore a pair of faded low-cut jeans and a cute little collared baby blue top. Her dirty blonde hair had gotten longer since the last time I saw her, now laying a bit past her shoulders. Think Alex Mack... but with breasts, so think circa season four. That's where puberty hit her... hard. She looked around for me, carrying her backpack on her shoulder. As I saw her, a flood of happy and comforting memories filled my loins... and my head. I remembered how good I felt around her and how she had a way of making all my problems instantly fade away. Finally, she saw me through the crowd of departing passengers and her face lit up like the cafeteria at my college last month. The top floor of the place erupted in flames with the fire of a thousand suns. I couldn't help but smile like a giddy retard, whose chicken nugget kids meal had finally been delivered by the Friendly's waitress. Her smile... Man. Larisa ran towards me in what seemed like slow motion, just like a movie. It was kind of like that scene in the movie Lady Bugs where Jonathan Brandis and the girl in the ladybug-colored bikini were running towards each other, but not as gay... and I wasn't running. She got to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I held onto her and picked her up off the ground, spinning her around in a circle. Her hair smelled like tropical fruit, gently resting against my face as I cradled her close to me. She leaned back and looked into my eyes with her amazing, comforting, big brown ones. "Maaaatttyyyyy!" She leaned in to kiss me. I was immediately brought back into Heaven as her lips made contact with mine. I wish I could bottle this amazing feeling for a crappy day. The two of us shared a soft and romantic kiss in the airport terminal, just like a TV show, for about a minute. As the kiss ended we looked back into each other's eyes. "I missed you soooo much Larisa. It feels so good to have you near me again." "Aww. Matty," she said as she stroked the side of my face with her hand. She looked deep into my eyes as a smile formed, ear-to-ear. "I missed you too love. So much." I slid my arms around her again, pulling her close to me. We were getting friendly looks from the other people around us, staring at the two lovebirds finally reunited. After a nice long hug we let go and walked to go get her luggage, hand in hand. I also carried her backpack because I'm good like that. "I got you flowers, but they're in the car. I thought they'd be just another thing to carry back, and with the luggage and all..." I said as we made our way to get her suitcases. "That was sweet of you, and so logical," she laughed as she squeezed my hand and nudged her shoulder against mine. "So, how was your flight," I asked as we waited for her luggage to appear at baggage claim. "It was long. It sucks when you're not flying with a friend." I assumed she was referring to the flight she took here with her friend Michelle over a year ago. I'm sure they talked and tussled each other to pass the time. "Yeah. Well at least they showed a movie right?" I asked as I held her from behind, my arms wrapped around her waist. She held them in her hands as I watched for her bags among the others that appeared on the belt... not that I knew what hers looked like. "Yeah. They showed 10 Things I Hate About You." "Hahahahaha. Oh that sucks Rissy." That was so friggen funny. I rested my chin on her shoulders and tightened my arms around her waist to comfort her from the pain of the in-flight movie. It felt so good to feel her against my body. I felt... whole. "It's not even that I saw it too many times. I was IN the movie," she laughed. "Aww." I kissed her on the back/side of her head. "...I HATE that kid," I whispered, thinking out loud. I was referring to that little bastard Tommy from 3rd Rock that got to make out with her in the film. "I know dear," she said as she playfully sighed. "God, I hate flying. I'm getting better though." Larisa was scared of flying, especially when she didn't have a friend with her to calm her down. She always opted for a seat in the isle so she wouldn't have to look out the window. "You know, I used to be afraid of flying." "Really?" she asked. "I didn't know that. How'd you get better at it?" "Well I don't know if you've ever seen a little TV show by the name of... Lost... but that goes to show you that even when the plane's missing the nose AND the tail, at least forty-five people can survive. And now... it's a breeze for me." "Love... I don't think that's going to make me feel better." Well, I tried. "So, when's the last time Val hit on you?" Larisa asked in a, 'it's a common occurrence' way. "Today." Larisa just laughed as she involuntarily tightened her grip on my arms as they surrounded her. I guessed she probably felt a bit threatened. "I went to her room to say goodbye and she jumped me." I wanted to be honest with her. There was no reason to hide it. "God that girl's such a whore," she said in a sweet joking way of course. "She needs a boyfriend of her own. I wonder if it was a bad idea to share her with you that one time." "You mean twice?" I asked, correcting her. "Yeah. True. That night in bed." "I was referring to the other time, but whatever. I don't think it was a bad idea. It was awful nice of you to let her get some from me." "Haha. I bet you don't stud." I mean, hey, Val was digging me in a big, big way and Larisa let her play with me... twice. That's nice of her. Nothing shows the love between two people like sharing a cousin, or like two cousins sharing a guy. "There are my bags," she said, nodding at the matching triplets that were coming out of the small dark room. "Okay." I stepped forward to grab them and mother fuck were they heavy. Fucking girls always bringing suitcases full of bricks. There were two large ones and a smaller one. I put the strap of the smaller one across my shoulder and went for the other two, grasping one in each hand. Of course there were no colored folk pushing a group of carts for wheeling the luggage around. Oh come on. They're usually good-natured Negroes... as Brad says. God forbid she bought ones with wheels either. 'This shit is heavy as fuck,' I thought. I'd tip in the form of a handjob if one showed up right about now. "I'll take one of them," said Larisa, reaching for one. "Oh no you won't. I'm the man here," I grunted as I heaved them up off the ground. "But they're really heavy Matt." Pssh. "Hey. I wear shorts in the winter. Do you know why?" I asked her. "Because you're hardcore?" she said, not really asking, but reiterating. I had told her this many times before. "You're damn right. Hun, I think I can handle three suitcases." So this year I've worn shorts from the day school began until the end of the first semester, December 23rd. We made it about two hundred feet before I almost collapsed like Jesus carrying the cross... the item that MADE his career, by the way. "...Just gotta rest the hands." I wiggled my fingers around like the bassist from Tantric, trying to loosen them up... get the blood flowing. God there are so many inside jokes in this story that only one person would get. Sorry. Haha. I was this close to getting a hernia (spreads thumb and pointer finger less than an inch apart). "Look. One of those carts," said Larisa as she quickly walked over to get it. She was the only person that had suitcases without wheels. I was surprised they weren't bright red hard shell suitcases from the 70's to be perfectly honest. 'Thank God,' I thought to myself, ecstatic with joy and relief. I threw her bags onto it and we made our way to the parking lot, where we saw a guy that couldn't have looked more like a shoe bomber unless he had "shoe bomber" written on his forehead. I didn't make eye contact with him and I sped up, not wanting to draw attention to us. ---------------------------------- "That one over there," I said as I pointed to the car a few spaces down. "A Volvo... Sexy." "Ahem. It's the Vulva. And it's the best car ever." I unlocked it using my clicker and I made the OOO EHH OOO locking noise. "You better be nice. This car's gonna take you around all summer." "Leather seats... Six CD changer. Nice," said Larisa as she looked around the luxury vehicle. I love my car. It's a 1995 Volvo something. I know shit about cars. It's nice and broken in. "Matt, I'm so excited about this summer." "I know. It's going to be so awesome. We'll get to spend a lot of time together. I'm going back to my old job. Still not getting a whole lot of hours or pay." Barely part time hours and I was making $6.50. How are you. "Just enough to take you out and spoil you a bit." Spoil her at the dollar menu. "Haha. I may look for a job too. Of course it'll have to be something close by because I don't have a car." She took my hand and held it in hers as I drove back to my house. "I'm so happy to see you again love. I couldn't wait to be with you again," she said as she lifted my hand to her mouth, kissing it. "I know Larisa. I missed having you around so much. I thought about you all the time." I took her hand and kissed it, reciprocating the same gesture. "This is going to be the best summer ever." She flashed me one of those amazing million dollar smiles she had. Her happiness looked so pure. That made me feel even better. I could see how much she loved me from how she looked at me, and also by how she kissed me. There was so much tender love and passion in her kisses. I never felt anything like that with my other girlfriends. "This last week took FOREVER. It seemed like a month. All I wanted to do was get on that plane." "Aww. Hun. The last week flew for me. Well I guess that was because of exams," I joked. "How'd you do on your last one?" asked Larisa. "I didn't get to talk to you after it." "Uh... it was okay. I had to BS one of the essays, but I think I got at least a B. Maybe a