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Good Girls Go to Heaven

By: YourLittleAngelle



Christie finished the small container of yogurt she held, still hoping to talk Amber out of her plans for the evening.

"It will be hot, rowdy and crowded. Wouldn't you rather stay here and give ourselves a manicure? It would be so relaxing. I picked up this gorgeous little pink polish yesterday at a fabulous price and it'd—"

"No." Amber sighed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "We are going to the damned Greek festival and that's it. If I have to drag your skinny ass there by your hair, you will come along. There's a beer and booze tent, tons of foreign college guys here for the summer, and we'll all get so drunk we won't remember what we did. It will be fanfuckingtastic! I need to indulge in some Bacchanalian debauchery tonight. My loins require the sacrifice of seminal fluid, and I won't be happy until I get some cock. Now, go change, girl. Twilight approaches and we're... Well... I'm on a mission. And I won't leave you here alone."

Realizing that further resistance was futile, Christie got up from the bar that served as their dining table and reluctantly sulked off into her bedroom, irritated that her friend's never-ending quest for sex always seemed to get in the way of a potentially peaceful evening.

All the smoky bars, meat-market clubs and local events they could endure were theirs for the taking, and Amber saw no need to pass any of them up. But, to Christie's way of thinking, Amber could just as easily attend these outings alone. However, to Christie's extreme displeasure, she refused on most occasions. It took Christie's period or job schedule to sway her, and even then she campaigned for company though the chances of Christie coming along didn't exist.

This event in particular had been one she put off—she associated it with her late lover and former best friend, Jake. The wound was still not fully healed, and she found herself easing back into events she associated with him with painful slowness, unable to quite move on, although she knew she must at some point. Their favorite restaurant had been unbearable for her for nearly six months after she lost him. But, recently, she had been able to go in for coffee and a dish of fruit and not burst into tears. Amber was merely trying to expedite the process by the means she felt would bring about Christie's recovery, never mind how hard it was for Christie along the way.

Scraping hangers along the rod in her closet, Christie selected an outfit for comfort, not conquest. A simple white tank dress that didn't accentuate her curves but flared at the hips, a pair of low-heeled white strappy sandals, and a basic ponytail was the outfit of choice.

She applied a bit of mascara, lip-gloss and very lightly misted herself with an inoffensive floral perfume. Giving herself a once-over in the mirror behind her bedroom door, she nodded, satisfied, and braced herself for the onslaught of criticism from her best friend and roommate.

"No. No, honey..." Amber's pale blue eyes briefly scanned Christie's reflection in the mirror like a mother chastising an incorrigible child while she continued to apply her own war paint. Christie's nostrils were assaulted by Amber's "Come and Get It" perfume, and her eyes were drawn to the "porno lips" Amber had applied with a crimson lip pencil that was so dark it was almost black. "You don't want to go out in that! You look like Barbie without the slut factor. We can—"

"I'm comfortable, and this is the only way I'm going," said Christie, folding her arms over her diminutive bosom and leaning against the door jamb as she waited for her friend to finish her make-up. "I'm going to have some awesome Greek cuisine, maybe a little wine, and then I'm coming back here. So, if you're going to bring some poor piece of man-meat home, can you at least wait to fuck him until you two are in your room?"

"Amateur," Amber mused, tossing her hair out of her eyes as she tended to her pencil-thin brows. "You just don't get laid enough."

Perhaps this was true. After she lost Jake to that damned boating accident last summer, her interest in men in general and sex in specific had curled itself up like a blossoming flower in reverse. She was snug in a tiny green bud that never felt the warming sunlight of desire or the life-giving rain of lust. She just didn't feel ready, and knew that it would be a long time until she was. Jake had shared so many of her firsts, and she was in no hurry to forget that.

***

A troupe of gorgeous belly dancers took the outdoor stage and began to sway and thrust to some sultry Arabic Trip Hop that boomed from several high-quality outdoor speakers. The more seductive music had helped the tone of the Greek Festival change from one of family fun to a more adult affair. Wine was consumed more freely, and a younger crowd, dressed to stay cool and impress, replaced the harried families that had dominated earlier.

Christie sipped, from a plastic cup, a nondescript red wine provided by a local vineyard. She watched beautifully costumed women from varying ethnic backgrounds. The audience began to applaud a rhythm for them, and the leader of the troupe smiled appreciatively as she moved with her girls.

Amber had ditched her for a group of young Asian college guys an hour earlier, and they had been separated by the crowd. The sky was a velvet veil of ebony above the festival, and the mouth-watering aroma of spicy lamb and garlic wafted through the air, attempting to entice her already-full belly.

She was bored. She had visited the palm reader. She had visited the beaded jewelry display. She had even gone back for seconds because the food was just that delicious. But that had been two hours ago, and she was burning through her allotted amount of cash, and getting more intoxicated than she would have preferred.

She wove through the crowd, away from the stage and out towards the less densely crowded parts of the festival site. Here the noise crowd was softer, and the air had a freshness that only occurred on balmy June nights when the earth had awakened and embraced the warmth. There were play areas for children, with slides and climbing toys along with patches of grass that would be shaded by majestic trees in the hot afternoon sunlight. It was to here that she intended to retreat, to sit with her wine, to watch the merriment of those around her, and to try not to think of the summer that she and Jake had attended the same festival, kissing almost the entire time and speculating on their future together.

Her eyes were fixed heavenward, contemplating the slow, sleepy clouds that were moving in profusion across the sky. They looked heavy and promised rain with the humidity in the air. That was just as well, she figured. It would give her a reason to cut out early. Amber had given her the keys "...just in case I have other plans.". She had enough money for a cab if she had to use one, but hoped she would be able to drive herself home. 

A vaguely familiar scent tickled her nose, and she tried to place it as it grew in strength. Licking her lips, she closed her eyes and tried to think clearly through the haze of alcohol that was clouding her mind and making her body tingle. Club. Goth club. She had smelled this scent at a local microscopic Goth club when Amber and a few of her rebellious-artsy-brooding girlfriends had convinced her to go drinking back in March. It was...

Just inches from her left ear she heard the unmistakable crackle of someone dragging on a Djarum clove cigarette. She hadn't even noticed that someone had seated themselves beside her on the concrete slab bench. Not wanting to appear rude, she turned to offer the new comer some idle conversation to pass the time.

"Your friend left with a carful of guys who didn't speak English." The man next to her shrugged. A piercing in his brow caught the light from a nearby pavilion. Seeing the concern rapidly manifesting upon her pretty features, he quickly added, "Sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. But I saw you two arrive together, and I saw her leave, like an hour ago."

"Ummmm..." Christie was speechless. Her eyes were too busy taking in every inch of the individual beside her.

And individual was an appropriate word . She did not see people like him every day, especially with the company she kept. He was very pale. His complexion seemed as if it was kept away from any sunlight at all costs. He had a brow piercing and a nose piercing, and she thought she caught the glint of a tongue piercing as he spoke in a low, expressive voice. He wore a black, button-up, short-sleeve shirt, black slacks, and black boots. His arms were covered with tattoos, and he smelled of clove and something woody and sensual. Sandalwood, perhaps?

"Well at least she left the car for me. Good thing I took the keys just in case."

"Well, mademoiselle..." Her bench partner lifted the not-pierced eyebrow, gesturing toward her cup of wine with the smoking length of his cigarette. "You've been indulging, I see."

"Yes, I have," she retorted quite tersely. This man had no right to follow her around, nor be her moral conscience. "But I will sober up and be just fine. Who are you, and why have you been following me?" He extended a somewhat delicate hand with long pale fingers.

"I'm Jacob, and I'm supposed to write an article about this event for the local paper." He patted his pocket, briefly removing a Blackberry before hurriedly shoving it back with an embarrassed grin. "I got lazy about the notes, since I'm partnering with someone else, and have just been sending myself the short-short version in emails to pass the time." Christie flinched when he told her his name. He noticed and offered her a quizzical gaze from bright green eyes. "You okay? You look awfully pale."

"Yes, I'm fine. I just had a friend named Jacob. That's all."

"Boyfriend?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business."

His expression sobered a bit. "Gotcha. Tender subject. Listen, you look exhausted and bored out of your mind. I haven't had a bit to drink here. The wine isn't up to my standards." He offered a self-conscious smile, and continued. "If you want, I can drive you home. I swear you can trust me. I have some Mace in my pocket and I'll give it to you. I just don't like to see people drink and drive. Working at the paper and having to write about all the nasty accidents makes you sensitive to that sort of thing. If you think I'm trying anything funny, you can blast me in the face and run like hell."

"I have my own Mace in my purse. Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll just wait."

Jacob sighed and turned his gorgeous eyes to the raven skies above, apparently studying the clouds as she had been doing just moments earlier. She marveled at how long and dark his lashes were. And how black his hair was. It must have come from a bottle. 

Suddenly feeling a bit more bitchy than she meant to, she felt the need to amend her refusal. He seemed nice enough, and only had her safety in mind. And, if only he knew how familiar she was with drinking—and the danger and misery it had caused her just one short year ago—he would undoubtedly have extended the same offer, only more emphatically.

"It was really nice of you to offer. I just don't let some guy I've never met drive me home."

"Well then, would you care to dance until you sober up enough to drive? It would make me feel better." He was a persistent casual-conversation partner. The worst kind, but she found herself unable to shake the good manners and politeness she had been raised with, even though she longed to do so.

"If it will get you to ease up a bit, I suppose one dance won't hurt."

**

It wasn't an easy thing to admit. Christie had tried to tell herself it was simply because she was a little drunk. But she was actually having a good time with Jacob. Not only had he remained the perfect gentleman while dancing with her, but he had practically been chivalrous, throwing her wine cup away for her and buying her a refreshing citrus soda, being sure to keep his hands on her shoulders or upper arms at all times while they danced, and very aware of her naked and defenseless toes while they moved within inches of his heavy boots.

By the time the rest of the crowd was descending more into rum drinks and rowdiness, she was actually sobering a bit and realizing how much she was enjoying his company. Most of the belly-dancers had left. A few still lingered to mix and dance with the crowd. One statuesque blonde dancer was teaching a blushing older woman her moves, while two more were sipping sodas and chatting with a knot of flirty teen boys.

The music continued in the same hypnotic genre, and Christie found herself moving an inch or two closer to her companion. Jacob noticed as well, and offered her a surprised stare from almost angelic eyes. They were large and round, peering at her from behind the long, black tendrils of his unruly bangs that lent him innocence even when his expression was troubled or serious.

By the time she was sure she could drive, she found herself no longer wanting to go home alone. She would dance with this kind man, and see if perhaps he wanted to go out for a little dessert when they tired of this scene.

An accidental stumble on her part changed that plan entirely. The damned heel of one of her sandals got stuck in a pitted section of concrete, and she briefly lost her balance. She fell into the deceptively thin yet very strong arms of her dance partner. He caught her with ease. His arms were surprisingly strong around her waist as she reached for him to steady herself. But still she slammed her nose into his shoulder. She yelped in discomfort before she could help herself, and hoped she wouldn't have a nose-bleed all over his shirt.

"You okay?" Jacob inquired, trying to stifle a laugh as Christie righted herself and rubbed her nose fretfully. "My collarbone got you. Here. Let me see..." One of his hands took hers away so he could carefully examine the injury.

Without thought, he deposited a kiss on the tip of her fine little nose, losing the battle with his laughter at the comically wide stare she gave him. "Your nose looks fine."

No effort was made by either party to separate. They continued to dance, and their eyes continued to gaze into one another's oblivious to the atmosphere around them.

**

A transformation was happening in her mind as the night went on, and it came as little surprise to Christie that she found herself kissing another Jacob at the Greek Festival. After all, a name was just a name, and it had been such a long time since she had kissed anyone. The joy of warm kisses was so addictive, even to the most immune and jaded heart. It was surprising, however, that it just occurred out of the blue with no guilt or apprehension, as if it were the most natural act she could commit. It hadn't occurred to her that it would happen, even while he held her in his arms, with his hands still remaining properly on her upper back.

Moments after the stumble, they had began to talk about leaving. She had planned on inviting him out for dessert, but had instead handed him her keys as they stood together in the crowd. Then, possessed by a flicker of long-neglected desire and spontaneity she couldn't blame on the wine, she offered him her lips.

Unable to know why she had done what she did, she merely allowed herself to embrace him. To reach up and gingerly trace the stubble on his jaw as his tongue mingled with hers. The feeling of his piercing against her tongue making her shiver.

His hands had grown braver, venturing up and down her back with the slowness and precision of someone struggling to remain chaste before daring to plunge down and briefly cup her bottom.

"You know," Jacob breathed when at last he broke the kiss to cradle her face in his hands. "I can look at people and read a lot in their eyes. You wanna know what yours say?"

"Sure. What?"

"They say that you've been alone for a long time. That you are confused about what you want in most areas. But there is one area of your life you are very certain about right now." Christie lifted a brow with cynical amusement.

"Really? What's that?"

"I'll tell you in the car."

"How did you get down here? What about your car?"

"I live downtown. It was a nice walk."

"Well, then—let's go. I can't wait to hear the revelation you have to share with me."

They left the festival behind, and walked the two blocks to the compact car she drove. Jacob, true to his word, handed her a small black cylinder containing pepper spray. He opened her door for her, closed it once she was comfortably seated, and then walked around to the drivers' side to climb in and start the engine.

Christie felt a bit tense being alone with her handsome dance partner. Reaching forward to switch off the thudding electronic music—compliments of a mix CD of Amber's—she offered him a cautious glance from her seat. He nodded, easing the car out onto the street.

"Where do you live?"

"Orchard Place apartments." She hesitated only briefly, slightly stunned by her own cooperative participation in this adventure.

"Right."

The car glided along the city streets, which gleamed with the first few light drops of rain. Jacob let one hand leave the steering wheel to reach for hers. She extended it and felt a meadow of butterflies take wing in her belly as his cool fingers closed firmly around hers.

"So, anyway, here's my observation about you, Christie. You're a good girl. Student with a part-time job. The ideal daughter. You probably even had a steady boyfriend. Whatever. But what I see most? You're tired of being a good girl. You want to get to your apartment. You want me to come in. You want to go to your room. And you want me to give you a good fucking until dawn."

If it had come from someone else, Christie would have dismissed it. But, as Jacob spoke, his fingers didn't caress her hand in a suggestive manner. He didn't offer her tomcat glances from the corner of his eye or lick his lips. He stated it as the simple truth. And, as she listened to him speak, she was aware that he was right. Just hearing the word "fuck" from his mouth made her nipples tingle. And the very thought of doing it made her vagina contract.

"That's an interesting observation," Christie said without much inflection. Her gray eyes were distant as she watched the tiny diamond drops of rain fall against the windshield. "I suppose we'll have to see what happens back at my apartment, won't we?"

"Yes, mademoiselle. We will indeed."

**

When Christie and Jacob entered the apartment, Amber was apparently not home yet. The light beneath the kitchen cabinets was on. But, save for that, the place was dark and still. Christie tried to return the can of Mace to her chauffer, but he shrugged it off. She put it aside with an embarrassed smile.

"Well," she sighed, pausing awkwardly near the door. Jacob followed her in, closed the door behind her, and then dropped to his knees. "What are you doing?"