B+." "Well that's good." She hesitated for a moment, looking down at her hands, twiddling her fingers. "What is it?" I asked, focusing my eyes back on the road. I knew her signs of nervousness. "I'm nervous about meeting your family, actually. I hope they like me," she confessed. "Aww, Riss. They're going to love you. You'll probably get along really well with my sister actually." "Why's that Matt?" she asked as a small look of relief crept across her face. "I don't know. Just trying to make you feel better." She playfully punched me in the arm. "Oh thanks," she laughed, brushing the hair out of her face, pushing it off to the side. "That helps a lot!" "No. But my sister used to watch Alex Mack. ...She was more of a Clarissa fan, but I'm sure she'll still love you." "Haha. I hope so. Aren't they all going to Arizona?" she asked me, talking over the low background noise of the air conditioner and music. "Yeah. In a week or so I think. I'm not really sure. They want to get the house up and running. Buy some furniture and stuff. We'll end up having this house to ourselves for a few weeks." "Haha. It'll be like we're married," she joked. "Yeah. A dream come true." I hope we would still have a sex life in this fake marriage or I will divorce her ass in a heartbeat. ...Then bang her constantly. "A dream love?" She squeezed my hand and grinned at me. "Well... I have dreams about us getting married. But I also have dreams that you stop hogging the covers." "That's not even a dream-dream. That's a goal-dream!" she yelled back in shock and playful disgust. Her eyes were opened wide, as well as her mouth. She looked as if she wanted to laugh. "Yeah. Well... unlucky for me, all dreams don't come true. So..." "Pssh..." She pushed my arm in retaliation as she began to smile. "...Well speaking of special events. Someone has a birthday coming up," said Larisa. I had forgotten that my birthday was actually coming up in a week and a half. "So when were you going to remind me?" she asked. "I wasn't," I answered, keeping my eyes on the road. "How come?? You're turning 21. That's a big milestone." I didn't like to make a big deal about my birthdays. No one in my family really celebrated or made a big deal about them since me and my sister were little. I haven't gotten excited about them since I was like twelve years old. It's just like Christmas. When you get to a certain age, or when there aren't any little kids around, it doesn't seem as big a deal anymore. I could even forget about my own. "I just don't like to make a big deal. That's all." Larisa got quiet for a second, a slight expression of shock and confusion viewable on her face. "Oh... So what do you want for your birthday?" asked Larisa as she looked at me. "I just want to have a couple drinks, play some guitar, and spend a lot of time holding you. That's more than enough," I said, my eyes looking towards her then focusing back on the road. After all, I did play better drunk. I'm being serious. I have the audiotapes. It's like... I stop concentrating on playing it perfectly and play more by feeling and vibe. It sounds better. "Oh. Well I already got you something. I was debating on calling it an early birthday present..." "Oh yeah?" I replied. "What is it?" I may not get excited about my birthdays, but I can still get excited about receiving presents. "Matty. I don't want to ruin the surprise." "Oh come on Riss. You CAN'T say I got you something and then not tell me. That's cruel. Haha." I was very curious and pretty excited. She's not a normal girlfriend, so I assumed it wouldn't be a normal run-of-the-mill present. "Haha. I suppose. ...I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you." Porn! A hooker! A Gibson Les Paul guitar! ...Porn! "I got us tickets to see Avril Lavigne." ... ... ...STILL GOOD! STILL GOOD! "Whoaa. Really??" "Mmmhmm," said Larisa. She felt relieved at my enthusiasm. "I know you're really digging her at the moment and I thought it would be a nice present." Of course I dug her. I dug her in a big, big way. What guy wouldn't want to have sex with a hot little punk rock chick? She was the type of girl I fantasized about, with the black nail polish, the dark eye makeup, and the punk/goth clothes. I'm not so crazy about the tie, but they can't all be fuckin winners right? She had an amazing little ass. She was so hot. I mean, the music was pretty good too. "Riss. You're the best. Thank you so much. That's so awesome." I leaned in to kiss her, keeping one eye on the road. "You're welcome Matt. I'm glad you're excited. I was hoping you didn't already have tickets." "No. I actually forgot she was touring." And I didn't think any of my metal head friends would wanna go to an Avril concert. "So where are our seats, anyways?" I asked my girlfriend. "Front row. And backstage." "You got me backstage passes... to Avril Lavigne?!" I was going to beat off like CRAZY after meeting this little star!! Like you wouldn't. I was already on my way to a boner just thinking about her. "Yeah. My manager knows some people. He was able to get them for us," Larisa explained. "He said she's really nice in person, despite what everyone says." "Oh... Larisa. Thank you so much. This is going to be the best birthday I've had in a long time. Thank you soooo much." It was a really awesome present... from an awesome girl. "Don't worry about it. I love you and wanted to give you something special. ...And since I couldn't give you my cherry. Well... You know... I had to make it up to you." "...That's good. I like it. Someone's been practicing their jokes," I laughed. "I'm glad it shows," she responded in a good-natured cheerful way. "I love you too Riss. You know, you... with the good jokes. It reminds me of the old days before you peaked." "I never peaked. I'm still improving," she said, looking out the window, taking in the scenery. "Riss, let's shake on it. 2004, the year of the comedy comeback." Her mouth hung open as she appeared shocked. "There's no comeback because there was a never went!" she playfully exclaimed. "I don't even know what that means," I joked. "Grrrrr," she said, not really angry with me at all. I just laughed and took her hand from her lap, kissing it again. "...A night with Larisa and Avril. Mmmm." "Yeah. Well, don't go getting any ideas you dirty boy. I don't know if she'd be into a couple." She knew what I was hinting at. We were always on the same page. "But we can hope right?" she said, giving my a little wink. Page 69. "We certainly can." Larisa looked down at my crotch, noticing my slight erection. "Looks like you already got some ideas." She reached down and put her left hand on my cock. She wrapped her small hand around my member through my pants, feeling it grow from her touch. "Mmmm. I'd love for you to tell me all about them too." ---------------------------------- "I love your neighborhood," said Larisa as we drove around the block to my house. "It's the kind of place I want to raise a family in." I lived in the courts, which was a group of blocks inside a large semi circle street. Imagine a block inside a cul-de-sac. It was a pretty nice place. Kids rode their bikes around and old people sat outside on summer nights, gossiping on everyone and everything. It was a pretty good place to grow up in. You wouldn't think that a block or two outside was a shit hole filled with poor minorities, but it is. "Yeah. I had some good memories growing up here. It's nice and quiet," I told her as I thought back in time. If this were a movie, here's where I'd throw in a childhood montage. Larisa and I finally arrived back at my house. I knew my dad was away on a business trip so he'd have to meet Larisa when he returned in a few days. I found the driveway empty and assumed my mother and sister must have gone out somewhere. At least I could skip the embarrassment they were sure to cause me for a little while. We got out of the car and grabbed Larisa's luggage. "I love your house. It's so cozy," she said as we made our way inside, through the kitchen and into the living room. Yeah, fucking tiny and cozy. "Thanks. Let's get these upstairs to my room and then I'll give you the grand tour." "Sure," she said as she followed me, checking out my sweet ass, carrying the smallest of the three bags. "My room's upstairs in the attic." "Nice. That must give you some good privacy," she said. When we got to the top of the stairs, Larisa looked around with a puzzled expression on her face. "Yeah I know. Where's the door right? ...Yeah. How are you." I didn't have a door to my attic room. When I was first born and they were renovating the house, my parents decided not to make it a full two family house. They didn't plan on living there more than a few years, let alone till I was twenty-one. Now with the odd shape of the roof, and fire codes, a door at the top of the stairs just isn't feasible. "But look at my kick ass curtain," I said sarcastically. They had at least installed a curtain for some sort of privacy. Last year, when I was twenty. Good Boy: Still Good "You don't have a door? How do you... take care of business?" asked Larisa as we put her bags down. "You learn. You'd be amazed how stealthy my masturbation can be." "Haha. You're too much. Well..." said Larisa as she wrapped her arms around me. "I think we can work around this." She smiled at me lovingly, her expression giving a small hint of sexiness. "Oh yeah?" I teased as I pulled her close into me, our mouths a few inches away from one another's. "Mmmhmm." We leaned in and kissed, our mouths making contact for the first time since the car ride. I kissed her hard and lovingly. Larisa's hand moved to the back of my head, holding it close to her as our tongues probed one another's mouth. I slid my arms around her, placing them on her ass, or arse, for you Brits out there, pulling her against my newly formed erection. "Uhhn. Matt," she moaned into my mouth. "I... want you... so bad," she whispered in between kisses. "I want you inside me." Larisa pushed me back and I fell back onto my bed. She immediately climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. Goddamn deja vou. Didn't I just do this with Val... about five hours ago. I slid my hands under the back of her shirt, moving up towards her bra, rubbing her soft skin as she continued to sexually assault my mouth. I was as hard as a rock by now and desperately wanted to fuck her again and again. "God Larisa. I want you so bad." I unhooked her white bra from underneath her shirt as she grinded against my throbbing manhood. We continued to furiously make out, however, softly and tenderly roaming over one another's body with our hands, both desperately craving fulfillments of our sexual needs. I slid a hand up the front of her shirt, cupping her plump breast through her unfastened bra. "Ahem," came a voice from the stairs. We both turned and looked over in complete shock. "Kar!" I exclaimed in both shock and embarassment. My sister had been watching us from the stairs. See why a curtain doesn't fucking cut it. "Hey... What's up?" I stammered as I pushed Larisa away from me. "I didn't mean to interrupt," she said apologetically. "I wanted to say hi." My sister hadn't seen me for over a month and wanted to welcome her big brother back home. If only that's how it really is. I didn't see my sister for the first three days of the previous summer because she was doing her own thing. My guess was she just wanted to see this mystery woman I was bringing home. "Oh... Um... Kar, this is Larisa." "Hi Karen. Nice to meet you," said Larisa as she climbed off me and sat on the edge of my bed, full of embarrassment. "Hi Larisa. ...Wait," my sister said with a weird look on her face. "You're the girl from Nickelodeon! Right??" "Yeah, that's me," she answered. My sister hadn't been informed of whom exactly my new girlfriend was. She was in shock her brother was able to tap a fine piece of ass like that. "Oh Wow! I had no idea! Matt. Why didn't you tell me?!" "Did I need to tell you who she was?" I questioned. Who was she? My mother? My sister and I never really took an interest in one another's lives. We never had those friendly brother to sister talks. Nothing. It's not that we didn't care. It's just... that we didn't care. To be perfectly honest, her being in college three time zones away has only brought us closer ...and that closeness has disappeared since we both came home for winter break. "Well, no. But still. It just seems like something you would brag about. I mean you have enough pictures of her on your computer. And the one on your wall." YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. "... ... ..." I was so fucking speechless. I was embarrassed and someone was getting an ass kicking from hell. She's never seen karate... like my karate. Larisa turned to look at me, grinning. "You know, one day you're going to have to show me this collection," Larisa said. I turned three shades of red in about two seconds. "THANK YOU KAREN. IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE I CAN DO FOR YOU?" I asked in a pissed off Adam Sandler Anger Management sort of way. "...Oh. Oh I'm sorry." She realized she completely embarrassed me. Not that Larisa didn't know that I masturbated to pictures of her. I told her personally. I just didn't need the action to be reminisced. I was still lying on my bed, resting on my arm, facing the stairwell. Larisa pulled me up next to her and I put my arm around her shoulder, leaning against her. "You two look cute together," she said, trying to get herself out of trouble. "Thank you Karen," said Larisa happily. "You know, you're brother's amazing. You really did a good job teaching him how to treat women so well," she said as she looked at me, giving me a warm smile. The smile stretched across her angelic face, her slightly pudgy nose cutely scrunching up. "Yeah. I guess," she replied. Bullshit. All my sister did was hit me with a yardstick or throw a TV remote at my head. This was whenever she wasn't screaming like a rape victim, getting me into trouble for coming into her room to ask her a question. Dumb trick. "Well, I'll leave you two alone. It was nice to meet you Larisa." "You too Karen." With that, my sister walked through the curtain and went downstairs. "Well... I guess they're home. That went well... I think," I said, sincerely yet sarcastically. "Oh yeah. Great first impression. Seeing me dry hump her brother," said Larisa as she reached under her shirt and refastened her bra, angry and upset. She wasn't all too thrilled about the circumstances they just met under. She seemed more worried about my family liking her after what had just happened. "I didn't want it to start like this." "Riss, don't worry. She's cool," I assured her. "Come on. Smile. In a few days, we'll all laugh about this." I shook Larisa back and forth and her hair flew side to side. Finally, she cracked a smile. "Okay. I guess." She brushed her hand through her hair, pushing it back behind her ears, straightening herself up a little. "We're going to have to be more careful up here until they leave," she commented. "Yeah. We can handle it. Trust me." I ran my hand over Larisa's cheek, looking hopelessly into her eyes. "You're so beautiful Larisa. When you smile." She blushed and looked down at her lap. "You always know what to say love." She held my hand against her face, looking back at me. "What do you say you give me another kiss and we go meet your mom?" "Sure. Where would you like it?" I asked her. "On the lips of course," she said, angling her head towards me, preparing for the kiss. "Okay." I leaned down and moved my head towards her crotch. "Hey!" she laughed. "Not those lips!" Her face exploded with laughter as she pushed my head away from her pussy. "If you do that I'll never get to meet your mom tonight. Haha." "Fine. Have it your way," I said as I leaned in and softly pressed my lips against those of my celebrity girlfriend. I could taste the strawberry flavor from her lip balm. "Mmm. I definitely can get used to this," I said as I rested my hand on her thigh, giving it a playful squeeze, then kissing her once more. "Kissing me whenever you want for the whole summer?" she asked, still blushing. "No. You're lip balm. It's delicious," I said. "I could go for a Pop Tart so bad. Strawberry." Larisa laughed at my joke, her face erupting in calmness. "I missed this," she said softly as she giggled, my hand still on her leg. "You making me laugh like this." And I missed the angelic look on her face that my jokes caused. "Well I've got all new material. You're gonna love it. Come on. Let's go downstairs," I said as I stood up. This was definitely going to be a great summer. ---------------------------------- My mom was unpacking groceries when Larisa and I walked into the kitchen. "Hey ma. This is Larisa." She turned around to face us, holding some oranges. "Hi. How are you? I'm Lori." "Hi. Nice to finally meet you," said Larisa nervously. "You have such a lovely home," she quickly added as she played with her hands. When Larisa was very nervous about something she had a habit of twiddling her thumbs or playing with her fingers. "Thank you. You make sure Matt keeps it like this when we're gone. Do I need to teach you how to do laundry?" my mom asked me as she put a pack of my fat free Kraft Singles cheese in the fridge. "Yes you do, as a matter of fact," I said angrily. "I don't know how to work these high-tech machines. I know the two colors and whites buttons." Way to embarrass me right off the bat, wouldn't you say. Dumb trick. "Don't worry. I'll keep him in line," Larisa joked. She looked at me, seeing I was slightly pissed off about my mom's comment. "I'm sure it won't be too hard. Your son is an amazing man," she added in my defense, taking hold of my arm. Yeah! How you like me NOW?! Larisa always knew what to say to make me feel better. We all continued to make small talk as the awkwardness finally left us. My mom and Larisa seemed to get along fine as we all chatted about plans for the summer and other stuff, keeping all the sex plans out of the conversation. Larisa asked a whole bunch of questions about their new house, which my mom seemed to like. I bet she loved it, being I don't give a shit and all. The area/town where the development is doesn't even have a town name yet. They bought a house in a place without a name. Am I the only one who sees a problem with this? After a few more minutes, I took Larisa on the tour of the house. I showed her where the bathroom was and then the basement entertainment room. My basement was the shit. We had a projection television with a screen about eight feet in diameter. We also had two leather couches and a leather recliner. "So what do you think hun?" I asked Larisa. She slowly twirled around, looking around the basement. It's awesome. I bet porn is cool as hell on this screen." She always knew what to say. =] "It's pretty cool." There was something about porn that made me want to not watch it on the big screen, but on a small TV with the volume low. I felt like I was going to get caught even if no one was home. "Well you'll have to show me what it's like to see it that big," she said as she took my hand and held it, staring into space, imagining the giant cock that would soon be on the screen... or pussy. "Maybe you can make your next big screen appearance right here." "Haha." She looked at me and laughed, leaning against me as I held her hand. "Hmm. We'll just have to see about that, won't we. I'm not sure if it goes against the union rules and all." "Haha. We'll have to check with your agent about that then," I joked. "And these couches are amazing," I added. Each half of the sofa