Without a word, he began to unbuckle her shoes. Lifting one shapely calf in his arm he removed her right sandal. His eyes did not leave her feet as his fingertips gently caressed the warm silk of her bare leg. Then he did the same with her left sandal. Rising to his feet, he stepped out of his boots to reveal black socks. Leaving them beside her shoes, he offered her a caddish wink. 

"What will your room-mate say when she sees my boots beside your shoes?" He gasped foppishly then mimed a shocked expression. Without waiting for her, he brazenly strode down the hall rtowards the bedrooms.

"Let's see..." he peered into Amber's room. Crimson sheets. Ebony velour blanket. Erotic posters on the walls. The faint hint of heady perfume. He shook his head emphatically, turning to the door across the hall. "Ah. Here we are. Come on, Christie. No need to be embarrassed about this adorable room of yours. And don't worry. You can accomplish a lot in a twin bed. Trust me."


Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 02



This story is dedicated to Peter with many thanks.

*

Christie stirred in a tangle of candy pink sheets, one dainty foot stretching toward the edge of the bed. When her toes struck something solid and warm, her subconscious gradually relinquished control, as she started awake.

Struggling to a sitting position, she stared down at the pale and nude body of Jacob through the flicker and strobe of bluish lightning from the rumbling storm.

Like being enveloped by a warm voluptuous mist, her thoughts and flesh recalled the pleasures of the evening. Of steamy and demanding kisses, intense urging by her lover with each act to which she submitted, and of orgasms so all-encompassing she thought she'd cry from pleasure.

He slept on his side with his back toward her, his hair beautifully tousled. With great care, she leaned a bit closer to inhale the clean soapy scent of his skin, the movement inciting a sore throb between her legs.

The clock on her dresser indicated it was four thirty in the morning as the lulling rain beat against the glass in a gentle rhythm. Christie crawled to the end of the bed, swinging one long leg over the footboard, then carefully climbing out, pausing to listen to Jacob's slow even breaths.

Gliding silently to the closet, she reached in to retrieve her ivory terry robe, slipping it on then creeping out into the hall, soundlessly closing the door behind her as she went.

A loud volley of thunder vibrated the walls, followed by a silvery flash of lightning that lit up the living room and part of the hall. Tiptoeing into the bathroom, Christie steeled herself for the brightness of the vanity bulbs above the sink as she placed a fingertip on the light switch. 

With a casual lift of her index finger, the blonde narrowed her eyes to brace for the brightness as she stood by the countertop. Before she did, a muffled moans from Amber's room caught her ear. Christie paused, sucking in a tremulous breath, the blissful sound penetrating her sleepy mind and fanning the smoldering coals of lust Jacob had ignited a mere few hours ago.

With an embarrassed and self-conscious shrug, she crept surreptitiously closer to her roommate's closed bedroom door. A brief bit of memory came back to her; Jacob informing her that Amber had left with a few men who didn't speak English. A few? I'm already sore and was only with one man, Christie mused to herself as she stood a mere couple feet away from Amber's room.

It certainly wouldn't be Christie's first time catching Amber inflagrante delicto. Though she hated to admit it, Amber couldn't be more her polar opposite and had an enviable way with men. Amber reveled in her boldness and forward nature, wearing them like a skintight red dress. With the right smile or toss of her glossy hair, she had won many a man, even some who had, until meeting the simmering sexpot, sworn their allegiance to another woman.

Chilly air enveloped Christie, stiffening her nipples under the soft fabric. With a naughty shiver, she slipped her hands beneath the garment to palm her breasts, the warm caress against her nipples only arousing her more.

If Amber felt as good as Christie did right now, she could begin to understand why her room mate dedicated herself to getting sex at least five times a week; the euphoria that settled in after a good fuck certainly had addictive potential. Not that her dear and sweet Jake had ever been a slouch in bed... But Jacob with his cool clear gaze and talented fingers had reduced her to a wanton and wet tigress in a matter of minutes.

Another breathy moan brought Christie back to the present, and the naughty little nymph Jacob had loosed took over. Two small steps closer and Christie heard the telltale creaking of bedsprings. One more determined stride and Christie turned to rest her ear against the doorjamb, hearing the distinct slapping of flesh against flesh accompanied by a soft murmur by one of Amber's guests.

Christie felt warmth suffusing her cheeks and ears. But more than that, as the tempo picked up behind the door, she felt a familiar clenching and throbbing between her legs.

"What's gotten into you?" Christie chastised herself in a whisper, tightly pressing her thighs together and knowing it was more a question of who'd gotten into her, awakening the dormant creature of lust hidden far back in her heart.

One of Amber's boy toys moaned aloud, and before she fully realized what she was doing, Christie let two petal soft fingertips slipped between the gap of her robe, gently stroking the trimmed golden curls of her mound. With a sigh, she leaned further back against the door frame, splaying her legs a bit to give her fingers easier access, her other hand still gently pinching her erect nipples in turn.

A sheet of rain pelted the living room window as Christie delicately dipped her fingers into her hot folds, using the slippery nectar to rub tight circles around her clitoris. Breathing in shallow puffs, she closed her eyes as the action behind Amber's door picked up.

Amber moaned more freely now, and was accompanied by at least two men, though Christie wasn't certain precisely what they could be doing nor the configurations that would be required. Lashes fluttering, she closed her eyes, lost in trying to ponder the tawdry scenario and reliving the delicious phantom feel of Jacob's cock deep inside where she craved him the most.

A subcutaneous fire raged over Christie's entire body, and soon she was oblivious to the chill in the air. Pausing long enough to shrug out of her robe, she returned her hands to their work, her breath escaping in short little pants. Just the light contact of her fingertip against her engorged nether lips made her wince, and when she began to apply a little more pressure to her tiny bud of pleasure, she had to bite back a groan. Amber's moans became strangely muffled, and in Christie's feverish mind, the reason for that particular change was abundantly clear.

"Oh my God..." She breathed, her smooth back and shapely bottom bearing her weight, as she grew closer to reaching a frenzied and sticky climax. Pulse roaring in her ears and lips slightly parted in sheer ecstasy, she vicariously felt each thrust and could almost taste the smooth and rich taste of a painfully erect cock.

"Do you know how fucking hot you look right now?" The whisper was a mere few inches from Christie's left ear. Christie flinched, sinking her teeth into her lower lip to stifle a squeak of surprise. Her eyes flew open to see Jacob, dramatically painted in shadows, standing right beside her and just as gloriously nude. He was also very erect, the pale length of his cock visible in the low light. She hadn't even heard him open the bedroom door.

Christie opened her mouth to speak, but Jacob only stepped closer, slipping his sinewy arms about her waist, tilting his lips down toward hers as he crushed her wrist between them. With a fruitless effort to remove her hand, she winced as Jacob nibbled her lower lip. "How quiet do you think we can be, angel?" He murmured, nuzzling her throat as he fell to his knees. Sure hands gripped her wrists to pull her along, and then cupped her head as she fell onto her back beneath his lithe body. 

Toppling her back on the floor, his body crushed hers against the carpet. One of his hands closed around hers, patting her curled fingers, wordlessly indicating that he wanted her to keep stroking her clit. Opening her eyes, she gazed up at his face, his own bright eyes watching the dueling emotions of anxiety and euphoria playing across her delicate features.

"We can't..." Christie's frantic whisper only inflamed Jacob's desires, and he let go of her hand and reached down to press his cock against the damp heat of her pussy.

"Yes. We can." The self-assuredness and certainty in his voice made her shiver.

Christie gasped, nipping his tongue as he returned to kissing her trembling lips. He could feel the slight brush of her knuckles against his pelvis, and her breaths grew shorter and shallower as she began to writhe beneath him. Jacob hungrily plunged his tongue deep into Christie's mouth, only allowing the tip of his cock to press against her dewy canal as their own breathing grew more frantic in tandem with the moans coming from Amber's room.

"Please Jacob." Her words were an urgent plea against his ear as her legs lifted to wrap around his compact ass. "Please put it inside me. I'm so close."

"Not yet, sugar. Keep going." 

Feeling as if she might combust from the fiery need racing through her veins, Christie let out a choked whimper as her fingertips moved more rapidly, the subtle sound barely audible over Amber's impassioned exclamations. Jacob teased her hungry sex by allowing he to slip in an inch or two, and then withdraw to rub lightly over her juicy slit. The cool clench of her free hand against his left shoulder was all the indication he needed as breathy moans tried to escape her closed lips.

"That's it." Jacob's arms went around her in a tight embrace as she tensed, his cock plunging into her slippery pussy to slam hard against her womb. 

Totally entwined and lost in each other's passion, they fucked with a ferocity which rivaled their earlier encounters. The necessity to remain quiet was a potent aphrodisiac; Christie's nails digging into his shoulders as she pulled her honeyed fingers away from her throbbing pussy.

She exhaled a trembling sigh, her breath shaky with the force of Jacob's thrusts, his lips pressed to her throat. The churning embrace of her muscles soon became too much to resist, and after a couple painfully hard thrusts which made her gasp, he exploded inside her, their lips meeting in an urgent kiss. The air around them cooled the perspiration on their skin, and in silence, Jacob got to his feet and pulled Christie to standing by her hands, taking her back into the bedroom and quietly closing the door behind them.

**

"I was going to round up your Prince Charming to kiss you awake in a couple minutes!" Amber giggled as Christie stumbled out of her bedroom in tight black Capri pants and a pink halter-top. "Whoa. Can you walk?" 

The blonde offered a sleepy smile, went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, and then snagged an apple out of the fruit bowl to nibble as she flopped back on the sofa.

"In all honesty," Christie began, taking a dainty bite of the fruit. "I'm not exactly fit to run a marathon today."

Amber exploded with laughter, her hands covering her face as she fell against the arm of the love seat.

"He said he'd be back after he got some work done today. I guess he was supposed to write up a piece about the Greek festival last night... But oddly enough he never got around to it." She winked at her friend, then the irrepressible smile returned to her kissable lips. "He's fucking gorgeous, girl! If you hadn't gotten it on with him, I would have slapped you!"

Christie chewed contemplatively as her mind went back to the wee hours of morning. Of Jacob fucking her mercilessly on her hands and knees as he stood beside the bed, of long tender kisses at each of the deserted intersections on the way to his apartment, and lastly of his vibrant green gaze as he'd captured her in one more tight squeeze beside the car in the parking lot as he nibbled her throat, his unkempt black hair tickling her jaw.

The trip back home as the eastern sky grew brighter had felt surreal. Her body was enveloped in the most delicious ache, and she desperately wanted nothing more than a long hot shower and some sleep.

"I haven't seen you smile like that in months." Amber's serious tone brought Christie back, and the brunette's own warm smile was as comforting as an embrace. "I told you it would be a good time."

"All right. You told me so. There. I've saved you the trouble of saying it." Christie blushed, taking a long sip from her water, her mind drifting while imagining the feel of Jacob's kisses.

"Well I'm going to meet Michelle and Toni for lunch and a little shopping. I'll be back around five. You have fun and do everything I'd do when he comes over."

"I don't know if I could survive doing everything you'd do." Amber shot her a playful smirk, nodding as she sprang to her feet.

"You're probably right. But give it some time. That boy has a really naughty little smile and those eyes... You're going to have fun with that man."

**

The gentle rain falling outside made Christie doubly glad to be inside. She had finished painting her toenails and sat with her feet propped on the coffee table waiting for the polish to dry. Occasionally, she glanced at the tiny drops that fell from the monochrome sky, mesmerized by their beauty as they carried a gray reflection with them before impact.

The unintended amount of sleep she'd had today left her feeling mentally refreshed though her body protested with every movement. Now as she sat in the warm golden glow of lamplight, she wrote furiously in her journal.

There was something more meditative and tangible about keeping a diary on paper. To Christie, it seemed more personal and heartfelt, and though she tried keeping one using her computer's word processor program, it just felt foreign and wrong.

Detailing yesterday's events down to her exhausted collapse into bed alone at nearly six that morning, she had to agree with Amber. How far she'd come in the space of a few hours. For the first time, she felt no urge to flip back to the beginning of the journal. No desperate desire to seek some sort of cathartic transformation by rereading the pain and horror of her unexpected loss a year ago. And in yet another first in months, her heart felt light and thoughts of what was still to come replaced those of what might have been.

Christie put the white leather bound book aside and examined the pearly pink enamel on her toenails. It complemented her tanned skin beautifully, and she thought it would look especially fetching on Amber. But then again, what didn't look fetching on-

The chirp of their apartment phone startled Christie out of her thoughts, making her nearly kick over the bottle of polish. She picked up the black cordless phone and pushed the TALK button, watching as soot colored clouds rolled in on a strengthening wind.

"Hello?" Christie said distractedly, watching a car splash through a puddle in the street, water fanning up in great plumes as it raced out of sight.

"Hi gorgeous. Do you like Indian cuisine?" Jacob's voice was a smooth purr, the tone alone igniting restless desire in her loins as she blushed to the roots of her hair.

"Yes." She replied, nervously wiggling her toes.

"Would you like to come over for dinner? I'm nearly through with this article and would love some company. I don't have a room mate so we have endless options, places, and positions to explore if you're up for it."

From a very early age, Christie's mother had warned her about making herself too accessible to boys. In her teens, she had been an unintentional cock tease, never going any further than letting a boy put his hand up her shirt for fear of earning the humiliating label of being "easy".

The obedient daughter and respectable young woman in her railed against the blossoming seductress Jacob had brought to the fore. Even when she had finally agreed to make love to Jake, her deceased love to whom she'd given her virginity, it had taken four months of foreplay, justifications to placate her conscience, a bottle and a half of wine and a lot of kissing and cuddling. 

But this new relationship had only required the seductive properties of a warm and rainy night. Combined with the skilled teasing of a mysterious lover who could enchant with a look and completely disarm with a caress, her determination to go home alone had all but vanished. Lay to waste with a stumble righted by a strong embrace.

It seemed to her as if her conscience and libido had been dueling for ages, and the fighting had transformed into licentious unity with the ultimate goal of transforming her from decent and respectable to debauched and dirty. Worst of all, she loved the shift more than she ever imagined possible. While she had felt conflicted sitting under the stars with her intriguing new lover, every touch by Jacob's hands only affirmed her desire for more.

"Sure." She acquiesced; hoping the tremor throughout her entire body didn't carry over to her voice. "What time?"

"Give me half an hour to get this finished. Do you remember how to get here?"

**

Amber returned home as blue patches of sky fought the rain, the feeble washed out sunlight behind them making a blotchy patchwork of the dissipating gray clouds. Quiet as she could, she cracked the front door expecting to return to the same performance as last night. When she was only greeted by silence, she ventured in and shut the door.

On the accent table by the phone laid a sheet of Christie's pink stationary framed with yellow roses and dragonflies. Amber picked it up, her smile broadening as she read the words penned in Christie's flowery script.

"Be back later," Amber read aloud, happiness and relief making her own heart light. "I don't think so, Christie."

**

One last look in the rear view mirror and Christie pulled her keys from the ignition. The woman looking back at her was barely recognizable. It had been months since she'd put so much work into her looks, and it felt wonderful and terrifying all at once.

Stepping out of the car in her black high heels, she straightened the hem of her black silk dress and reached back to adjust the strap around her neck. Her perfumed hair had been pinned up, leaving a couple curled tendrils by her ears, and she had even put on her favorite parfum; a more sultry and glamorous fragrance than what she wore for every day.

Rain water puddle and glistened on the concrete, the earthy smell of damp macadam and dirt a familiar and vaguely pleasant aura hanging in the humid air. Christie clutched her purse to settle her nerves as she stepped up on the sidewalk toward the entrance of Jacob's apartment.

The determined stride she'd used so far broke as she confronted the panel of labeled buttons. Cars sloshed by on the busy street behind her, and she became acutely aware of the sounds made by the rain running out of downspouts and her own thudding heart.

The paralysis broke when she thought of Jacob waiting for her in his apartment. With only a moment's hesitation, she reached up to press the button next to his apartment number.

"Come up." Smooth as velvet, his voice drove away all her trepidation as the automatic lock on the door released. With one last glance around the parking lot, Christie slipped inside, her heels echoing loudly off the tiled floor.

When she climbed the last flight of stairs, Jacob stood in the doorway to his apartment. Wearing that tranquil expression which belied the passion simmering just under the surface, he beckoned her closer with one pale hand. With a bashful smile, she traversed the distance between them, roses blooming in her cheeks.

"Hi." The mouth-watering aroma of chicken curry grew stronger as she approached, Jacob waiting for her entry before he closed the door.

"Hello again." 

The apartment was gorgeous, and when Jacob returned from the kitchen to hand her long stemmed white rose, she felt overwhelmed by the romantic gesture combined with the dreamy atmosphere. 

Heavy curtains, elegant furnishings, and candle light all combined with the subtle aroma of dinner and the dreamy musky scent of incense for a multi-sensory seduction. 

"You look beautiful." Jacob said softly, stepping closer to take the rose from her fingers, brushing her cheek with the puckered ivory bud. "Black suits you."

"Thank you. The rose is lovely." Christie was nervous and felt extremely out of her element. The surroundings combined with Jacob's gentle stroking of her cheek made her knees feel weak.




Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 02



"Come on. Let's have some dinner."

Taking her by the hand, he led her further into the living room and then to a small dining area. Fragrant red taper candles burned in a wrought iron holder and a matching cloth draped the table. Two place settings were meticulously arranged, and he led her to a chair, pulling it out for her to sit down.

"How did your article turn out?" Christie asked, feeling the need to make casual conversation in the hopes that it would distract her libido. Jacob turned down the music, the current song full of melodic guitars and entrancing vocals.

"Pretty well I'd say," She watched him enter the kitchen for a moment before returning with a bottle of wine and a couple glasses. "Did you have sweet dreams? You were out like Sleeping Beauty when I left."

"I don't remember."

"Really?" 

Jacob uncorked the wine and poured them each a glass, then brought out the curry. Their eyes met as he served her first, and he offered a knowing smile before moving away to spoon some of the spicy rice dish onto his own plate.

"You look beautiful when you're sleeping." He stated, raising his fork to take a bite. "I had to exercise great restraint when I got out of bed. It was just so tempting to bend over, kiss you, and see where things went from there. Especially if you don't remember what happened in them. We'll have to work on making sure they're so sweet they linger for days."

"Are you always such a flirt?" Christie laughed, admiring the effect of flickering candle flames on his face. "I'm a heavy sleeper. Don't sell yourself short. I had a wonderful night."

"Well then, here's to another wonderful night." Jacob raised his glass in a toast and she gently raised hers, the two meeting with a soft chime of crystal.

"To another wonderful night."

Conversation began to flow more naturally as they ate, and Christie found herself relaxing with a little help from the wine and Jacob's witty sense of humor. She was so comfortable in fact that she finished her dinner; something she rarely did in front of a date.

"How do you feel about Mayan chocolate ice cream?" Jacob asked, peering into the freezer. "I fell asleep during French pastry class in school." Christie laughed, getting to her feet to carry the dinner plates into the kitchen.

"That's one of my favorite flavors." She beamed, putting down the plates then walking behind him to slip her arms around his waist. "Amber and I-"

A brisk knock at the door startled Christie and she jumped, her breasts pressing against Jacob's back.

"Just a minute." He said, pecking her cheek and making his way to the door as another burst of knocking began. "Hello Sophie. I didn't think you'd be up before dark."

"I told you I'd bring you a ticket to my exhibition today. And low and behold, it's still today, so here I am." A sultry voice replied from the hall, and Jacob smiled with amusement as he stepped back, allowing the owner of the voice entry.

When the lady stepped into the dimly lit living room, Christie knew that she had been more than just a casual acquaintance. Sophie was Jacob's female alter ego down to the piercings and hair color. Though her hair was very long with a soft wave to it, and her body was enviably curvaceous. She had bright blue almond shaped eyes with sculpted cheekbones, a fine little nose, and darkly painted lips that looked positively luscious against her fair skin. Dressed in a red blouse with black jacket and skirt, it was clear she tried her best to conform to proper business attire as long as one could overlook the brow piercing, sparkling diamond nose stud, and several silver hoops that curved around her left earlobe. Her long hair concealed the right.

"Christie? This is my friend Sophie. She works for the art gallery downtown. Sophie? This is Christie."

Sophie's hand was pale and warm, and she gave Christie a firm enough handshake without trying to be too assertive or matter of fact. 

"A pleasure to meet you." Sophie smiled, the look softening her features a bit and making them less dramatic. "Anyone who can live through Jacob's ridiculously spicy curry is a friend of mine. We can swap survivor stories from the time I was dumb enough to try his Thai food."

"I'm really feeling the love, Sophie." Jacob laughed, returning to dishing up dessert as Sophie took Christie's hand, leading her in to sit on the lush crimson velvet sofa.

"I'm sorry to barge in on the two of you." Sophie apologized, running a hand through the lustrous black curtain of her hair, pushing the soft waves back over her shoulders. The gesture only amplified her considerable cleavage and Christie noticed she wore a lovely cameo pendant. "I had no idea Jacob would have company. He never tells me anything."

"If you'd stop talking long enough to listen, I'd tell you more." Jacob retorted with a smile, bringing in two small bowls of ice cream for the ladies, and then returning with his wine.

"Well if you'd told me you had a guest over, I would have brought more tickets. I'll just bring you another the next time I stop by."

"Thanks for the warming." Jacob smirked. 

Christie sat back against the sofa not exactly sure how to insert herself into the conversation. The familiarity between these two was fun to observe, but her thoughts were primarily on how badly she wanted him to come ravage her where she sat. Unable to help but smile, she was astounded by the depths of carnal hunger that assailed her body and mind.

"Where did you meet?"

The question was directed at Christie, who hurriedly cleared her head to answer Sophie.

"At the Greek festival down town."

"I missed it this year." Sophie sighed. "I had to stay late at the gallery. But I usually make it a point to try and attend. There's always next year."

"How did the two of you meet?" Christie asked in what she hoped would sound like a casual tone. But she already had a very good idea how the two met, thinking of Jacob's nipple ring and the explanation he gave for how it got there.

"We went to school together," Jacob replied as he sipped his wine. "I met her in my philosophy class and got to know her when she was working at a tattoo parlor. She did all of mine except my ankh."

"I had to pay for college somehow." Sophie smiled, gesturing to Jacob. "He has a body modification addiction, I think."

"They are beautiful," Christie blushed, recalling all the ink on her lover's skin as she'd helped him strip. "Do you have any of your own?"

"Oh yes. I've got a lot. Kyle, my friend at the shop, did a lot of them for free. I've got one that's my favorite. Here..." 

Sophie got to her feet and slipped off her jacket. Then, without a pause, she unbuttoned her blouse, unfastened her bra, and tossed both items on the sofa as she whirled to show Christie her back, brushing her hair aside. Extending from her right shoulder blade and curving down to her narrow waist, a slender black dragon entwined with a long stemmed red rose. The detailing was exquisite and Christie couldn't help staring at the contrast of her porcelain skin with the dark ink.

"Wow. That's gorgeous." She breathed, taking a bite of her ice cream. "It almost makes me want one." Sophie turned toward her, pointing to her navel and tugging down the hem of her skirt. The woman's firm full breasts with their pale nipples held Christie's eyes. Feeling her face grow even redder, she lowered her eyes to the small pair of cherries attached by their stems just above the band of Sophie's skirt.

"Well if you ever want one, I can hook you up. I have a friend who does great work. This was my first. I got it when I was fourteen. My boyfriend did body mods and I thought it would be cute." She laughed nervously, pulling up her skirt.

Christie got to her feet to go pick up her own glass of wine, returning to the sofa as Sophie put on her bra. Jacob sat in his wing-backed chair, watching the two women with a distant expression in his eyes, his glass nearly empty. There was an enigmatic look in Christie's gray eyes, and from the determined set of her shoulders, Jacob guessed whatever she was pondering wasn't in keeping with her innocent personality and demure disposition.

"Excuse me." Christie said, finishing her wine in a rather unladylike series of sips. "Jacob? Where's your bathroom?"

"This way." He got up, taking her hand and leading her through the dining room and down a short hall.

"Are you all right? You're blushing, princess." Christie's eyes were wide and a little distant as she offered a tenuous smile.

"It must be the curry." She declared, looking up into his eyes.

"The curry," Jacob repeated softly, gently pulling her into the darkened room. Without warning, he caught her by the shoulders, pushing her up against the wall next to the door, his mouth finding hers to indulge in her wine flavored kiss. 

Holding Christie was like holding a live wire. She writhed and wiggled against him with desperate need, her tongue parrying with his briefly before boldly challenging his tongue as she pushed hers into his mouth, her breath almost as rapid as her heartbeat. The fluid silk of her dress moved enticingly over her hot flesh, and when he cupped her ass to pull it close to his stiff cock, she moaned with avarice. Cool fingertips tangled in his hair, her nails gently raking down his back, driving a shiver throughout his body.

"I know you like me to be totally honest about what I want. Right at this very second, I want you so badly," Christie whispered urgently against his ear, her breasts pressed against his chest. The pressure against her painfully erect nipples was delicious. "I don't care if we have to hurry, Jacob. I need you so much right now." Hot kisses burned their way down her throat as Jacob squeezed her tight, inhaling her perfume and intoxicated by the softness of her skin.

"Mmm, baby doll. I'll have to make curry more often." She frantically kissed his smiling lips as she slid further along the wall until her ass bumped the countertop. 

Blindly shoving aside a couple bottles, Christie paused, lifting her skirt to shove her black bikini panties down. They tangled around one of her shoes and she hurriedly kicked them off. In the faint light, she could see the same fierce desire in Jacob's eyes as he stepped closer to stand between her splayed thighs. She wasn't sitting high enough to make fucking here a practicality, but that could wait.

Their eyes locked and her heart raced as she felt a fingertip push against her wet folds. Another joined it. The delicious pressure of two fingers easing inside her was enough to make her shiver. Still holding his gaze, Christie let out a trembling sigh as his other hand caressed her thigh for a moment before his index finger glided over her clit, her slippery secretions making the sensation more delicious.

Neither one thought about Sophie at that moment. They were so intent on looking into one another's eyes, even as they began to kiss, that she was able to approach the bathroom totally unnoticed. Standing near the linen closet, she was at just the right angle to see Jacob's back and Christie's legs extending on either side of his hips. With a knowing smile, she walked silently back to the dining room to bring the bottle of wine to the coffee table. Then, she went into the kitchen, opening the pantry to find another. Jacob was always well stocked with wine. Being his lover for a year and a half had allowed Sophie to know not only which positions and acts he preferred above all others, but mundane details like his favorite variety of wine or preference for strawberry jam over grape. With a mischievous smile, she carried another unopened bottle of wine and corkscrew back into the living room, and then sat down to finish her ice cream and wait.

Christie worked her hips as she fucked Jacob's fingers, her eyes closed. Surrendering completely to the amazing sensation of pressure against a certain part of her tight pussy, she had never known such a strange and intense form of stimulation, though his ability to make something so simple as fingering feel so damned good didn't surprise Christie in the least. It was acute and almost frightening, and when combined with the rapid strokes he gave her clit, she was all but whimpering against his chest, her arms locked tightly around his neck.

"You're so sweet, Christie..." Jacob murmured, kissing her hair. "So tight and so sweet. I can't wait to push my cock inside you." 

With a gasp, Christie bit his pierced nipple through his shirt as she came, her muscles contracting rapidly around his fingers as she bathed them in a torrent of her hot nectar. He moaned through closed lips, fucking her hard with his hands until her orgasm subsided. The kiss she gave him was more languorous now that her immediate need had been staunched, and he kissed her with even more need than before, slowly withdrawing his fingers and lips as she slid down to her feet, bending to pick up her panties.

Sophie had turned up the music and was peering out the window at the golden sunset, the sky clear from clouds and the sunlight shimmering in the many puddles and pools left by the storm. When Christie returned to the living room to take a seat on the sofa, Sophie tried to hide a knowing smile.

"I love your dress." She began as she crossed the room to sit by the blonde. Sunlight reflected the brilliant gold of Christie's hair and illuminated the contrast of the black dress and her fair skin. "It looks really nice on you."

"Thank you." Christie replied, pouring herself another glass of wine. "I like your outfit too."

The girls made idle chatter for a few minutes until Jacob returned, immediately helping himself to more wine. He desperately wanted a cigarette, but thought that would only make their mutual absence more obvious to Sophie, who was too clever and probably already knew what they'd been doing. The surprise visit from his friend and former lover didn't seem to bother Christie at all. The two sat talking and finishing their ice cream while they sipped their wine, flitting from topic to topic as if they'd known each other for years.

A soft smile in her dancing gray eyes told Jacob Christie hadn't forgotten why she had originally come over. She was probably enjoying the build up of tension, unaware that his cock had remained rock hard since their bathroom encounter and showed no signs of flagging.

They were into their third bottle of wine by the time night fell dark and impenetrable over the city. Sophie and Christie were discussing painters and their art preferences, and somewhere within the last half an hour, Jacob became aware of Sophie's subtle attempts at seducing his lover.

Christie kicked off her heels and now sat with her feet curled under her as she leaned against the sofa, her expression one of interest as Sophie recounted a recent trip to Paris. 

"I can't believe you got to stay there for so long! How did you afford it?" Christie asked, blinking in surprise.

"I had a friend there and we just worked in the tourist stuff around our stay together."

"How romantic! Did you kiss him at the top of the Eiffel Tower?"

"Yes. Audrey took me there the day I arrived. She had so much energy... I don't think we ever just spent a day in her flat."

"Oh." Christie was taken aback, lowering her eyes as she blushed. "Sorry. I presumed..."

"No problem." Sophie consoled as she laid a hand over Christie's for an instant. "You know us artsy types. Living for experience and all that. I don't really prefer one sex over the other. To me, it's like asking if I'd rather have wine or champagne. They're both delicious in different ways." A spark of realization flickered briefly in Christie's eyes, but then she gently shook her head, lifting her glass to take a sip.

"It took us hours when dining out because Sophie can't make up her mind about anything. Even what she wants at a restaurant." Jacob said, getting up from his chair to join the girls on the sofa. He sat beside Christie, who moved closer to Sophie to make room.