was able to recline and pop out a footrest. "Yeah. They look comfy," Larisa responded as she sat down on the nearest one. "C'mere. Sit with me." How can I object to that, right? After all, we'd probably fuck like animals on each one of these seats. I moved over to the couch and sat down next to her. She immediately leaned in against me. I placed my arm around her and held her tenderly. She leaned down onto my lap and I kissed the top of her head, pressing my lips against her soft hair. She closed her eyes as she used me for a giant pillow with a penis. "Mmm." "What baby?" I asked. "I could really get used to this." ---------------------------------- Larisa and I finally headed back to my room to unpack her belongings. I shuffled clothes around to give Larisa half of my closet and half of my dresser. "Oh," I said as I opened my skylight window, covered by my Metallica - Master of Puppets poster. The light beamed through the window and would light up my face in the morning. Who needed that shit, so I covered it up with a poster. "I almost forgot. We have a pool in the back too. ...Annnnnd as you can see it isn't opened yet. Sorry to get your hopes up." "Haha. It's fine," she said as she stood next to me looked out the window." "I'm sure my dad's just been too busy to open it. Soon probably." Larisa went back to unpacking her clothes. "So will I need to use this?" she asked as she held up a bathing suit. It wasn't overly skimpy, but it was revealing nonetheless. "Well that's totally up to you. Use your best judgment." She laughed and continued with her work. "Nice," I said as I saw her putting her panties in the dresser. "I thought you might like them," she said as she held up a tiny black pair, dangling them around in front of me. "Hey Riss." "Yeah?" "...Please say it. For me." She sighed and shook her head. "AHA! Black panties!" she said as she held up the underwear. She chuckled as she acted out the 10 Things scene. "Haha. Thank you dear." It made my day. I know it was stupid, but stupid things amuse me. Like midgets. "No Problem. I don't know why you like it so much," she said as she resumed unpacking. "I like it because I can have you act it out for me. It's your catch phrase." "How is THAT my catch phrase?" she said as she quick turned her head towards me and laughed. "It's the most memorable thing you've said." "Haha. I see." As she unpacked, I put some more posters on my walls. I was one of those people who needed their entire wall completely covered. I had posters and magazine pictures of all my favorite bands. After all, music was such a huge part of my life. I did have some posters of women. I purposely didn't put too many up because I didn't want to seem like a perv. I however did put up my Avril and Eliza Dushku posters. They both look so fucking hot in them. And the best part is that I didn't have to pay shipping for them because of a promotion. Yeah. How are you. I also refrained from putting up my Larisa print out picture. That would be too weird. I looked around the room as I filled up the bare white walls. My room was tiny. The walls bent inward as they reached the ceiling, forming a sort of triangle shape, with a flat top. With my bed, desk, and guitar amps, there wasn't much room for anything else. It would be kind of cramped with the two of us sharing the room. I briefly thought about us sleeping in my parents' bed after they left, just as a way for the two of us to get out of the prison cell I called home. 'Perhaps,' I thought. "So what do you want to do when you're done unpacking," I asked her as I hung up another picture. It was late by now, but not too late. "Honestly, I'd just like to lie down. I'm really tired from the trip," she said as she put some clothes into the dresser. She turned her head around to face me, asking, "Is that okay? Or did you want to do something tonight?" I could tell by the look on her face that she was afraid of disappointing me. "No, I didn't have anything special planned. I'm tired too. It's been a long day for the both of us, having to pack up and whatnot. Just trying to be a good host." "You are Matty," said Larisa reassuringly. "OH! I almost forgot," said Larisa as she rummaged through her bag. "I got us a little something." "Airplane peanuts?" I asked as I looked at the items she pulled out of her bag. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at me. A second or two later, she pulled out a small padded black case and unzipped it. "It's for when we play," she said as she pulled out a digital video camera. "Whoa. That's awesome baby. So much better than my shitty webcam." "Hey. That cam's got sentimental value!" she joked. It captured all the times we've had sex, thus far. I had batched to the videos a number of times. Larisa burned herself CDs with the videos on it, so I'm sure she batched to them as well. "True." Larisa got all excited about the new toy as she handed it to me. "I figured we could make a lot of home movies. You know, as a way to remember every bit of fun we've had," she explained. "Yeah. That's awesome. We can even record other stuff besides sex," I said as I looked at the video camera. "Haha. Yeah. We can. But lets not waste the battery too much in case we make love in a random place." I laughed at her comment. I loved how this woman thought. "True. Well, I'm going to go grab a shower. I'll let you finish here," I said as I handed her back the camera. "Alrighty," she replied as she put it back in the case and resumed folding some shirts. When I came back ten minutes later, Larisa had just put the last of her clothes away. "Can I take a shower Matt?" she asked. "No. ...Of course you can. Riss this is your house too now. Okay?" I wanted her to really feel welcome and comfortable. I understood why she was nervous. Meeting the family of your significant other is stressful. I also couldn't help but wonder if she was nervous that we may get tired of each other because of all the time we'd be spending together. It's not normal for people to move in together early in the relationship. Not that we just started going out, but we've been apart for so much of our relationship. I know I thought of that possibility. I wondered if she did. "Okay baby. I know. I'm just not used to this yet." "It's fine. There's some towels in the closet at the end of the hall. You can just throw your clothes in the hamper with mine. I'm sure they won't get mixed up with anyone else's." "Okay. I'll be right back," she said as she walked down the stairs. I climbed into bed and put the air conditioner on higher. I thought, 'I better get this room as cold as an elderly lady's titties. This way, if she makes me shut the AC off, it wont be sweltering hot like it is between my ass cheeks in August.' Or December for that matter. ...It's glandular. I turned on the TV and watched HBO's Oz until Larisa came back. Oh look. Another ass raping. Larisa entered my room again, this time a gray towel was wrapped around her body, hanging on her breasts. Dammit! That was my fucking towel! You see, I had the specific towel I always used because it was huge, allowing me to drape myself in it for days at a time. Note to self... set her straight immediately. I didn't see it in the closet or I would have taken it. She looked so sexy with her semi-wet hair pushed back. She turned to face the TV as she pulled off her towel and dried herself better, standing there naked. This was going to be a great summer. I looked her up and down, getting hornier by the minute. That's not too acceptable when you're watching a male prison show. Larisa had gotten fitter since the last time we saw each other. "See something you like?" she asked, having seen me leer at her body. She continued to dry her hair, rubbing it with the now damp towel. "Every inch of it. That's new," I said as I pointed to her pussy, my erection poking hard against my boxers. "Yeah. Shaved? ...Is the expression?" she said in Shannon Elizabeth's horrendous American Pie accent. Yeah. How am I. "I started shaving it. How does it look?" she asked as she ran her hand over the top of her pussy, rubbing it slowly with her fingertips, causing my dick to shake under my gray boxers. "It looks so fucking beautiful. Like a nice 12-year-old's." "Ew. Perv." She continued to dry off. "...I'm glad you like it Matty." I thought 11-year-old was too much too soon. Larisa went into the drawer and fumbled around for a second. The room was dark except for the television. Finally, she pulled out a pair of white cotton panties and slid them up her legs. "Aww. Where'd it go?" I asked in regards to her smooth hairless cunt now being put out of sight, but definitely not out of mind. "Maybe we should wait until we're alone before naked time," she replied as she lifted up my blanket and began climbed into bed next to me. "No shirt?" I asked. "So much for holding off on naked time." Good Boy: Still Good "Would you rather I fully cover up Matt? I'm tying to help you out. Help me. Help me help you." "Haha. It's fine by me. ...Hey. Other side Riss. You know the deal." She knew I liked to be to the right. All my game was towards the left. As you all know, I couldn't make a move to my right side. "Oh. Silly me," she said as she threw her right leg over my body, climbing over me, stopping midway to straddle me. She sat on my cock as her breasts hung down above my chest. I noticed her nipples were erect, either from the cold or from my D pressed against her pussquah. "I forgot about how your 'game' works." And a good game it was. After all, it worked on her. I reached up and held Larisa's face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs back and forth across her cheeks. She gently bit her bottom lip and smiled as she looked down at me. "You're so beautiful baby. I can't believe I forgot how amazing you look." "Aww Matt. But you can at least say