**

Multifarious topics came and went, but as the hour grew late, Christie had settled against Jacob's side. They exchanged stolen kisses as Sophie excused herself for a moment, and though the wine relaxed her, Christie couldn't resist Jacob's hand as it slid up her side to palm her breast through her dress. Lost in the sweetness of his mouth, she willingly fell into his embrace, not caring when he reached up to pull the pins from her hair. It cascaded over his arms as he held her close, the intoxicating floral bouquet of her perfume only adding to the sensory overload Christie's body caused.

The music lent itself to the dreamy atmosphere, and Jacob's kiss grew more charged as he began to lay Christie back on the sofa. Just as he did, the cushion behind Christie shifted and she fell back against Sophie. When a second set of arms reached up to cradle her against the warmth and softness of a full bosom, Christie broke the kiss to gaze first into Jacob's eyes, and then tilt her head to look up into the brunette's face.

"You're so beautiful," Sophie whispered, stroking Christie's cheek. "I won't touch you if you don't want. But I'd really love to watch or just hold you if you'd let me."

"There you go trying to steal away my girl, Sophie." Jacob's smile was soft as he tightened his arms around Christie. "Trouble on heels. Just like old times."

Sophie offered an appealing pout. Christie's mind raced and she tried to figure out how things had changed from a cozy conversation to laying in another woman's arms. But though the logical part of her mind tried through its inhibited capacity to dissect the situation, it was rapidly being shoved aside by the demanding sensualist that longed to take over.

"Did you plan this little scheme Jacob? Or was it just coincidence that your bisexual friend just happened to stop by?" Sophie nuzzled Christie's brow.

"Nope. I had no idea he had company. But when I saw you... Well I was definitely jealous of Jacob."

"I can't believe the last two days of my life." Christie sighed torn between confusion and the anticipation of new experience as she closed her eyes. "Damn it. What have you done to me?" A soft laugh from him as she closed her eyes.

"Not everything I'd like to do. Well yet, anyway."

The golden glow of candlelight and exotic perfume of incense only served to set a sensually charged atmosphere. Sophie slipped out from behind Christie to undress as Jacob pulled her dress up and off then took off her panties. She wasn't wearing a bra under the dress given its cut and low back. Her unbound breasts were so pert and beautiful. Jacob longed to spend minutes just kissing them alone. He hurriedly undressed as well, settling on top of her to kiss and suck her nipples as she closed her eyes, tracing her fingertips up and down his spine.

"Come here, Christie." Sophie whispered, resuming her position behind the blonde, laying back on some large throw pillows then cradling Christie's back against her breasts, her legs stretching out on either side of the blonde's shapely hips.

"I want to be inside you so much." Jacob murmured, kissing Christie's throat. "Do you want that, angel?"

"Yes." Christie breathed, feeling one of Sophie's hands slide up over her shoulder to gently pinch her right nipple. Her other hand slid down Christie's back, the intent very obvious. "I want you to fuck me, Jacob. Please." She brought her lips to his and wrapped her fingertips around the hot hard length of his cock as Sophie's mouth sought the tender skin below Christie's left ear.

"You're such a naughty little angel..." Jacob breathed. "Lay still."

Jacob parted Christie's legs, placing one up along the back of the sofa as he leaned into her, kissing her nipples while the head of his cock pushed, hot and insistent, inside her drenched pussy. Christie winced, Sophie shushing her as the three gave in to urgent kisses and frantic pleasure.




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Jacob's hands held her hips in place as he slammed deep inside her, the warm crush of Sophie's breasts and press of her forearm against Christie's back an erotic addition to the almost painful pressure of his cock filling and stretching her with every rapid thrust.

The moment hung perfect and balanced. Sophie was working herself toward an orgasm that was building with alarming speed. Jacob had slowed to prolong the bliss of fucking Christie, the swollen head of his cock only offering shallow strokes as he gently caressed her clit, and Christie reveling completely in being enveloped by warm kisses and caresses and feeling as if she could burst from sensations that bordered on being too passionate and overwhelming.

"You're so gorgeous Christie." Sophie breathed as the blonde moaned against Jacob's shoulder, her hips working rapidly as she hung on the edge for a split second.

"Come for me." Jacob whispered as Christie tensed, her cry of release sending Sophie into a throbbing climax all her own. Jacob kept up slow shallow strokes, feeling the contractions of Christie's pussy squeeze his cock almost to bursting. 

When she floated back to herself with a trembling sigh, he began to pound her tender flesh, Christie lost in the double embrace, as Jacob's own shuddering breaths and soft groans foreshadowed his release.

"Stay inside me." Christie panted, arching her back to meet each slam of his hips. "Stay, Jacob."

"Oh fuck..." Sophie gasped as another orgasm surged throughout her body like an electrical charge.

Christie's cries filled the air as Jacob caught her by the shoulders, pinning her down as his hot cock slid in and out of her with frantic speed before he winced, closing his eyes as the thick length began to throb and twitch inside Christie, the hot spill of his release filling her to overflowing.

**

Sophie kissed Christie's cheek as the three stood by the door.

"I'll see you around, sweetie." Sophie whispered, brushing Christie's hair out of her eyes while taking in every inch of the girl's nude body. "If you two ever want company, just let me know."

"Okay." Christie agreed, taking Jacob's hand. "You'll have to come over for dinner one of these nights."

"I'd love to. I'll just bring the antacids." Sophie kissed Christie's lips, than Jacob's, and with a soft smile of her own, she turned and headed for the stairs.

Standing together under the shower a few minutes later, they kissed and touched each other with a gentleness born out of momentarily quenched passions.

"You know," Christie began, using some of Jacob's shampoo to work her hair into a thick lather. "If this keeps up, we may find ourselves in a game of one-upmanship with Amber, and she's got years of experience on me."

"Well there's only so much we can do in a day, my love. Amber probably wouldn't believe you if you told her what we did anyway. Who can say with you quiet, good little girls. I'll keep your secret if you want."

Reveling in the present, the past not even at the periphery of her thoughts, Christie smiled as she rested her head against his shoulder. She'd missed the warmth and radiance of the sun, and felt like she'd emerged from months of dark seclusion like Persephone returning to the promise of spring.

"What secret? I want to shout it from the rooftops. Thank you, Jacob."

"For what?" He asked, brushing a bead of water from his long lashes.

"For being you and teaching me who I am." He kissed her soapy brow, the subtle nudge of his hardening cock against her hip making her smile as well.

"Any time, Christie. The feeling is mutual." They clung together under the shower, rinsing each other clean. And clean was just how Christie felt when they stepped from the shower to towel off. Clean and free, but captured in Jacob's warm embrace, which felt better than Heaven ever could.



Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 03



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The cool night air had a fresh crispness about it that only came after a day of purging rains and brooding clouds. Wrapped in a fluffy hunter green towel, Christie sat on Jacob's bed, legs curled beneath her as she watched the lithe nude form of her lover smoke on the balcony off his bedroom, his fair profile faintly lit by candle light yet silhouetted by the glow of parking lot light.

Words had failed to express the complexity of her sentiments over the last twenty-four hours. So, she and Jacob merely exchanged charged glances or knowing smiles over the course of the night, each wondering precisely what the other was thinking but not wanting to intrude on their private reflections.

The towel had been Christie's instant need for comfort and modesty while she collected herself. After a steamy shower during which they had exchanged torrid kisses and humid embraces, Jacob had taken her hand, helping her out of the tub then proceeding to gently rub her dry, kissing every bit of her warm skin the towel touched in turn as he slowly peeled the damp fabric away from her perfumed body, her complexion radiant and a bit pink from the warm water, her eyes dazed with wine and recollection of the evening's unpredictable events.

When his hand closed over hers as he moved toward his bedroom, she had been assailed by unbidden and unexpected diffidence, gently prying the towel from his grasp and hurriedly wrapping it around her luscious curves. Rather than growing cross with her sudden shyness, Jacob merely smiled, leading her into an elegantly furnished bedroom which, like the rest of his apartment tonight, was lit only by the golden points of candle flame.

However, though she kept a placid and demure façade, turmoil had taken root in her thoughts. 

So far, the evening had been nothing short of decadent. From the stolen moments on the bathroom countertop to the hedonistic warmth of being pressed between two beautiful bodies, she had gone so far into the sultry mist-filled territory of unbridled lust that a tiny but vocal part of her feared she would lose her way.

How many arousing soft-core movies had she watched snuggled in her late lover Jake's bed, giggling and rolling her eyes in turn at the impossibly silly plot? She had scoffed at the heroine's pronounced naiveté that was torn to tatters along with her chaste garments by the roguish lead actor upon their first heated moments of carnal exploration. After that plot point had occurred, the pretense had simply evaporated as the inexperienced young lady character miraculously transformed into a lover who'd give any skilled courtesan a run for her money in only a matter of minutes.

Indeed, falling from grace was very liberating and promised pleasures she had only heard tell of via Amber. But while the descent was delicious, she feared the inevitable impact or getting lost in an abyss of ecstasy where she knew not which end was up or how far she might tumble.

A serpentine plume of smoke spiraled upward to spread then dissipate into the velvet blackness of the summer night as Jacob put out the smoldering end of his cigarette, tossing it into an elegant ash tray on an iron pedestal before opening the sliding screen door and joining Christie on his bed.

Though her kissable lips smiled with the promise of things to come, he saw storms of uncertainty coalescing in her unfathomable gray gaze. Sensing her need for silence, he crawled to her, gathering her in his arms to settle back on the ebony sheets, gently taking her chin in his fingers to tilt her face toward his as they rested amid a heap of feather down pillows, he letting the silence spin out between them since he felt her need for it at the moment.

Christie pursed her lips, her smooth brow furrowing in an effort to form the precise summarization of her feelings. But before she parted her lips to speak, Jacob's warm embrace surrounded her, one hand tugging away the towel as if unwrapping a precious gift, his lips pressed to her throat.

"Has it been too much too fast, angel?" The question was a tender inquisition against her collarbone, and the firm rubbing and pressure of her erect nipples against his chest distracted her.

"I... I don't know... There's something about you. You've drawn me out of myself, and I can't thank you enough for that. But I'm not used to..." Christie struggled for the right word, finally spreading her arms in an expansive gesture. "All these feelings and experiences. It's not who I thought myself to be, and it's different. Not in a bad way, but I guess I'm just a bit overwhelmed."

The soft wet suction Jacob applied to her stiff right nipple was simultaneously arousing and unnerving. He paused, moving to the edge of the large four-poster bed to open a night table drawer. The cream colored votive atop the piece of furniture lit his face so beautifully Christie couldn't stop staring. His breath-taking emerald eyes appeared so multifaceted and vivid... She knew she'd never seen a green so perfect until the first time their eyes met last night.

"You can trust me, Christie. I know it's been quite the adventure for both of us, but I'm just as breathless and amazed as you, my love." As he spoke, she watched him remove a large bundle of black silk. "Maybe tonight, we could just take it slow."

When he made no move to get up and draw the curtains over the patio doors, Christie sat up, starting toward the edge of the mattress. Jacob read her intent and smiled.

"Nothing but an office block across the street, angel. The only ones who might see us would be night security. And believe me. That is a job that could use a bit of provocative activity. One can only watch so much porn or smoke so many cigarettes to kill time. Now lay back."

"Why?" The slight edge of nervousness in her question only made him more determined. He bent to place a gentle kiss on the instep of one tiny foot before stretching her shapely leg out, her toes pointing toward the bedpost.

"Trust." Jacob murmured, running his fingers over her ankle. "Nothing else right now. Just feel and trust."

Christie's mind began to race as she offered her leg to the black silk binding Jacob created with the aid of a bedpost and long silk scarf. Perhaps mistaking the tremor in her limb for strain, he knotted the fabric firmly but not too tight, crawling over her bound leg to secure the other, the stiff nudge of his erect cock against her knee an instantaneous instrument of arousal as a blush crept into her cheeks.

By the time he'd reached her wrists, his desire was transparent, both from his expression and the tense way he moved over her as if with a Herculean effort to remain steady and calm.

"You look so beautiful bound," Jacob whispered as he finished the knot at her left wrist and sat back to let his eyes drink their fill. Christie's eyes flicked to the one remaining scarf he held. In response, he lifted it up for her inspection. "Are you comfortable?" He asked, testing the tension of the scarves.

"Yes..." Christie replied, and Jacob was inwardly thrilled to see the tentative Christie of the night before splayed across his bed. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples appeared painfully erect, and she was biting her lower lip in what? Trepidation? Anxiety? Uncertainty?

"Don't look so worried, my angel. It's all right. I promise."

And with that, Jacob moved up to sit beside her chest, folding the sheer scarf several times lengthwise until it was opaque, and then slowly easing the cool fabric down over her widening eyes.

With great care, Jacob fastened a knot behind Christie's head, being sure none of her golden tendrils were tugged in the process. Once he was finished, he slipped out of bed and over to his stereo to select a play list of sultry songs he thought would enhance the mood, then left the room to retrieve a couple items he wanted to try.

Christie's heart raced. Never before had she been tied down, and the disorienting addition of a lack of sight only heightened her nervousness. 

"Jacob?" She asked in a small and tremulous tone. "Are you-"

"Right here, angel." The words caressed her ears and thrilled her flesh. The tone was redolent with hunger and delivered softly, the undercurrent of lust and excitement obvious. "You're safe. I'm right here."

Warm lips brushed her left breast, the scratchy friction of a five o'clock shadow against the rounded flesh making her gasp. Jacob's mouth traveled downward, burning a trail of need to her navel, where the warm flick of his tongue piercing fluttered against the silken depression... And then he was gone.

The blonde began to squirm in her bonds, her breaths an anxious rhythm that made her bosom rise and fall appealingly. She was drifting, her thoughts a jumble of desire as the music distracted her and made it more difficult to tell where Jacob had gone.

With a positively covetous expression, Jacob tipped the wine glass half full of sweet merlot, the fruity alcohol falling in a thin rivulet over first Christie's right nipple, then her left, leaving faint glistening trails over her fair skin. She winced in surprise, her arm muscles tensing, toes and fingers curled.

"Shhh..." He crooned, his lips close to her left ear.

Jacob allowed the base of the glass to play lightly between Christie's ribs. The glass was cool against her skin as it traveled downward to dip into her navel for an instant, and then pause just above the neatly trimmed golden floss of her pubic hair.

Ruby droplets clung to Christie's mound while more wine trickled down the swollen outer lips of her pussy, some dripping onto the sheet beneath her splayed cheeks.

A violent shiver wracked Christie, and the sensation of liquid and cool air combined with the heat of Jacob's presence was doing strange and wonderful things to her libido.

"What is that?" She asked, nearly breathless as Jacob dipped three fingertips in the remaining wine, then gently ran them over her honeyed folds. The heady fragrance of wine warmed on her skin, combining with her own freshly showered scent to make an intoxicating perfume.

"A Bacchanalian baptism," Jacob smiled, tilting the glass to drain the remainder of wine in one sensual sip before returning the glass to the night table. Next, he selected the ivory rose he had given her earlier that evening.

The need to lie on top of her and be surrounded with her scent and presence was too powerful. With a soft sigh, Jacob knelt between her parted thighs, gently caressing the tender underside of Christie's left arm with the cool petals of the bloom. She gasped, straining away from the sensation as a small smile curled the corners of her mouth.

"That tickles." She breathed with a soft laugh. Jacob played the blossom down her underarm, and then curled it up around her breast in a tightening spiral until it tentatively brushed her nipple.

Jacob's own breathing increased with a subtlety he hoped she had not heard as Christie moaned aloud, the edges of the rose petals now tinged pink from the wine on Christie's flesh. 

Jacob's mind rewound the evening's events to fucking Christie while Sophie held her in a sweet embrace. How the myriad of sensations had nearly overwhelmed him. The blend of the women's perfumes, the heat and friction of Christie's slippery sex, the sting of her nails as they'd raked his shoulders. And most tantalizing of all, the slight give of Christie's body as he'd forced his cock deep inside her again and again, knowing that the battering he gave her was absorbed by Sophie as well, and that they three had established a synchronized rhythm as old as time and as natural and cyclical as ocean waves.

It was with these memories superimposed on the present that Jacob eased between her thighs, the rose still in his grasp, to probe her nether petals with the pierced tip of his tongue. The groan and gasp which issued from Christie heightened the erotic tension, and he was compelled to repeat the act, this time letting the flat of his tongue taste its ascent to her little pleasure bud, the combined taste of wine and her nectar positively mouth-watering as he stroked her thigh with the rose.

"What are you feeling right now, my good girl?" Jacob asked, dappling her right thigh with tiny kisses as he played the stem of the rose across her left, the leaves and thorns combining both cool verdant caresses and hot streaks of prickling sensation. "Tell me."

"Hot as if the room were on fire." Christie replied, her lashes fluttering against the blindfold. Oddly enough, the more she tried to surrender to the restraint of her bonds and simply take them as another part of this new sensory experience, the more a part of her felt an urge to try and free herself. "I feel trapped... But trapped and exposed like a mounted butterfly."

"So eloquent..." Jacob breathed. "You're beautiful in so many ways. Like a butterfly." One of his fingertips gently drew up over her swollen sex, sliding up one side and down the other, deftly avoiding a touch where she craved him the most. He knew how she loved and loathed this, but wanted her to feel certainty and a clear desire for what he could give and how she wanted to receive it. 

Laying the rose aside, Jacob sat up, carefully sliding the scarves up around the posts, thus raising Christie's ankles. When her compact ass was well off the mattress, he cupped it with his palms, lost in the beauty and arousal of her pussy. 

Sophie had been proud of how a woman's most private of parts bore a resemblance to orchids; nature's most prized and exotic flower. She had brought him an orchid on their first date, then pointed out the similarities while sitting nude on his lap hours later, and he had never been able to forget that sensual lesson on anatomy and botany, nor how correct she had been.

Again, he was reminded of the natural beauty of the feminine flower when he slowly leaned in to blow a warm breath against Christie's aching flesh. She moaned in entreaty and he gave her mound a chaste kiss.

"You're evil..." Christie laughed softly. "I will get you back for this, Jacob."

"Threaten me with a good time." Jacob murmured back, nibbling her thigh.

"I'm in pain from all your playing around." Christie confessed in a wanton tone. "Please make it go away, Jacob."

"Soon." Jacob assured, returning his mouth to her sex.

Without any further teasing, he kissed her how she loved to be kissed and touched her the way she longed to be touched. When he slipped a finger inside her, it was met with the tight resistance of her throbbing muscles, his attention to her clit only heightening her response.

A cool breeze drifted in through the screen while a hypnotic song by Collide only added to the charged atmosphere around them. Christie was lost to sensation. From the cool sheet under her back to Jacob's muscular forearm shoring up her ass as he savored her sweet swollen flesh, she was adrift on a sea of sensitivity. The smell of wine still lingered in the air, blending with the perfume of candles, and she could practically taste how badly she longed to come. Jacob's soft moans of avarice vibrated her very being, and they fed off each other's lust with insatiable need.

"I want to be inside you when you come." Jacob confessed, pulling his mouth away from her dripping pussy, her pained moan nearly making him spill all over the bed. "Wait."

Expecting his full weight to collapse onto her with his urgent need, Christie was surprised once again when he let her lay full on the bed once more, only leaning over her to pull a pillow from the head of the bed and prop it beneath her ass. With a slow and shaking inhalation, he gently brought the head of his cock to bear at her slick entrance, stopping when the tip was almost inside her drenched channel.

"Talk to me, Christie." Jacob urged, watching her through long dark lashes as he tried to hold back. "What does your body need right now?" She moaned aloud, struggling in her bonds.

"Please fuck me, Jacob. I need to be filled up by you... To come around you while you fuck me."

With a couple steady breaths, Jacob slid forward an inch at a time, feeling her hot wetness stretching to allow him inside her, a frustrated and anxious cry from Christie nearly destroying his resolve. Still less than a third of the way inside her, Jacob picked up the rose once more, slowly brushing it over the upper portion of her pussy.

Christie moaned more loudly, her pretty pink nipples impossibly erect and her muscles clenching his cock, trying to pull him deeper inside. Beneath the blindfold, her brow was misted with sweat, and she soon lost awareness of all other distractions, giving herself totally over to the ecstasy of being filled so slowly.

"What do you want, sugar?" She was panting, her moans louder and more throaty and urgent.

"I need to come please!" Christie whimpered, desperately trying to roll her hips. He increased the pressure of the flower over her clit as he finally pressed against her volcanic depths. "Mmm... Yeah. Harder."

Jacob slowly withdrew almost completely before giving Christie another slow thrust, watching the telltale blush that was suffusing her cheeks. She was so close to an orgasm... It wouldn't take much more. A couple more strokes with the flower and Christie gasped, arching up off the bed, her wrists and ankles bearing her weight as she practically screamed in explosive release.

No longer able to hold back, Jacob tossed the rose aside and fell on top of her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he slammed deep inside her, wrenching another cry from her as her tight sex pulsed with orgasmic contractions around his rock hard cock. 

As he fucked her, Jacob pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, and she desperately mashed her mouth to his, her tongue lashing his mouth as she moaned with pleasure and pain from his savage thrusts.

The sturdy bed betrayed none of their act, but Christie felt the pillow beneath her bottom slipping further up under the small of her back with each successively harder slam of Jacob's hips against hers, the acute pleasure tinged with a bit of pain as his cock-head repeatedly pushed against her womb, their breathing frenzied and frantic as he neared his release.

With a sharp inhalation, Jacob froze, buried deep inside her juicy depths as his cock began to throb. Christie lay perfectly still to feel the wet burst of his climax inside her, the sensation astounding and intensely erotic. Jacob nipped her lower lip as his viscous fluid overflowed her tight pussy, his balls emptying another amazing load despite already doing so an hour earlier. She mewed in delight and discomfort as he gave a last couple thrusts, then pulled his mouth away from hers to kiss her throat.

**

"No way. I do remember how to draw a line and I'm drawing it right now!" Christie declared, wrapped in Jacob's robe and standing on the patio beside her lover, the wooden slats feeling warm beneath her bare feet.

"Who said anything about a line?" Jacob grinned, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "It's three in the morning, sweetness. Who's going to even notice?" His grin widened. "Just imagine the look on your room mate's face..."

"Yes, because we're still in high school and peer pressure will totally work on me." Christie smirked sardonically, the increasing breeze ruffling her hair and blowing a few tendrils in her face. "Seriously! Do you have a mental inventory of lascivious acts we need to try?"

"Honestly?" She laughed, sipping her glass of water.

"No. Never mind. But really, I'm not going to..." Her cheeks reddened. "Do that to you on this balcony. I didn't have that much to drink."




Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 03



Without a word, Jacob lowered his eyes to his cock, which was already beginning to harden at the very notion. Watching himself through lowered lashes, he began to caress it at a slow speed, his brow and nipple piercings catching the lights below and glimmering brightly against his skin.

Christie longed to look away. She'd already let him blindfold her and tie her to his bed. Even the memory of the silk slipping around her ankles and wrists set her heart hammering, and she had to force herself to think of the situation at hand to calm down.

"Come here, Christie. It never feels as good when I do it alone." She knew this translated to come give me a hand job, Christie, but if that meant she could avoid his other propositions, then so be it.

Without a word, she stalked across the balcony in a very feline manner, her form all but swallowed up by his robe. A naughty smile brightened her face as she pinned Jacob into a corner made by the wall and the beginning of the railing. She reached for his cigarette and hurled it down into the parking lot below, then wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him.

Jacob's kiss was Smokey and sweet from the wine and cigarettes, and Christie could taste a ghost of her own flavor too as he reached down to part the robe below the belt, his fingers curling upward to stroke her clit as his tongue mingled with hers. She tried to break the kiss but he only moved his fingers more quickly, her quickening breaths puffing against his cheek as she exhaled through her nose.

Crickets sang and the odd car raced by, but other than those sounds, the world was quiet and the stillness of the night perfect. Faintly from his room, the hypnotic rhythm of a VNV Nation track could be heard, but Christie was lost in the succulent exploration of his mouth as her hands glided down his chest to wrap around his cock.

Desperate to avoid being seen, Christie let Jacob guide her hands, her tongue swirling with his as they worked his turgid length. One of his hands left hers, and in an instant, the tip of his index finger was rubbing lightly over her clit, working in tight circles through the slick profusion of her arousal.

Christie gasped, breaking the kiss as she threw her head back, her grip on his cock slackening as she began to moan, one hand reaching unsteadily for the railing as she parted her thighs and shifted her feet apart to bear more of her weight. One of the robe's edges slid askew, revealing her right breast and the small pink pebble of a nipple. Jacob bent forward, hungrily devouring it as his finger swept over her clit in a more feverish pace.

"I want everyone to know how much I lust for you, sweetness." Jacob whispered, kissing up the valley between her breasts and pausing to nip her jaw. "I want you to look in the mirror and think of how I fingered you on my balcony every time you look at this..."

With those words, his lips traveled back toward her throat, and he began to give her a fierce love bite as her hips began to thrust against his fingers.

"Oh God..." Christie moaned, her limbs tensing and back arching against Jacob as she felt the first hot tingles of orgasm building in her vagina, then rebounding from her toes to the top of her head, stealing her breath as they exploded in her veins. Jacob bit her neck as she came, his cock now dripping with need.

"Turn around." He breathed; his tone husky with urgency as he roughly shoved the robe down over her slight shoulders, then tugged it off her hips.

"No... Not here..." Christie tried to protest, but her knees were weak and his arms were strong.

Polished wood slicked with humidity filled her fists as Christie was whirled around, her hands reaching for the rail of the balcony as the world swam below her, the arc sodium lot lights appearing gauzy through the veil of her hair as Jacob's hands went to her thighs, pulling them apart with a soft grunt. The hot slippery pressure of his cock-head against her dewy slit sent a trembling sigh from Christie's lungs.

"Just be still..." Jacob whispered as his hands caught her by the hips, his own hips arching and driving his cock all the way inside her in one brute shove. A groan of surprise and anticipation kissed his ears, and without any hesitation, he began to pound her tender pussy from behind, his grip on her hips tight as she tried to keep quiet, little squeaks of ecstasy caught in her throat.

"You're beautiful, Christie," Jacob professed, his hands sliding along her narrow waist to the expanse of her ribs before capturing her jiggling breasts in his palms. "Such a beautiful little angel..."

Christie lowered her head, hanging on for dear life as Jacob's fucking picked up speed, the hot fullness of his cock stretching her tight muscles and hitting her in a place that sent shivers racing down her spine. Off in the distance to her left, she spotted the strengthening glow of headlights as a car crested the hill just a few blocks down.

As much as she knew Jacob would like being seen, Christie felt a new level of anxiety at this possibility, and knew she would have to truly put her skills to work if she wanted to save a little face.

Holding fast to the rail, she began to push back into his thrusts, her soft moans transforming into throaty exclamations of pain and pleasure; Jacob's own breathing growing heavier as he went a little deeper inside her with each thrust. Finally, there was no further he could go, and Christie was panting in delicious pain as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Fuck... I'm going to come, angel. Oh Christ..." His words escaped through gritted teeth, and as the headlights swept the street from now only a couple blocks away, Jacob tensed, pressed to the very depths of Christie's sore sex as his cock pumped her full of his release. As she closed her eyes in rapture and relief, Jacob captured her in his arms and pulled her toward the door, the soft purr of an approaching engine growing louder behind them.

**

"How you two doing tonight?" The waitress at the all night diner greeted as Jacob and Christie walked in, their hair damp from another shower and the softly falling rain that was ushering in another gray dawn.

"We're great, ma'am. And you?" Jacob offered his most charming smile as the woman took in the details of his appearance and that of the blonde on his arm. She was pretty but looked a bit sleepy and the waitress didn't need to ask what they'd been doing for her to end up that way. It also looked as if she'd just come from some sort of fancy party, or perhaps more likely gotten spirited away from said party by the slender, pierced, Goth-looking kid who had an arm around her small waist. The waitress fought to keep a knowing smile from spreading over her face.

"I'm working when I'd rather be sleeping, but aside from that life's good." The friendly brunette smiled, leading them to a booth tucked back in a private corner of the small restaurant. "Will you two be having breakfast?"

"Yes please," Christie offered a weary smile as she slid onto the comfy brown cushioned bench. Much to her surprise and blushing happiness, Jacob slid in beside her, stretching one lean arm along the back of the bench to encircle her shoulders. "Could I get a glass of orange juice and just fruit and yogurt if you've got it?"

"Absolutely, sweetie." The waitress nodded, her warm brown eyes next moving to Jacob, who thought for a moment.

"I'll have a cup of black coffee and a slice of lemon meringue pie."

"That's my kind of breakfast!" The waitress grinned, folding her arms over her generous bosom. "Be right back with your orders, guys."

Christie closed her eyes and leaned her head against Jacob's shoulder, the soothing light rock music issuing from concealed speakers lulling her already drowsy thoughts. Jacob bent down to tenderly kiss her brow as his hand slid up her thigh beneath the table. When his touch grew more intimate than she'd prefer, Christie abruptly closed her thighs. Jacob looked down at Christie, whose eyes were now open wide, and winked.

"No!" She whispered urgently as his index finger breeched the elastic barrier of her panties against her thigh to rub up and down her silken skin for a second, and then gently work back and forth over her already sensitive nub. "Jacob! Stop!"

"Stop what? I'm just enjoying the company of a beautiful lady and watching the rain. Heavens but it's awfully wet out there. Don't you agree, Christie?" His lips brushed her cheek and she hurriedly grabbed a dessert menu to hide her face as her cheeks began to burn.

The waitress approached with their drinks, touched at their close and cuddly nature. It had been twenty-three years since she and her hubby had shared moments like these, and she saw no reason why she should intrude on theirs unless necessary.

"Thank you, ma'am." Jacob said as his cup of coffee and Christie's juice were put on the table by the waitress, who gave him a knowing smile... Though the look wasn't as knowing as Christie had feared.

"My pleasure, hon." She replied, bustling back toward the kitchen.

Christie was beside herself. There was no doubt in her mind that her panties were soaked, and though she tried to ignore the warmth and fire under her skin, she wasn't able to stop the oncoming orgasm that felt as if it would hit like a freight train.

"That strawberry shortcake looks delicious." Jacob commented, his tone silken as Christie began to shake. "I bet you'd taste wonderful with a little cream and juicy berries in the right places..." He kissed her cheek and Christie gasped, nearly toppling her orange juice as her elbow slid outward in an unconscious spasm of joy.