that while looking at my face instead of my boobs," she said as she leaned down and kissed me. She smiled and continued with her move to the other side of the bed. We crawled under the covers and lied there facing each other, gazing into the one another's eyes. "Hey love... Do you remember the first time we slept in bed together?" I stroked her left cheek with my hand. "Of course I do. How can I forget something like that?" I said. "It was the first day we met... after we were all drinking. I woke up the next morning before you and looked at you just like this... watching you sleep." My mind wandered back to that night. Larisa wore tiny black panties and a red spaghetti strap tank top. She looked so fucking beautiful. "Mmm. You do remember," she smiled as her eyes began to close. Goodnight my love." "Goodnight Riss," I said as I rolled onto my back, putting my left arm under her. "I love you Matthew," she said as she curled up in my arms. I pulled her close to me, feeling her bare smooth skin pressed against mine. I felt her breasts rest against my body as I put my right arm over her back, hugging her, rubbing my hand over her body slowly. I rested the side of my head against Larisa's, slightly turning to kiss her on her forehead. "I love you too Riss." It felt so good to hold her in my arms again. I could feel her breathe in and out as her chest rose and fell with mine. "I like your hair, by the way," I said about her hair being longer. I wanted her to know I noticed. "Thank you," she said with her eyes closed. She curled up and pushed herself deeper into me like a baby kitten burrowing itself half under its mother, trying to stay warm. Before I knew it, I fell fast asleep, holding the woman I love... half naked... touching her boobs. ---------------------------------- "Oh Riss. That feels sooo good." "Good baby. It feels good from my end too," she replied. "This is so naughty hun," I said as Larisa pressed her body into mine, pushing me back against the door, slamming it closed as our bodies made contact. She forced her lips against mine as she pressed against my stiff cock. I slid my hands down the side of her white blouse, continuing down over her black skirt, finally resting my hands on her ass. I gave it a playful squeeze as she gently bit my bottom lip, tugging at it as she grinned sexily. She raised her leg and brought her thigh up to my side. My right hand slid from her ass, trailing further down her elevated leg. "I've wanted you all day. You look so sexy in that new outfit we bought you." "I wanted you too. You don't know how much it turned me on... every time you crossed and uncrossed your legs," I said between kisses. Earlier, Larisa was sitting across the room from me, talking to a few people as I mingled with some other guests. She kept making eye contact with me, crossing and uncrossing her legs, spreading them apart a little. I kept catching a glimpse of her panties every time she did so. She would give me the subtlest smile when she caught me looking at her. Larisa got off teasing me, making my cock hard, knowing I couldn't relieve myself. She made it so hard to keep up a conversation with anyone. How can you not look? Right? "She's got little hearts on her panties! Look you fucking pussy!" – Stiffler. "That's the idea," she replied as she snaked her tongue through my mouth, her libido insatiable. We fumbled from the doorway to the nearby desk. I picked Larisa up by the hips and sat her down on the desktop, knocking over a cup full of pens. She opened her legs enough for me to slip in between them. My dick was rock hard from the excitement caused by what we were doing. It was such a rush because we could be caught at any time by someone. "Mmmm. Your cock feels so good pressed against me." My prick poked at Larisa's sexy red panties through the front of my beige dress pants. "God I could have you right here, and no one would even know." "What did you tell them to slip away?" I asked as I pumped myself against her crotch, fumbling my hands through her hair. "Mmm," she cooed in my mouth as she kissed me. "I said... mmm I said I had to go to the bathroom. Oooh yes," she moaned as I sucked on her neck, slowly inching towards her collarbone. "You?" "I said... I said the same." I continued slowly kissing her neck as my hands ran over her thighs, caressing her soft skin. I slid my hand under the right side of her skirt, feeling her smooth creamy thigh in the palm of my hand. I felt Larisa's right leg and left foot come together around my butt, pulling me closer into her. "You look... sooo fucking sexy today baby," I whispered into her ear, then resumed kissing her on the mouth. My hand was in her skirt, up to her ass now, semi-roughly squeezing it. "Oh yeah?" Her breathing sped up as I grinded my member against her aching wet pussy. "Is my skirt turning you on? Did you like seeing up my skirt?" she asked, tilting her head backwards and to the side, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open as she moaned. I tenderly nibbled and sucked on her neck, moving up to under her chin, eventually reaching her soft lips once more. "Fuck yeah Riss. Mmmm." Her grip on me with her legs tightened. "Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to fuck me through my skirt?" "Yessss baby." "Tell meee. Tell meee how bad," she quietly cried. "I need to hear you say it." "Ohh. I wanna fuck you Riss. I wanna fuck you so bad. I wanna come inside you... right here." Larisa continued to kiss me as her hands fumbled with my belt and zipper. "Maybe... Just maybe... today's your lucky day." She unzipped my Dockers and slid one of her hands inside, rubbing my stiff cock through my boxers. I felt her grip it like the handle of a tennis racquet as I heard a noise behind me. I thought nothing of it because Larisa was facing that way and wouldn't continue to rub me if something was wrong. "I hope so baby," I whispered. Larisa pulled me close to her body as she kept her hand in my pants, trying to jack me off through the cotton boxers that kept her from the warm skin of my throbbing penis. She rested her chin on my left shoulder as we held an incredibly tight embrace. Her hand still squeezed around my throbbing aching cock as she stared at the person standing in the doorway, unbeknown to me. "Mmm. Yessss Matthew. Your cock feels fucking amazing. Mmmm," moaned Larisa into my ear. "These feel so full of cum sweetie," she said as she cupped my full balls, not taking her eyes off the teenage girl who was slowly and quietly closing the door. "I can't wait to see how much you come today lover." She was teasing not only me, but the person who quietly observed our less-than-innocent act. "Do you like watching us baby?" "Huh?" I grunted. I opened my eyes and looked at the photographs taped to the hutch of the desk we were dry humping on. Val and Nat. Val and Ross and Nat. Val and Riss. Well it doesn't take a genius to figure out where we were. Only a person who isn't blind. 'Oh shit. We're in Valerie's room,' I thought. I didn't even pay attention to what the room looked like when we stumbled into it. I quickly panicked and turned around to see who was spying on us. Valerie was leaning against the door, her hand running over her left breast, her fingers slowly tracing circles around her nipple. "Don't stop on my account you two." Val looked so fucking hot. She had on a skirt like Larisa's, but much shorter and much more revealing. Her legs were emphasized by the heeled sandals she was wearing, her red toenails grabbing my attention as I looked her up and down. She had on a tight V-cut red top that was like a second skin to her stomach, and squeezed her breasts together against her body, showing a shit-load of cleavage. Val's curly black hair fell down to her shoulders, soon moving to the side as she gave her head a quick shake, tossing her locks to the other side. "Oh, I'm not hun," she responded as she kept rubbing me harder and harder through my boxers. She felt my dick grow even firmer in the palm of her hand as she tightly squeezed her fingers around it. "I wouldn't think of it." I closed my eyes tightly because I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I couldn't believe Riss and I were playing in front of her cousin. When I opened them again, the room was pitch black and I was lying on my back. I felt a hand on my cock, stroking my shaft up and down. In a panic, my thoughts immediately drifted to Valerie, having been in a similar situation with her. I fucking told ya. Read part one. If you didn't, then I hope you're lost because I'm not going to explain it. As quickly as that happened, my thoughts switched back to Larisa rubbing me through my boxers as Val watched us. I shook my head from side to side, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. "Uhnn. Wha?" I mumbled as Larisa jerked me off under the covers. "Mmmm baby. Just relax," she replied as she started kissing my neck, still manipulating my man pole. It was all a dream. I couldn't fucking believe it. 