"I'm going to remember this, Jacob." Christie sighed when she'd recovered enough to speak. "I can't say when, but I promise you'll get what's coming to you... I can't believe you did that!"

"Did what?" He inquired, his brows lifted in innocent confusion as he lifted his finger to his lips to savor a forbidden taste.

"I hope you're hungry." The waitress declared brightly as she emerged from the kitchen with a huge slice of pie for Jacob and a dish of yogurt sprinkled with blueberries and raspberries for Christie.

"Famished." Jacob professed as he picked up his fork. "Thank you."



Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 04



"You've been working on that paper for four hours!" Amber flung her hands up in exasperation. "What's with the workaholic thing, Christie? You're going to ace the class as it is. Why kill yourself?"

"Because," Christie sighed, leaning back in her chair. "The exhibit Sophie put together is opening tonight and I want to have fun without responsibilities hanging over my head." Amber's brows lifted in incredulous surprise.

"You mean Jacob's ex-girlfriend Sophie?" She tipped a caddish wink, pivoting on a heel to look deeper into Christie's eyes. "You're going to hang out with Jacob, his ex-girlfriend, and a bunch of stuffed shirt pretentious types at an art gallery? Oh shit, Christie. You've got it bad." Christie clicked on a promising link that opened up an article about environmentally based water treatment projects.

"What? I like the museum." The coolness of Amber's breath against her neck disturbed a carefully arranged curling tendril of Christie's blonde hair and she waved impatiently at her friend. "Honestly, Amber. Life isn't one huge porn flick."

"It isn't?" Amber's eyes sparkled. "And oh my God, you just said 'porn' and didn't burst into flames." With a gentle pat to Christie's bare shoulder, the saucy roommate started toward her room "Keep this one, Christie. He's got my seal of approval."

Christie laughed and took a sip of her diet citrus soda.

"Thanks. Now I can rest easier knowing he meets your discerning and lofty standards."

"Fuck you."

"Keep offering and one of these days, you might wear me down." Amber laughed and Christie returned her attention to the paper she was trying so diligently to finish.

It was an atypically cool summer afternoon with brisk breezes out of the west. The fresh draft seemed to invigorate the inhabitants of their apartment complex. Athletic young men played basketball with a portable hoop on the sidewalk out front, and Christie's neighbor downstairs was enthusiastically cleaning her apartment and blasting Goldfrapp much to Christie's irritation. It was too lovely outside to shut the windows, but if she had to hear another song from that group, she would lose her mind.

Perhaps a large contributor to her anxiety was the fact that she hadn't seen Jacob in a week and a half. He had an assignment covering a technology expo in town and after an entire weekend of interviews and notes, he was meticulously crafting an article. If it went well, he was hoping to get a gig covering an electronic music festival since the reporting would be generously mixed with all sorts of fringe benefits.

An unexpected call from Sophie to personally extend an invitation to the opening of her exhibition had come as a wonderful surprise. But she was flattered that Sophie had gone to the effort of inviting her, and fully intended on going even though she really wasn't the type who'd usually attend such events.

She only hoped to be able to finish her paper, or a good deal of it, before she left. While she'd gathered almost enough information to put it all together, she didn't want to have the work gnawing her during the evening and knew properly siting sources was always her great undoing.

At last she was making progress and got lost in the meticulous construction of the composition, flitting back and forth from open information windows as she put it all together and sited as she went. Christie wanted to maintain her straight A average and though Amber teased her mercilessly about it, she was nothing short of a perfectionist who wouldn't settle for less if it were within her power. Even if this put free time at a premium.

So lost was she that when Amber approached and tapped her on the shoulder, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Jesus, Amber! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I tried calling your name a couple times but you didn't hear me. You were too busy getting your nerd on. Anyway, you wanted me to tell you when it was five o'clock so you could get ready. Well, it's five o'clock. Go get ready. Forget this fucking paper for a while."

"It's a wonder I get to class at all living with you," Christie sighed, sliding out of her chair and rising to her toes to stretch in a delicate arc. 

"Give credit where it's due." Amber reached past Christie to turn off the monitor. "If I hadn't dragged you, kicking and screaming, to that festival, you wouldn't have ever met Jacob, and I'd still have to deal with your sexually frustrated ass." Christie folded her arms, looking at her friend and roommate with soft eyes. She was right. If not for her, Christie wouldn't have met a man who continually tested her and pushed her to challenge herself more than anyone she'd ever known, and that was something for which she'd always be grateful.

"I know." She smiled, leaning forward to give Amber a quick hug. "Thanks. And don't get used to hearing it, but in this case, you're right." Amber lifted one perfectly plucked brow, tossing her auburn hair out of her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. So go get ready or you'll be late. That would definitely get noticed at a high brow event like this, and talk about fucking embarrassing." Christie smiled.

"Yes ma'am."

The shower felt wonderful; a much needed refreshing of her body and spirits, and as she squeezed some tuberose-scented body wash on her sponge, she closed her eyes and thought about Jacob. She missed him so much her body ached, and she hoped they wouldn't be forced to hang around the gallery until everyone else had gone home. Lately, their time together was rare and she craved him like an addict. Longed to feel his arms around her and his lips on hers, his lust for her bright in those expressive green eyes as she traced his tattoos with her fingertips or played with his nipple ring. And the feel of his tongue piercing against her clit...

Christie shivered, closing her eyes as she moved the sponge lower, lingering around her navel and abdomen before pausing and with a bright blush, letting it slide down over the trimmed curls of her mound, then further back over the sensitive flesh. 

Christie wondered if Jacob would like for her to shave here, then wondered beyond that what his reaction would be. Though there really wasn't time for that sort of tantalizing speculation now, the idea got a hold of her and refused to let go, drawing itself out into an elaborate fantasy of feeling him fully against her smooth pussy, the slippery contact of their union heightened by her bare skin. 

With her blush deepening to spread to her earlobes, she longingly ran the sponge over her sensitive clit. Blindly, she reached for the bar that held their shampoos, soap, and other shower products. Giving in to memories of the night Jacob bent her over the balcony, she rubbed concentrated circles over her tiny pleasure bud until her breathing grew unsteady.

A long shuddering sigh escaped her lips as she threw her head back, spine arching as her perky breasts pressed against the tiled wall. It was cold and her nipples immediately hardened into irrepressible little peaks. She gasped, rubbing a bit faster as she felt her muscles begin to contract and the gentle warmth of her juices as they began to gather in her soapy and tender flesh.

A sharp wrapping against the bathroom door made her jump and she dropped the sponge, eyes flying open as she bent to retrieve it.

"Yes?" Christie tried to keep her tone typical and hoped nothing in it gave away her moment of weakness.

"I have to use the bathroom. Can I come in?" Amber's voice called above the cascading water. Christie sighed, slumping against the corner.

"Yes." 

**

"That color looks fabulous on you!" Amber exclaimed as Christie finally left her room, the pale lavender silk of her dress moving light as air around her like a couture cloud. "And your hair! Look at you! Official mistress of the up-do! You look totally posh, Christie. Jacob's going to want to tear that dress off and thoroughly corrupt you! I'd be careful how I looked at him if I were you or he might just bend you over the buffet table or something." Christie's cheeks flamed. "All right. He'd probably have the decency to take you into the bathroom first." Memories of Jacob fingering her on his bathroom counter assailed Christie's mind and she turned beet red. Amber lifted her brows.

"What?"

"Nothing. I don't know when I'll be back but-" Amber waved a hand dismissively, admiring Christie's finger and toe nails painted the exact shade of lavender as her dress while Christie struggled to slip on a pair of dainty white gloves. The outfit was absolutely amazing, the pale hue truly bringing out her hair and eyes. "I won't wait up. Hell, if you come home without Jacob, I won't let you in."

"Shut up." Christie picked up her small white suede purse, lingered in the front doorway for a moment, and then reached for the knob. Amber followed, giving her a quick hug.

"You look gorgeous, m'lady. His mind will instantly be transported to the nearest gutter as soon as you arrive. No worries." They laughed, and then Christie walked out into the quiet apartment hall, closing the door behind her and starting toward the stairs.

**

The Spencer Ash Art Institute was the place to show your work if you wanted to be noticed in this town. Founded in 1897 by Spencer Andrew Ash III, the gallery got pieces from Monet, Renoir, van Gogh, and Picasso on a regular basis, and local artists who managed to get their pieces exhibited there were assured of a promising career. However, Christie suspected it wasn't just Sophie's art pieces and winning personality that got her works introduced at lavish opening night exhibitions. Rumors abound about Dahlia and Spencer Andrew Ash VIII and their eccentric (to say the least) lifestyle. Young Spence was an intriguing man. Educated at Eaton like the long line of Spencers before him, he returned home with extremely dignified taste in ladies... And gentlemen, while Dahlia was an open and proud lesbian who took up with ladies from many circles much to the family's chagrin.

Christie heard murmurings in her modern art class that the two oldest Ash sibs led an extremely interesting and varied life to be sure, and that their parents had pinned all their hopes for a proper continuation of the family line on Thomas, the midlife crisis baby of Lillian Ash, a woman now in her fifties who looked at least ten years younger.

Sophie was just bohemian enough to enjoy such a complicated arrangement, and Christie was working up the nerve to ask Jacob, since she was certain he'd know all the scandalous details. She even wondered if Sophie would come home from "work" ripe with the latest juicy tidbits of her escapades with her bosses while she and Jacob got it on. From the photos Christie had seen of the youngest Spencer Ash, Sophie would be one lucky lady if he, too, shared her bed.

But speculating on it was bad enough, and she refused to give in to such prurient ponderings because it simply wasn't any of her business. Tonight, she was here to support a friend of Jacob's... of theirs, and that was the end of it.

Thin wisps of clouds stretched across the deepening skies as Christie got out of her compact Saturn and stepped up onto the cobblestone walk before the gallery. It was housed in a lovely gothic stone building replete with gargoyles and the lot. Apparently there was quite a brawl at city hall when Spencer Ash III proposed to have it built after lengthy consultations with an architect. The family's fortunes had greased the wheels of local government, and despite the city mayor's outright objection, the art institute was built with the support of the entire governing staff except the very disgruntled and overruled mayor.

With such a colorful history, it was only fitting the institute had an equally intriguing and quirky staff. 

So wrapped up in her thoughts was Christie that she almost walked right past Jacob, who leaned provocatively against a column smoking a clove cigarette and watching an evergreen Audi carefully maneuvering up as close to the curb as possible. When his gaze fell on Christie, his eyes widened and he involuntarily stood bolt upright.

She wore white sandals, little white lace gloves, a broad brimmed white hat trimmed in pale purple ribbon and flowers, and a stunning lavender gown that was scooped low enough in front to be sexy without revealing too much. The skirt was full and flowed to her knees, and when she saw him, she smiled and took off her sunglasses. Feeling positively filthy for the sudden and intense longing to tear her out of her finery and fuck her raw, Jacob put out his cigarette and went to her, embracing her so tightly he was afraid she'd wrinkle as he placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.

"God damn," he breathed, inhaling the sweet and heady floral perfume she wore. "You look as if Jackie O and Audrey Hepburn had a love child, however that would work." Christie smiled, her make up all soft shades of pink and rose.

"And you look like you're going to an Emilie Autumn concert." He grinned, shrugging in his black sport coat and dress shirt. She was amused to see he had forsaken his usual boots in lieu of proper dress shoes and pressed slacks instead of jeans.

"Nope. If she was going to be performing in the area, I may have to pass up Sophie's show. But you know if I even dreamed of missing this, Sophie would threaten to kick my ass. Even though she knows I'd enjoy it too much." He offered her an elbow and they strode toward the polished oak doors, looking like the most unlikely of couples as an authentic doorman stepped aside, opening it for them when Jacob flashed an actual engraved invitation on white parchment. Christie's eyes widened. "Yeah, Sophie would beat my ass for missing this, but it would so be worth it. I can just feel the pretentiousness of this crowd already. I don't know how Soph puts up with it." He grinned, dropping her a bad boy smile and wink, his hair actually tamed into an unusual and rare smoothness today.

"Did those invitations come sealed with an emblem of the SAAIA seal?" Christie quipped as her heels clicked delicately on the black marble floor.

"As a matter of fact," Jacob began, leading her through the vestibule with it's series of parallel gothic-styled windows and crammed full of exotic floral bouquets; the fresh greens and heady blooms creating an intriguing perfume as they passed. "They did. I don't exactly know how Sophie got Dahlia to go all out for this show, but I don't even want to guess how much this cost."

Soft Chopin met their ears as they stepped onto lush crimson carpeting so thick it swallowed sound. Christie's grip on Jacob's arm tightened in her nervousness, but he merely strutted along as if he owned the place. She supposed he probably felt as if he did while he was with Sophie, and her cheeks warmed.

"Jacob! Christie!" Sophie's call was distant, and the pair turned from the swags of velvet curtains, lavish spread of hors d'œuvre, and champagne fountain to see Sophie hurrying down a dim hall with recessed lighting, accompanied by a tall and willowy young woman so blonde and fair she looked almost elfin. "Dahlia? This is Christie, Jacob's girlfriend. Christie? This is Dahlia Ash." Christie felt the butterflies in her belly tie themselves into knots.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," the young woman greeted, her diction perfect and polished despite her soft and rather childlike voice. "Sophie's told me so much about you." And as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she glided near Sophie, who looked stunning, to slip an arm around her waist, implying more than casual friendship with the gesture. "I'm so glad you could come. It's lovely to see you again, Jacob."

"Dahlia," Jacob nodded, lifting one of the spare woman's small hands to brush his lips over her fingertips. "Nice outfit, Sophie. I don't think I've seen that corset before."

"Of course you haven't, silly. I just bought it with Dahlia the other afternoon." The pair of women smiled knowing smiles, and then excused themselves.

Christie watched them leave, still taking in their polarized looks. Dahlia was wearing a pair of white Capri pants and a white tank, silvery hair swept up into a chignon and lovely fare skin set off by delicate platinum jewelry. Sophie, on the other hand, was all black satin and black velvet, flowing ink black hair left down and amazing cleavage shown off to great advantage with the help of a beautiful satin and lace corset and lace jacket, all the same dramatic black against her pale skin. Where as Dahlia's makeup was light and minimalist, Sophie was theatrically beautiful, and when Christie's eyes met Jacob's, they knew what the other was thinking and both grinned.

"If I could get them on tape, I'd make a mint. That's got to be the hottest pairing since you and I," he murmured with a roguish laugh. "Come on. Let's get some champagne and go be antisocial somewhere."

They sipped their champagne and talked about her paper and his job, directing each other's attention to this local political figure or that news and radio personality, Christie surprised and a bit embarrassed by all the lingering glances cast her way. The most recent of these unabashed glances being from the young and handsome brother of the mayor. Jacob watched her lower her eyes to contemplate her glass and bent to kiss her brow.

"You're breath-taking, Christie. That dick that does the sports updates on the news gave me thumbs up and another gesture I won't repeat in polite company. They can't stop looking because you look perfect, and neither can I."

"Thank you." Christie tried to meet his eyes, but her blush only deepened. "I've missed you, and that's pretty much all I'm thinking about." He kissed her cheek, taking her gloved hand.