'It was all just a dream,' I thought to myself, recalling what happened in it. I was dreaming of what transpired at Larisa and Valerie's family reunion that I attended a while back. Holy crap. That was some hot shit right there! And this is some hot shit right here! I was immediately wide-awake as my brain kicked into overdrive, trying to process what was real and what wasn't. I felt Larisa's lips on my neck, gently sucking on it, pulling my skin away from my body with the vacuum created by her mouth. As the minutes passed, I became more and more relaxed. "Oohh. Riss. That feels so good." I closed my eyes and pulled her closer as she molested me. "Don't... don't stop." "I won't baby. Just relax. I want you to enjoy this." The feeling of her hand on me was just what I needed to relieve the new sexual energy in my nuts, caused by the erotic dream. Small moans escaped my lips as she performed her girlfriend duties. "I can't help it love. I need you so bad," she said as she softly moaned into my ear. "Uhnnn. Uhhh. Maatt, I need your cum. I need you." "Aaah. Fuck yeaaah." I buried my head in Larisa's shoulder and moaned as she half lied on top of me. I sucked on her collarbone as my cock throbbed in her small warm hand. I brought my left arm up to her back, rubbing her hot body as she took care of my needs. The other one lied at my side, as I was still tired and part of me still asleep. "Have you saved it up for me lover? Have you saved me all your cum?" she asked as she made a fist around my prick, squeezing it in her hand as she squeezed up to the plump head. Larisa and I promised we wouldn't masturbate for two weeks, building up our sexual desires for each other. Of course I cheated. Well... sort of. I ran a batch to the point where I was on the verge of busting, but then stopped myself. You get used to the blue balls. I probably had enough man juice to fill a 7 11 big gulp cup. Man did they hurt from time to time though. I won't lie. And as long as I don't come, it counts. Right? Still good! Still good! "Yeaah Riss. I'm filled to the brim." "THAT'S FUCKIN DISGUSTING!" ala Stiffler from American Pie 2, being that this is also a sequel. That's a jizz free fichus. "Good boy," she whispered in my ear. I LOVED to hear that phrase. It turned me on so much. "I want you to come inside me. Fill me," she whispered as she licked my earlobe. Larisa gently pulled my cock out through the hole in the front of my boxers. "Ahh shit. Unnn. That feels... so good." I missed this so much. "Do you want to fuck me?" she quietly asked me as her thumb grazed over my pee hole, massaging the head of my cock, spreading my precum around. I pulled Larisa on top of me and grinded against her yearning cunt through her panties. Her breasts hung down over my chest as her legs took their rightful place at my sides. "Mmhmm." I tried to keep it as quiet as possible so we didn't wake anyone up. Half of my room was directly above my sister's room and the other half above my parents' room. Larisa put her hand under the blanket and pulled her panties over to the side. I took hold of my cock and rubbed the tip against her slit, feeling her wetness. She was really horny. "Please... don't tease me lover. Put it in me," she pleaded with me as she desperately wanted to feel me inside her body. I slowly pushed my hips up, sliding my tool inside her love hole little by little. I heard her coo as my head entered her. "Uhhhh yeah. That's what I've missed," she groaned as more of me slipped inside her, inch by inch, as her eyes closed and mouth formed a smile. My cock was completely engulfed by Larisa's tight pussy, our waists now touching. I pulled the covers over her back to her shoulders and held her close to me in our little cocoon of love, letting my dick rest inside her. I knew she got off feeling my prick throb as it lied still inside her. She shoved her head between my shoulder and neck, holding me close to her. "You like that Rissy? Is this what you missed?" "Oooh fuck," she whispered into my neck. "I love your cock." I slowly began to thrust my hips against her, moving my manhood in and out of her pussy. "Wait, wait. The camera..." I remembered. "Don't worry baby. It's already on." F'in hot. Lucky for us, Larisa had set up the camera before she began seducing me and woke me up from my slumber. I looked over at my TV stand and saw the blinking red light of the video camera as I ran my hands over her back, rubbing her silky skin, pulling her against me as we quietly fucked in my parents' house. "Do you... like fucking me through my... panties? Does it turn you on?" she quietly teased and groaned. "Mmm. Yeah baby. I love fucking you through your little, white, cotton panties. You're such a dirty girl." Larisa's breathing sped up and her face began to turn a light rosy shade of red... from what I could tell in the pitch black, dark room. "Uhnn. Fuck me like a dirty girl. I'm your dirty girl," she said... dirtily. I slid my hands down her back and over her ass, squeezing it hard, pushing her against me even harder. "Get on top. Fuck me hard lover." I grabbed her small body and quickly rolled over, remaining inside her and under the covers. Larisa dug her nails into my head as she wrapped her legs around my lower body. She held onto me for dear life as I slid my cock in and out of her pussy, faster and faster. "Uhh. Uh... Uh... Ohhh." Soon we were grinding our bodies together hard as we approached climax. Because of our mutual sexual frustrations, we were both close to coming almost instantly. "Larisa, hold me tighter," I said into her ear as I lied on top of her, hardly supporting my own body weight. She gripped her legs around me like she was riding a horse that went insane. Yeah. Ride that shit. Ride that shit with the skills. I pounded her pussy as hard as I possibly could, not really focusing on making too much noise. Larisa bit down onto my shoulder to muffle her screams of ecstasy, pushing her teeth into my skin like a vampire. I slid my arms underneath her hot body as I smothered her under the covers. We started to sweat from one another's body heat trapped under the heavy blanket. "Riss I'm gonna fuck... I'm gonna fucking come." "Fillll meeee," she mumbled. "Fill my pretty... little... pussy." She slid one hand inside my boxers, gripping my ass, pushing me deeper inside her. "Ohh yeah. Uhnnn. Mmmmm." My thick prick slid deep into Larisa's hairless little pussy, drenched in her juices. I slammed my cock in and out of her, pushing it against the back of her cunt. "Ohhh fuck. Riss... be quiet." She bit down on me even harder. "Bite me hard. Hurt me," I whispered to her. I felt her clamp down on me like a crocodile. She dug her nails into my back and ass as I pounded her like a jackhammer, hearing the squeaking of the mattress. "Uhh! Aah! Aaahh!" she yelped as I fucked her pussy like I was never going to fuck anyone... or anything... ever again. "Be a good boy... and... come in me. You... fucking... good boy." I felt her totally soaked panties rub against my waist as I was on the verge of busting the hugest nut of my life. Her long light brown hair dangled over my face, resting on it, tickling my nose and lips. "Ohh. Riss. Riss. I'm gonna come. Tighter. Hold... tighter." I wanted to feel her squeeze my body like a clamp and suffocate me as I filled her hole. I wanted her to hurt me and smother me with her body. I wasn't even sliding my dick in and out of her anymore. Instead, we grinded against each other, holding the other's body so close that it was difficult for me to push and pull my cock in and out of her. The sheets were becoming wrinkled and pulled off the corners of the mattress, not to mention, coated in a little bit of perspiration. Apparently our deodorants weren't body heat activated, even though they claimed to be. But that's a horse of another color. "Commmme Maaaatt," she begged me, panting and whimpering as I poked at her dripping cunt. "Uhnnn. Uhh. Now... Now," I grunted as I exploded inside of her, showing her my O face. :O OOOHH! OOOH! OHHH! Two weeks of my stockpiled seed erupted from my cock head and filled her pussy. Thick stream after thick stream of my thick hot cum poured inside Larisa as I bucked my hips. An insane amount of my jizz filled her up, some dripping back out. "Uhnnn! Uhhnn!!" she yelled. I held my hand over her mouth, forcefully silencing her as she came from feeling my ooze shoot inside her. Imagine... Ghostbusters 2 with the slime shooting backpack. "Hmmm. Hmmmmm," she screamed into my hand. Her body spasmed underneath my weight as she violently came, finally releasing her pent up sexual frustration. I was unconsciously cutting off her breathing, making her lightheaded, helping her produce a much more euphoric orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she exploded and shuddered underneath me. Her legs squeezed tighter against me and then loosened as I lied on top of her, shaking as my orgasm slowly subsided. The last bit of my semen dripped out of my cock head and into her cunt. I lied on top of Larisa for a minute, her mouth still covered by my hand. When I saw she was done, I pulled it off and let her breathe. She let out a large gasp for air as her chest shot up off the bed. She huffed for a few seconds catching her breath. "I'm sorry baby. I got carried away," I said, apologizing for me dominating love tactics. "It's okay..." she said as she breathed heavy. "Whoo. I feel dizzy. ...Good dizzy." She closed her eyes as her breathing started to steady. As I rolled off her and pulled my semi-rigid rod out of her tight pussy, she squeezed her cunt muscles like she was pushing out a baby. Larisa took two fingers and scooped up some of my cum that dripped out of her vagina, bringing it to her lips, consuming my seed. "Mmm. We taste so good together." We both lied there, still covered by my comfortable ass blanket with the flowers on it. Example number two as to why part one is important. "Ooooh lover. Aaaahhhhhh," she quietly panted as she calmed down. "Oh God. There's so much of your fucking cum inside me. I still feel it in my pussy... everywhere inside it." Good Boy: Still Good "Oh Larisa," I said as I leaned over towards her, resting my head on her chest, just above her tits. "That's such a relief," I whispered. She ran her hands through my hair as she cradled me in her arms, like a loving mother would a child. And no, the mother and child didn't just have sex. It's just an expression. ...Unless it's a step mom. That's pretty hot. "I love it when you make love to me. It's the best thing I've ever known." She pulled me up her body, her face now even with mine. She was still slightly breathing shallowly, her mouth open and face reddened. She pressed her lips onto mine and we kissed. Her tongue parted my lips as she ran her hands over my head. I dragged my phalanges over her butt, sliding them under her panties, pushing them down her legs. That's fifth grade science talk for fingers. THANK YOU LONG TERM MEMORY. She kicked them off and pushed them away from her feet, not wanting to touch the garment soaked with her sexual juices. "Go back to sleep lover," she said as she held me once more, stroking my face with her hand. I felt her hot body against my sweaty skin, and it felt incredible. I surrounded her person with my arms, bringing her closer to me as I closed my eyes. "I love you so much," I whispered as we kept out embrace intact. "...I know love." ---------------------------------- Larisa cupped my chin in her hand and pulled my face back to hers. "Mmm," she moaned as she looked at me. "Do you like Val watching us love?" She was still rubbing my cock and holding my chin in place so I'd only focus on her as she waited for a reply. How the hell do I answer this? Is it a yeah, or more like a Stone Cold Steve Austin OH HELL YEAAAAH! 