"I've missed you too, angel. I don't want to snub Sophie, but to be quite honest; I can't wait to get you home. Then you can tell me every dirty little thought running through your mind when I'm inside you. You know what that does to me." His eyes closed for a second and he took a steadying breath.

The music grew softer and the muted babble of the guests quieted as she and Jacob moved nearer to the crowd. Sophie stood a respectable distance from Dahlia, but the two women exchanged a charged glance as an equally tall and thin young man separated himself from the gathering and moved to stand by Dahlia, pulling her to his side as he addressed the black tie assemblage.

"Thank you all for coming." He cast a glance around the room, bright blue eyes almost hypnotic in their intensity, just like Dahlia's. "I'm Thomas Ash, and Dahlia has been a gracious sister and allowed me to fill in for Spence on this very special occasion. Spencer couldn't be here this evening because, being the unremitting collector he is, there was a last minute delay of plans with regard to his accompanying some art from Milan and he was unable to expedite the process.

"But tonight, we're proud to offer the newest works of our most promising young artist, Sophia Marcus. She and my sister Dahlia have spent months putting this exhibit together, and it is nothing short of stunning. So, without any more of my chatting Sophie up..." he paused, turning to blow a kiss to Sophie, who threw one back. "Allow me to present the first piece, 'In the Garden with Dahlia'."

Gasps and applause met the first portrait of a nude Dahlia laying amid a field of pink lilies, one leg artfully bent to hide her own flower, arms thrown back in total surrender, pale blonde hair splayed out beneath her head. It was vibrant and seductive all at once, and Christie thought the setting couldn't have been better.

As it turned out, every piece featured Dahlia in one pose or another, some clothed, some not, but all executed with obvious love and passion. And as more champagne was consumed, the discussions grew more relaxed and punctuated with laughter and commentary on the work. 




Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 04



Christie and Jacob mingled to the best of their ability, Jacob knowing a lot of people from his work at the paper. He was such an amusing contradiction of affability and intensity, ready with a smile and smart-ass comment one moment or heartfelt expression and complement another. Christie got her first taste of beluga caviar and decided it would be her last, but by the time she was on her fifth glass of champagne, she was nibbling canapés and petite madeleines in dainty little bites that endlessly amused her date.

"Hey Jacob?" Christie appeared beside him, admiring the icy beauty of Dahlia as they shared an intense and hushed discussion. He looked over in her direction, patting Dahlia's hand before he left her to take Christie's elbow.

"Yes, sweetness?" 

"I'm going to step out to get some fresh air. The champagne's hitting me pretty hard and I want to sober up a bit." He gave an understanding nod, bending to kiss her cheek.

"The gardens are out that way. There are some great sculptures there. I think Spence's famous nude of a lover he met in Greece is out there, right near the bed of iris and tiger lilies." Christie nodded, following his gesture to a narrow hall with dim pools of natural light.

It wasn't easy to slip out of the crowd. Heads turned as she walked by, and she was uncomfortable with the level of attention she seemed to be drawing as she passed in quick and slightly wobbly steps.

Once she made it out into the courtyard, the tension she felt eased. Stepping through another set of oak doors, she found herself in a sprawling garden dotted here and there with sculptures and small gazeboes, flowers of every hue and variety blooming in the sultry summer evening air.

Christie drifted from under the portico into the fading light, eyes drawn to the exquisitely maintained flowerbeds one instant then an intriguing work in bronze or stone the next. There was a dense cluster of magnolia trees and lilac bushes around another gazebo, which she surmised to be the shadowy center of this natural work of art, and she longed to get closer and fall under its romantic spell.

As she drew near, the unmistakable tang of clove cigarette smoke hit her nose and she paused. Someone else was out here for the peace and quiet, too. She took a hesitant step, uncertain whether she felt social enough to risk conversation with yet another stranger.

"Christie!" A loud whisper beckoned from within the trees and she jumped, then smiled as Sophie peered around the lattice arch doorway, gesturing for her to come in. "I just couldn't handle another question about the source of my inspiration. I mean honestly, haven't they looked at Dahlia? She's mad gorgeous like whoa and getting her outside in natural light is fucking magic." Christie shrugged as she joined the hiding artist behind the shelter of the trees.

Sophie brought a flute of champagne along, picking it up so Christie could sit down by the door.

"How long have you been painting?" Christie began, trying to make idle conversation over the screechy chorus of crickets. Sophie shrugged and Christie realized she had just asked one of the questions Sophie was trying to avoid. But Sophie was studying her in the diminishing light; taken aback at her pristine beauty and guileless gray eyes. Looking at her now, it was hard to believe she'd once held the angelic young woman's nude body in her arms. She was all joviality and gleeful rebellion from her own event.

"It's fine." Sophie laughed and sat down beside Christie, offering her a sip of the champagne. "I've been painting since I was twelve and could afford to buy my own supplies. I got hired in here when I was a senior in high school and did my official internship here during college."

"This garden is a beautiful and stirring place. I think I'd be inspired." Christie looked around at the gazebo with its electric lanterns made to look as if they were gas though they still remained dark, even in the fading evening light filtering through the green haze of leaves. 

Uncertain what to say next, she reached for Sophie's glass. Sophie took a small sip, then held the flute out for Christie, not relinquishing it into her grasp, but holding it at the level of her lips to watch her take a drink of the pale gold effervescence. Christie's eyes widened in surprise, and then an understanding lit her eyes and she blushed. 

Chills ran down Christie's spine as Sophie took the glass away, placing it on the wide ledge behind them. Deliberately, while still holding Christie's gaze, she reached up to remove Christie's hat, letting stray curls swing down to brush against her ears. Without a word, Sophie held the hat beside their faces for privacy, and then leaned in to give Christie a feather soft kiss. "I'm so glad you could come, Christie. I really wanted to see you again." Christie felt her blush deepen and closed her eyes.

Cool pressure of the flute's edge was placed against her lips for a second and she savored a taste of the fruity sweet beverage, eyes still closed as it was followed with a firmer kiss from Sophie. Each drink of champagne grew deeper; each kiss from Sophie a little more demanding. Suddenly, Christie found she'd drained the glass, lower lip quivering as she felt Sophie advance. She was still too bashful and uncertain to open her eyes, but Sophie's presence filled the little gazebo, the warmth and perfume of her skin enveloping Christie and making it hard for her to think.

"Your kisses are so sweet. I've been dreaming of you since the night I held you in my arms when Jacob made love to you, Christie. I haven't had a serious girl crush in weeks. And then I meet you..."

Christie shivered like a dew droplet preparing to fall into oblivion, but Sophie's arm was sure as she slid it under her hair, moving closer to press her lips to Christie's, still shielding them from prying eyes with Christie's hat. The sweet and intoxicating exchange washed over Christie in waves of hot need and cold terror. She didn't know what to think or what she should do. Only that what she was doing felt totally right and that Sophie tasted sweet as candy... But...

"Dahlia..." Christie gasped when Sophie's ardent kisses moved down her throat to the swell of her partially revealed right breast.

"She's the subject. You're the muse." Sophie breathed, laying the glass aside and taking Christie in her arms. "God, you're an angel, Christie. A beautiful fucking angel! How can Jacob stand not being constantly inside you every time he sees you?" Her lips returned to Christie's, and though the blonde shook with caution and confusion, she soon felt herself acquiescing with more than a good bit of curiosity to blame.

"So I said to her... I says, 'Janie, I don't go to work to put clothes in your closet every week. Some of that's got to go to groceries and what not, and she says..." A burst of robust male laughter rolled across the lawn followed by the closing of a door. Sophie reluctantly loosened her embrace on Christie, pulling away though her tongue was still eager to taste the blonde's kisses. Christie opened her eyes and Sophie was frowning, peering through the leaves at the men in suits who were tromping down the path that led to some of the newer sculptures.

"I suppose we'd better get back before they organize a search party." Sophie got to her feet, skirt brushing Christie's legs as she went to the doorway, taking a longing look at Christie before leaving the gazebo. "See you inside."

Christie began to shiver from the release of adrenalin flooding her body. She didn't want Sophie to leave. She longed for more kisses. Not because she was bicurious, she decided, but just because Sophie was that intriguing and enchanting. Something about her eyes when she was filled with pent up passion... Like a quiet storm lurking beneath the perfect and aloof goth visage she maintained. There was definitely a coolness and bit of distance to her if you didn't know her, but when she chose to open up and share her feelings, the allure of them was irresistible.

Distant chuckles echoed across the garden from the group of rowdy businessmen as Christie gathered Sophie's glass, leaving the shadowy paradise and returning to the garden path, righting her hat as she went.

Muted golden light and fluid conversation welcomed her back to the gallery. She went straight for the champagne, filling Sophie's glass, searching the crowd all the while. Her eyes fell on Jacob, who stood off in a corner with Sophie and Dahlia, all three appearing to be in the midst of a very interesting discussion judging from their faces. When his eyes met Christie's, he took Dahlia's hand and gently kissed her wrist, then stroked Sophie's cheek as he left them to greet her. She let him embrace her, not able to form words that would adequately describe her feelings. He kissed her brow, knocking her hat askew as they started to circulate among the paintings.

**

Darkness veiled the windows in blackness outside the gallery. Christie tried to pace herself with the champagne, but was in a right giddy state from all the glasses she'd enjoyed. The event here was winding to a close. Some of the guests were leaving to take the discussions to an upscale French restaurant at Dahlia's invitation, but Jacob, Christie, and surprisingly Sophie had politely declined.

"We need to get going." Jacob's voice rumbled through Christie as she leaned against him, his words stoking the fire of longing quickening between her legs. "Can we drop you home, Sophie?" Sophie wrapped up the final arrangements for the sale of one of her pieces, then turned to them, smiling with pride at the figure she'd arranged.

"That would be great. I got here with Dahlia and Thomas, so if you wouldn't mind?"

The night was warm. More so than Christie expected given the coolness of the day as they left the gallery, Sophie blowing kisses and giving profuse thanks to all those who'd attended, and quick hugs to those who'd purchased some of her work. 

Jacob parked a couple blocks down, and though Christie made a gallant effort to keep up, the trip was proving rather treacherous in her condition and heels. Sophie slid alongside her, slipping an arm around her waist as they disappeared down a quiet side street to Jacob's car.

Jacob opened his door, and then went round to open the passenger's side door when Sophie tightened her grip on Christie's waist.

"Come on, darling. You can ride in the back with me." In the dim light, Jacob's eyes widened for an instant before he gave a curt nod and returned to the driver's side, deliberately taking slow steps and reminding himself that he needed to keep his eyes on the road.

Sophie slid in the back, moving Jacob's laptop and a couple folders aside to make room for Christie, who poured herself unsteadily into the back seat, catching the door as she went. The engine started and Faith and the Muse rolled in rich layers of haunting vocals, lush strings, and ghostly guitars over the car's occupants. Jacob tucked his recorder and thumb drive into his camera case, backing out onto the main street and racing just under the limit toward the outskirts of town, stealing furtive glances at the fantasy unfolding in the back seat. 

He was one of the few who took note of both Christie and Sophie's absence, and while he entertained himself with notions of where they might have been, he didn't dare delude himself into thinking they were up to sexy mischief.

Yet as they stopped for a traffic light and he risked a glance in the rearview mirror, his pulse quickened as he watched Sophie gently stroking Christie's arm, whispering to her as her fingertips slid slowly up and down in a soothing rhythm. The light changed to green and Jacob hit the accelerator.

"Would you two like to come up for a drink?" Sophie's tone was soft and full of longing. "I've got a great local red chilling in the fridge." Christie was silent, intoxicated and uncertain.

"Sure. We could toast your success, Miss Marcus, artiest for hire," Jacob smiled, taking the side street that lead to Sophie's flat. "The paintings were gorgeous and I imagine it was great fun working with Dahlia."

They arrived at the expensive townhouses, Jacob parking in the corner space, getting out and walking around to open the door for the ladies. To his agonizing delight, Sophie got out first, taking both Christie's hands and helping her out of the car.

"Come on, love." Her murmur was soft against Christie's cheek, and Jacob moved to Christie's other side, helping her up the steps. "Let's have some wine."

Entering Sophie's large flat, Christie was captivated at first by the subtle seductive aesthetic Sophie employed in her décor and accents. The air smelled faintly of musky incense and roses. Every item, from the tall vase of peacock feathers to the black fedora casually left on the dark oak dining room table, exuded sultry femininity. Scarves were draped over a coat tree and there were unlit candles everywhere. The place was still and inviting as they all walked in and started toward the sofa.

Sophie slid out of her gauzy jacket and swathed it over the sofa, continuing to strip down until she was just in her skirt and corset, taking Christie's gloves and hat to place them on the table.

"Would either of you like some wine?" Stripped down from her heels and lace, Sophie was diminutive in stature but possessed such a presence that Christie felt it fill up the room. 

"No thank you." Christie didn't think another drink was a good idea, but Jacob accepted Sophie's offer. 

With the familiarity of an old friend, Jacob went over to Sophie's stereo to put on some music, then returned to Christie, perching her on his lap and smiling at the way she fell against him.

Christie was doing her best not to betray her drunkenness, glancing around the dimly lit living room for anything to start a conversation. The album Jacob selected was sexy with a languorous beat and sultry singer. She spied a dramatic black and white photo in a simple black frame and leaned in for a closer look.

In it, Sophie stood in an impossibly sexy pose, clad in the most decadent belly dancing outfit she'd ever seen, even down to her theatrically dark make up, ornate ankle bracelets, and the overall vampy... or was it goth... aesthetic. Jacob followed his love's eyes and let out a soft laugh.

"Soph?" he called, trailing a hand down Christie's back. "Christie found your photo from that gothic belly dance event last fall." A melodious laugh drifted out of the kitchen. "If you want to seduce her, you could get out the DVD."

"You're such a brute." Sophie breathed, returning to them with an uncorked bottle and three glasses. "Do you hear that, Christie love? It's the sound of ulterior motive sneaking up on us. Behave and drink your wine, Jacob."

"May I?" Jacob's fingertips traced the nape of Christie's neck before hesitating at the pins that held her hair in place. She nodded and he pulled them free, lost in the silk and perfume of her tresses when they tumbled down her back. All three sipped their wine, each lost in their own private thoughts, but all suspecting they were sharing the same tangle of feelings.

"There were some fantastic dancers the night Jacob and I met at the Greek fest." Christie began in an effort to break the lull, hoping she didn't begin to slur. "It's such an earthy and realistic form of dance. I mean I love ballet, but when I watch it, I just think of pixies floating in a garden. Belly dance is so... So here and irresistible." A soft sparkle glittered in Sophie's eyes as she stood up, quickly sliding the coffee table aside.

"Come on. I'll teach you."

"Oh no... I've had a bit too much to drink for that tonight."

"Bullshit." Sophie lifted a brow in casual disregard. "On your feet, darling."

Between the fade from one track to another, Sophie helped Christie out of her shoes and stood before her, back to Jacob, as she began to model moves. Christie's cheeks were bright red, but she tentatively put her arms out, following Sophie's lead.

"This would be better if we had the right clothes, but you've got a natural rhythm and grace, Christie. You were totally built for this. A couple ankle chains, a coin bra, and a bit of practice would make you totally unstoppable."