'OH HELL YEAH!' was my response in my head. What came out was, "Yeah baby." The look she was giving me was so sexy. Her eyes were piercing as she gave me a little timid 'Daddy don't be mad at me' type look. "I love it when she's watching." She kept her face close to mine as she awkwardly stroked me, pulling at my penis through gap in between our bodies. I couldn't stop staring into her eyes. "Oh is that so?" Larisa pulled me towards her with her legs once again as she started kissing my neck, gently pressing her soft, gloss-covered lips against every uncovered area of that part of my body. Val stood against the door, the hand rubbing her breast now joined by her other hand on her pussy. Larisa watched as she spread her legs open a little and tugged her skirt up, allowing her access to her sweet box, hidden underneath the black covering. Her eyes were locked on the two of us as we corrupted her cheap and flimsy desk. Talk about clearance items at Staples: The Office Superstore... The worker saw her coming. Val's fingers rubbed up and down the length of her slit, over her panties, as a small involuntary moan shot out from her mouth. Larisa locked eyes with Val, watching her cousin get off to us as she continued kissing my neck. Larisa enjoyed watching the watcher, getting more turned on by the minute. She also got off by the fact that I couldn't see the other girl. I desperately tried to catch a reflection of her in picture frames and mirrors as Larisa extended the arm not juggling my testicles and motioned for Val to come towards us. Before I knew it, Val was standing right behind me. She leaned forward, resting against my back, wrapping her arms around my stomach as she softly kissed the other side of my neck. "What the!?" I said as the other girl startled me. Multiple, inbound bogies! In the next second, I was at ease, enjoying the 360 degrees of pleasure I was on the receiving end of. I felt Valerie's breasts squash against my back as her tongue slowly licked my neck... as her hands ran over my stomach, feeling the results of the ab roller I bought a few months before. "Oh man. Fuck," I whispered. If Larisa had no qualms about a little incest, then I didn't give a fuck. After all, it is the "sweetest taboo." To be honest, I had fantasized about this before. That and what it would be like to have a sexy stepsister. Please, if Larisa was my stepsister, and she showed any sign of sexual interest, I'd be all over her like an AZN on a calculus problem. I took one hand out of Larisa's skirt and put it behind my back, looking for Val's ass. I soon found it and palmed her right cheek, squeezing it as she started flicking her tongue across my earlobe, playfully sucking on it every few seconds. "Mmm," she moaned. "I told you I'd have you," she whispered almost inaudibly into my ear. I was shocked Larisa didn't hear, but she was in her own world... seven inches away... on the other side of my head. I felt Val's teeth on my earlobe, gently biting on it. Larisa continued to tug at my cock as Val's hand worked my stomach, just a few inches away from her cousin's. I took my right hand off Valerie's ass and brought it to her hand, pushing it down towards my pole. "Aah. Mmmm," she continued to coo in my ear, as Larisa moaned in the same fashion. Larisa switched the target of her kisses, moving to my lips, letting the other girl work on my neck. As Valerie's fingers ventured down towards the mountain in my pants, Larisa tightened her grip around my cock, then pushed the invading digits back away. Worth a shot, right? After a few minutes of this dual lip assault on me, Larisa pulled away from my neck and touched Val in an effort to follow her lead. "Go sit in the bed Matthew," she commanded me. I stepped back a few feet and hopped onto the edge, my pants unzipped and my shirt untucked in the front. Larisa was still sitting on the desk and reached for her cousin's hands. She took hold of them and pulled the brunette back into her, so they were both facing me. She wrapped her arms around Val's midsection and legs around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder. "What do you think Valerie..." Larisa trailed off as she rubbed her cousin's midriff. "Hmmm?" she cooed back in response, staring at me lustfully. She needed food for her sexual appetite. "What should we do with him?" Larisa sneakily began rubbing Val right above the top of her skirt, her hand slipping under her red shirt. My hand instinctively traveled to my crotch and began working myself. "No, no. None of that," Larisa teased. "No touching until we say so." Damn. I needed to come badly. And it's not like we had all day here. "Mmmm Valerie. You smell so good." With that comment, Larisa brushed the brown hair away from her mouth and began sucking on her relative's neck. Val complied with this new stimulation and angled her head sideways, at the same time grabbing Larisa's hand and bringing it to her pussy. She rubbed her swollen lips through the thin material of her skirt. "Mmmm Riss. Aahh." Val turned her head sideways and Larisa pressed her lips onto the fresh set before her. The two made out slowly in front of me, gently caressing the other's face and manipulating their sex organs. This was so f'ing hot. Nothing like a little girl on girl action in front of me. I had never really witnessed full on lesbian sex, just drunken girls kissing for a second or two on a dare. I could make out Val's tongue probing into her cousin's mouth, gently rubbing against hers during their open-mouthed kiss. I tried to restrain myself. I desperately yearned to fondle myself. It seemed like such a wasted opportunity if I didn't run a batch, or at least do some diddling. In an effort to stop myself, I placed my hands on the bed a foot or so behind me and leaned back. Can't beat off if my hands are being used elsewhere, can I? "Mmmm," moaned the actress as she pulled away. "I don't know why we don't do this more often." "I know Riss. It's been so long... What should we do with him?" she asked Larisa. 'How many lesbian experiences has she been hiding from me!? This is getting ridiculous. Michelle. Val,' I thought. "Hmmmm," she replied as she cupped Val's tits through her shirt. Her nipples poked through the thin crimson material of her top. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Pokies!! "When's the last time you sucked a cock hunny?" "I can't remember Riss. Over a month." Her face lit up as she realized what Larisa was hinting at. Val LOVED my cock. She craved it and Larisa had been nice enough to let her jerk me off. Would she let her suck me off now? "Can I??" she asked giddily, now filled with vigor and excitement. "Face me," she said sternly. I loved it when Larisa took charge. Val complied and turned to face her. Larisa reached down and caressed the side of her face with her manicured hands. "Do you love me Val?" she asked softly. "Yes Larisa." "Tell me," she said as she pushed her hand further back, now weaving her fingers through Val's dark curly hair, smiling warmly. "I love you Rissy." Val moved her eyes down to see Larisa's other hand rubbing her slit underneath her skirt. "Mmmm," she moaned from the actress's touch. "Do you want to suck my lover's cock?" "Mmmm hmmmmm." Her eyes were closed as she felt waves of sexual heat coarse through her body. She loved having her pussy rubbed by anyone. Being it was her cousin, she was more sexually turned on. The very sweetest taboo. "Ask me for permission," she said playfully as she played with the girl's hair. "May I please suck Matt's cock?" Larisa took a handful of the silky, soft brown hair and pulled it back, yanking Val's head backwards. Her mouth shot up towards Larisa's and the domineering girl pulled the submissive's body closer to her own. "Oh you can do better than that. Ask me like the little slut we all know you are." "May I please suck his cock? I need to suck it so bad." Larisa got right up against the girl's face. She looked down at Val and pulled her hair back harder. "Whose cock??" she asked forcefully. Larisa shoved a finger into the girl's pussy, pushing through the stretchy material of her thong, forcing the thin material inside her. Val closed her eyes for a moment and couldn't help but smile. She was really loving being controlled and talked down to. "Riss, may I please have permission to suck your lover's big thick cock? I need to suck a cock like your lover's soooo badly. I need to have him fuck my face and come down my throat," she pleaded. If I had a nickel for every time someone said that about me... Never mind, I can't even think of a funny joke. Larisa smiled wickedly. "Mmmm. You're such a little fucking slut Val. You know that?" "Yes Riss," Val moaned as Larisa pushed her digit deeper into her cousin's saturated cunt. The permeable material of Val's panties wrapped around Larisa's pointer finger. Her juices began to flow from the rough foreplay, covering Larisa's finger in a sweet, sticky wetness. Val tried to contain the smile on her face as best she could. She was loving every second of this. "Mmmmm. You may suck my lover." "Thank you Larisa," she replied. Larisa still gripped the brunette's hair and pulled her face close to her own. She stuck out her tongue and looked into Val's eyes. Val took the initiative and leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the tongue in front of her. She sucked it deep into her mouth as Larisa fingered the girl's sweet wet pussy. Larisa finally let go of her hair and broke the kiss. "Now... Go choke on his big thick fucking cock." Yeah. How are you. ---------------------------------- I woke up the next morning to Larisa's naked body pressed against my hard on. I immediately realized that it was just a dream... again. It was very rare that I returned to the same dream after waking up for a bit. This must be my lucky day. I tried to go back to sleep as I recalled the dream, unknowingly rubbing my dick under the covers. In the middle of dwelling on it, I opened my eyes again and saw Larisa, sound asleep. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed through her mouth. My mind switched gears and I went over in my head how good our sex the night before had been. It felt so amazing to be able to finally release my sexual fluids. 'Man. It'll be a long time before I stop beating off for over a week again. That was torture,' I thought to myself. I slowly lifted the covered as I got out of bed, trying not to wake up the love of my life. I also sneaked a peek at her naked body. It was okay because she was my girlfriend. Her breasts were so perfect, her beautiful globes, her tiny pink nipples, her tight stomach, her long toned legs, her hairless pussy, even her sexy feet. I made a bold move and ran two of my fingers over her slit. She remained still as I dragged them up and down the length of her lips, feeling her begin to get wet, ever so slightly. Finally, she groaned and rolled over onto her back. I jumped back in fear of her realizing I was molesting her as she slept. No but seriously, again, it's okay because she was my girlfriend. It was early and I thought she needed the rest. The clock on my desk said 10 A.M. I wanted to go back to sleep but I figured I should get up and go to my old job early if I had any chance of reclaiming my position of employment. Position of employment. HA. I got paid to sit on my ass and listen to Ron and Fez. Sometimes, if I was lucky a customer could come in and break the hour of silence. That, and I didn't want to hear shit from my parents about procrastinating. I spread my blanket on top of Larisa, keeping her warm. Then, I showered and got dressed and headed back to the store where I had worked the past two summers. It was a bakery and cookie thrift store, part of a large commercial corporation. Lets be clever and call it P Farm. I'm sure you're sitting there pondering this conundrum, this clever riddle. I don't know if I used it right but it sounds good. It was hard for a college kid to come back home and find a summer job. Places wanted fulltime help throughout out the year, not just the summer. That, and they had kids working there throughout the school year, so they didn't needed any new help. Luckily, I had gotten the job there one year, and then the next year when a new manager took over, she hired me again because I had experience. Hopefully, she'd hire me again for the same reason. No body likes to train people... unless they're running a train on people. For that, I prefer to be the caboose, sticking it in her as opposed to getting my D sipped. But that's just me. You do what you wanna do. When I arrived at the store, I found that Cheryl was working. She's she Nazi-like district manager that enforced the dress code we all loved so much. I remembered the good old days at work, wearing my shitty thin parachute material shorts and my Stone Cold Steve Austin shirt, talking about how hot Larisa was with the other kid Jeff. Good times. She ran a tight ship and her pants were even tighter. "Hey Matt. How are you," she asked me as she checked the record books, probably looking for something to yell about. She's a real bitch. "Hi Cheryl. I'm fine and yourself?" I asked, acting cordial towards her. She often gave off the impression that she was being fake. "I'm doing great thanks. Doing some shopping?" She acted like she was straight out of those employee-training tapes with the super smile and helpfulness... Always up for a little good-natured chitchat. "Aah Haaa Haaa," in my most douche bag fake voice. "Only if I get my old position back. Haha. Is Dawn around?" I asked. Dawn was the store manager. She replaced Rae Ann, who was a hot 28-year-old redhead. Boy did I miss staring at her ass, then going into the bathroom to run a nuisance batch. Man I ran a lot of nuisance batches there. What can you do when nobody comes in the store for an hour? You feel me? Rae Ann was also a pretty cool chick. She would talk female celebrities and hot girls with me and the other male coworker, Jeff. She would read her Cosmo magazine and tell us what was bullshit in it. She was just an incredibly cool and laidback boss. Of course, she ended up getting fired for laziness. "She ran to the bank for some change and the deposit slips. I'm sure we can do something about rehiring you again," she said coyly, surprising me with her tone. Cheryl was about 28-years old and had only been with the company for about a year and a half, but climbed pretty far up the ladder in that short amount of time. She was about 5' 9", maybe 5' 10", and had shoulder length straight brown hair. She looked a lot younger than she was, dressing in cute little woman cargo or dress pants and a cute and slightly dressy top. She actually resembled my Spanish teacher freshman year of high school. I had tried to flirt with her, but nothing ever materialized. So I just punched the clown in the bathroom right after. Today she was wearing a green collared shirt and a nice pair of dark brown Old Navy type cargo pants. She definitely knew I had checked her out last summer whenever I could. She even caught me looking down her shirt as she filled out some paperwork, preparing it for me to give it my John Hancock. I'll give her my cock all right. Right in that tight workplace dominatrix puss of hers. And speaking of looking down shirts, I remember seeing so much titty that week, from cleavage. It was up to like four women a day for a week, ranging from young girls to MILFs. The little toddler who kept taking the straps off her overalls... I'm not going to count that. All Cheryl did was smile and pretend she didn't catch me. Oh. And she was married. Not that I cared. See, all women are fair game until they're married... most even after that. "...Matt. Would you lend me a hand for a second? There's something in the back I need your help moving. A new delivery came in," she asked, motioning to the back room as she quickly looked around the store. "Yeah sure," I said. I knew how much of a pain it was with the deliveries. The guys would throw the shit all over the back room, which was too fucking small to hold everything they shipped us. I figured being nice would help me get my old job back. It struck me a little weird because technically I wasn't working there right now, so if I somehow got hurt, I could sue, and she was a stickler for following the rules. Maybe she was just in a whatever, fuck it type of mood. "Just in the corner there," said Cheryl as she pointed to the crowded corner of the room, filled with a wall of boxes, forming an alley-type formation with the wall. "What do you..." I started to ask when I felt a hand reach around the front of my body, taking hold of my cock. I felt Cheryl's hand massaging my instantly semi-rigid cock through my pants, causing it to harden more with every second of her touch. "Ooh, Cheryl," I moaned. "What are you...?" I was in total shock, and my penis was shocked into a state of hardness. She continued to sexually harass me in the back room, pulling me close to her, forcefully kissing my neck. "If you definitely want your job back, you'll let this happen," she said sternly as she sucked on my ear. Her grip on my member became firmer and more forceful. She spun me around and moved her body up against mine, pushing me backwards a few steps into the wall. We were fully covered from view from the stack of boxes, preventing anyone see her grind her cunt against my aching cock. 'Man. If I didn't fuck Larisa last night, my pants would be covered in cum right now,' I thought to myself. Thank god I busted my load, because this definitely would have done it. I grabbed Cheryl's waist and quickly pulled her against my cock, thrusting myself into her crotch. "Is this what you want?" I asked her, planting a hard kiss on her lips. "No," she replied as she roughly grabbed my chin, squeezing my cheeks together, pulling my lips towards her dark lipstick covered ones. "It's what you want." ...YEEEYAAAHH!!. "I saw how you looked at me all last summer, staring at my ass, down my shirt. You didn't think I knew. Did you?" I actually did. "And then you went in the back and played with yourself right after I left. Didn't you." YEEEYAAAAHH!. She bent down and kissed me again, lustfully. Her tongue penetrated my lips and slid down my throat. I could tell she definitely wanted this as she fucked my mouth with her tongue. It made it hot because she was older than me by a few years, we could get caught at any second, and she was in a power position at my job. This is what every guy dreams of. Fucking his boss.