Jacob sipped his wine, feeling the warmth of their bonding as it expanded to fill the room. The gentle urging from Sophie with an odd touch to reposition Christie's arms was thrilling. 

This charged reality was superimposed over all the memories of the endless foreplay and fucking of Sophie he'd done in every room of this place over the past few years. He closed his eyes, lost in recollections of Sophie practicing upcoming routines for various performances with her friends from the troupe, her electric presence drawing his eye and making him forget about anything and anyone else. She knew her every movement went straight to his loins, and would only offer a teasing smile before turning to work on a routine with the girls, usually Shea or the luscious Gabrielle. Even when she tried to be disciplined and strictly dance for him when they were alone, the moment always ended with either of them on their knees. Just thinking about it caused his blood to warm and heart to race. The music didn't help. It was so full of want, lust, and desperate desire he began to wonder if he'd chosen the wrong album to keep things from ending in a similar fashion. He owned a copy himself and knew he'd never see it the same way again.

"Beautiful!" Sophie exclaimed as Christie swayed and undulated in her ladylike silk. "But when you come down like this..." Sophie's hands went to Christie's hips and pulled her into a deeper grind. "You want to really work your abs and put your hips into it like you're giving the best fuck of your life." Then she looked up, totally lost in their dancing to the point of forgetting Jacob's silent sprawl on her sofa. "Oh shit! Okay... I'm going to get you into trouble." 

Christie laughed, aware of every inch of her flesh, exposed or otherwise, and also aware of the stunning vitality and playfulness in Sophie's eyes. She swayed to the rhythm, arching her back to thrust her breasts out a bit as they danced, matching each other's movements as their eyes met. And as she watched, Sophie took a couple strides closer without breaking her rhythm to stand a mere few inches from her dance partner.

Distorted guitars and vocals grew in intensity as they paused, eye to eye. The beat surrounded them. Enticed them. But Christie felt almost sick with equal parts fear and lust. Sophie was beautiful like a modern china doll. Lips so full and succulent that Christie couldn't help recalling how amazing it had been to kiss her in the gazebo or feel her fingertips upon her skin. Her diamond nose stud caught the light and sparkled for an instant as she tossed her hair behind her shoulders, studying Christie's expression through the long black fringe of her lashes.

Sophie stood still and tense, watching the inner battle behind Christie's eyes. She wouldn't push it. She would not make Christie do something she didn't want to do. But angels in heaven, she wanted to touch her. To run her lips over Christie's teasing cleavage and trace the shape of her waist and hips beneath the dress. And at last, when the war was won and Christie's mouth parted in terrified anticipation, she was there to catch her as she fell to all the hunger and need that washed over her in waves.

They moved together in silence, clasping hands as they joined and Sophie's lips brushed Christie's throat.

"I'm so glad you came to me," she murmured, lips racing down Christie's tilted jaw to her throat. "Am I the first girl to kiss you, Christie?" The blonde nodded, hips still swaying to the music. "Oh God... A virgin girl..." Sophie moaned softly, letting go of Christie's trembling hands to wrap her in a tight embrace as their lips met.




Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 04



Jacob took a long sip of wine. This was nothing new for his fiery Sophie. There were nights in their past that would almost shame them both. He also thought it likely this would include the other participant or participants, in some cases, involved in the scandalous activities. Even considering the night Sophie and Christie met, he thought things had gone as far as they would ever go, and was grateful for being a part of such an amazing experience.

But this... This was hotter and more exciting than any of his fantasies, and he was doubly glad he had discovered the melancholy blonde sitting alone on a bench during that festival on one of summer's first balmy nights.

Jacob slowly got to his feet to open a window, leaning against the wall near it in a deceptively casual pose. He lighted a cigarette, watching the two beauties from the corner of his eye and feeling like the luckiest man alive.

"You know that every time I hear this song, I'm going to think of you." Sophie murmured, lips lush against her fair skin like cherries in the snow. "Forever, Christie. Parish the thought of losing this CD." They gently lowered their arms to their sides, hands still clasped together.

Beneath the uncertainness of her movements and tension in her kiss, Christie thought back to that night on Jacob's sofa. Sophie had been all warmth and silken skin against Christie's back, her kisses like little tingling bursts against her flesh. She wanted that again and more. Longed to feel more of that perfect skin. Just the two of them. Sophie understood where her need ached the most and how to soothe it. Christie needed this. Needed it with each hungry contraction of her pussy and the certainty of her arousal soaking her panties.

She opened her eyes as their arms went about each other's waists, catching a quick glimpse of Sophie's bright blue eyes before her mouth gently brushed Christie's lips again, than she tilted her head and allowed her tongue to gently explore Christie's mouth, their kisses sweetened by wine and anticipation.

Another step brought Jacob closer to the gentle draft filtering in through the living room window. The drapes were open, affording any passer by on the sidewalk this enticing display. He hoped the fresh air would slacken the rush of blood to his cock. Undaunted, it pressed against his boxers and slacks with white hot and demanding need. He hung his head in the vain hope of calming himself, choosing not to see what they were doing in a fruitless effort to slow his arousal.

Sight wasn't necessary. He heard the soft rustle of their skirts and the even softer sound of their kisses followed by a tiny moan caught in Christie's throat. Desperately, he peered out at the still parking lot, his pulse pounding in his ears. There came the most gentle whisper of fabric and then silence and he looked back to see that he was alone in the living room.

Sophie's bedroom spread out to Christie in sumptuous seduction. The subtle scent of pomegranate and berries filled the air and the first impression was as if she'd gathered the sexiest objects from all over the globe and scattered them about with instant precision; each piece placed perfectly to catch the eye and fire the imagination.

A beautiful Oriental rug in red, black, purple, and green sprawled over the center of the floor. A geisha doll peering bashfully over her spread fan stood before a mirror on a chest of drawers whose top held antique perfume bottles and a couple tubes of lipstick. A bamboo folding screen painted with peonies was collapsed by a burgundy Victorian chaise longue with elaborately carved legs and a couple black throw pillows. The room's only source of light was a small lamp with a cut glass shade and a nude pixie lounging on a blooming primrose. The bit of innocence amid all this glamourous seduction was a charming touch and Christie smiled, taking a step into Sophie's room and enjoying the velvety carpet under her bare feet. Sophie followed her gaze and a faint blush colored her pale cheek.

"I got that from my gram when I was five. She lived all over Europe and found it in Ireland. I think it was a birthday gift, and I just can't bring myself to put it away." 

"It's lovely." Christie's hands were clasped before her in the physical embodiment of her nervousness, gray eyes lowered as she tried to get a hold of herself. Sophie was kind and considerate. She would know what to do. All Christie need do is relax and surrender to this new and voracious lust pulsing inside her brain like a heart.

Touched by the blonde's innocence and sweet virginal distress, Sophie went to her, taking her hand and leading her over toward the large bed with its sleek black satin sheets and velvety blanket printed with red rosebuds.

"It's okay," she soothed, giving Christie's cheek a gentle kiss. "Don't worry, Christie. It's okay... Just lay with me and see how you feel. If you want to slow down, tell me."

Sophie stepped back, crawling up onto the bed with feline grace, fair limbs startlingly pale against the dark bedding. Christie's mouth was dry and her stomach filled with butterflies, but she bit back her anxiousness and took another step toward the bed. 

Sophie looked up at her with such gentle understanding that Christie couldn't help but climb in bed beside her, the two embracing as Sophie promised herself to keep her touches just over Christie's clothing. She wanted Christie to need this as much as she did, and knew when the time to undress came, they'd both be ready.

A clock ticked softly somewhere in the bedroom. Downstairs, the music continued on. The subtle creak of a step gave away Jacob's slow advancement, and both women heard him enter Sophie's room but didn't want to break the tender kiss they were sharing to greet him.

If there was a heaven, Jacob knew as soon as he entered Sophie's bedroom that the celestial bliss of that nebulous existence in the clouds had nothing on this experience. In fact, if he died at this moment, there was no pleasure the afterlife could offer him to equal the agony of arousal and ecstasy of this reality racing through his veins. 

Christie would need music. Something sultry enough to help her feel at ease while not trying too hard to be an obvious aphrodisiac. This room was inspiration enough to ease anyone into an amorous frame of mind, but he needed to engage all Christie's senses. To help her get past the hang ups she thought she was supposed to have and get lost in the touch, taste, and total experience of laying with Sophie. And candlelight... He picked up a matchbook from a club Sophie danced for, flipping it open, tearing free a match, striking it alight, then moving from unlit candle to unlit candle, the strengthening golden glow around them adding to the enchantment as the candles contributed their own light and perfume.

Then, with great reverence for this night, he selected something appropriate from Sophie's music selection, catching quick glances at the women as they lay facing one another, lost in kisses as Sophie's hands gently rubbed Christie's back. Without a word, he stepped out of his shoes and approached the vacant side of the bed to carefully stretch out beside them. They smelled of perfume and wine, and Christie was actually trembling in Sophie's embrace as Jacob slid closer.

With a long sigh, Sophie gently eased Christie onto her back, her lips leaving Christie's mouth to explore her throat as one hand sought the mound of Christie's right breast. Christie tensed for an instant, gasping as Sophie's fingertips lightly rubbed gentle circles around her nipple through her bra and dress. At the same moment, she settled closer, kisses traveling from her throat to her collarbone and the succulent bit of breast exposed by Christie's dress.

They all moved together then, Jacob sliding an arm under Christie's back as he moved in to flick her earlobe with his tongue, knowing how the sensation of it and his piercing against her skin made her shiver. Sophie rested her brow against Christie's cheek, eyes closed in absolute bliss as she savored the moment and the events that lead up to it.

"You look so beautiful right now," Jacob whispered, tenderly brushing golden strands back from Christie's face. Her breath caught as Sophie's hand closed over her right breast through the thin fabric of her dress. "Damn, Sophie, you haven't changed a bit. But do try to remember, darling, to go easy. This is her first time." Sophie pulled her lips away, framing Christie's face in her hands even as she peered into the blonde's eyes with smoldering and totally unabashed lust.

"I can't believe I've got a virgin in my arms. Oh hell... sugar, Jacob's going to have to keep an eye on you when I'm around. Don't worry, sweetie. If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?" Christie's lashes fluttered and she nodded, a rosy tint to her fair skin in the soft light cast from all the candles. "Just close your eyes, pretty."

"Why should she close her eyes?" Jacob's question was asked in a simmering tone just short of a purr. "This is a first, and I think we all want to watch don't we, angel?" 

All Christie could do was let out a trembling sigh as Sophie's lips brushed her throat, then glided up over her jaw to stop just shy of her mouth. 

Firm fingertips ran up her back, wedging themselves between she and Jacob as they found, then began to unfasten the buttons of her dress, lingering for an instant to slip through Christie's cascading hair.

Without a word, Sophie reached up further to place a stilling hand on Jacob's chest. Understanding the meaning behind the gesture, he gently moved back across the bed to leave Christie to Sophie's tender ministrations. 

Cool air slid in to take the place of his embrace as Sophie sat up and began to loosen the laces of her corset. Delicate black lace drew away from her pale breasts, then revealed a tantalizing wedge of her alabaster stomach as she drew it away and then up over her head, tossing it on an obviously antique brocade-covered chair by the bed. Her breasts were full and tipped with very erect nipples dark pink with need. 

Christie trembled as a chill ran down her spine. Sophie's beauty was so all-encompassing that it ordered on supernatural. It would be impossible for anyone to not fall in lust with her, like a fair succubus beguiling without a word and causing all who gazed upon her to fall irretrievably in lust with her sensual visage.

"Come here, baby doll." Dark hair smelling of roses brushed Christie's cheek as sure arms gathered her into a tender embrace. Unable to cope with the sensory overload of Sophie's presence, Christie closed her eyes. Sophie gently tugged her dress from beneath her bottom, sliding the silky garment over Christie's head, then immediately starting to work on her bra and panties.

Jacob could barely contain his desire. The soft yet nervous breathing of Christie accompanied the poetic and darkly beautiful compositions of the music to heighten the intensity of the moment. Sophie finished undressing Christie, and then got to her feet to shimmy out of her full skirt before carefully rolling down her silk stockings. When she stood straight once again, Jacob's eyes found the glittering ruby stud in Sophie's navel and his lips remembered kissing that sacred hollow over and over as she'd laughed in delight.

"God but you're beautiful," Sophie breathed, capturing Christie in her arms and falling back into the blankets. Christie stared back at her through wide and glassy eyes an instant before Sophie's lips met hers.

Black hair settled in with gold, Christie's lean legs parted to let Sophie's more shapely limbs rest between them. A glimpse of Christie's face amid their hair and Jacob's cock grew harder as he noted the blush upon his lover's pale cheek. Seemingly oblivious to his presence, they grew more impassioned with their kisses.

Taking great care not to disturb the mattress, Jacob silently got to his feet and began to undress as Sophie came up for air with a gasp, peering into Christie's eyes for an instant before sliding down to fasten her lips upon Christie's swanlike throat.

"Your roommate and friends can think this came from Jacob," Sophie murmured, kissing Christie's collarbone. "But you and I will know who really left you with something to remember me by, won't we sweetness?" Her lips fastened to Christie's throat and they wiggled against one another as one of Sophie's hands disappeared between their bellies.

"Oh God..." Christie's words escaped in a delicious groan of pleasure as Jacob returned to lie beside them, noting one of Sophie's hands on Christie's right breast while the other was concealed between them.

"Such a wet little darling." Sophie breathed, breaking the hold her lips had on Christie's neck to kiss her cheek. Buried in the shadows cast by her hair, Jacob saw a reddened mark on Christie's throat that would undoubtedly blossom into one hell of a love bite in a couple hours. "Can I make you come, Christie?" Sophie pulled her hand away to push herself up on her elbows, kissing Christie's nose in a playful gesture. 

"Yes." Christie whispered. Sophie sighed, sliding down Christie's body, leaving a trail of kisses as she went. When her intent became clear, Christie began to shake. "Wait. I ummm..." 

Jacob felt his cock grow harder as Sophie's lips trailed past Christie's navel. He could smell their combined perfume mingling with something fruity and succulent, and within that, the hint of Christie's shampoo, She was torn somewhere between torrid lust and terror, gray eyes wide and fixed on the top of Sophie's head as the brunette's hands gently settled on her thighs, parting them to expose her glistening crevice. 

Sophie ran one warm fingertip down Christie's navel to her mons, the pearly black polish of her nail standing out in stark relief against Christie's fair skin. As her fingertip slid lower, Sophie looked up to meet Christie's eyes, the pad of her fingertip rhythmically pressing against the blonde's engorging clit. With an involuntary twitch, Christie tried to close her legs. Sophie gave a gentle shake of her head, soft hair sweeping against Christie's thighs. Slowly, she moved further down Christie's body, her lips leaving a trail of fire as they kissed Christie's navel, abdomen, then the soft trim of her golden curls. Sophie's lips dipped lower, pressing against her left thigh.

Jacob's pulse thudded in his ears. A fine sheen of sweat broke out all over Christie, and she reached up to brush her hair from her face before opening her eyes, both feeling and seeing Sophie's talented lips and tongue working her throbbing sex closer to orgasm with an unnerving quickness.

Sophie was lost in savoring the sweetness and profusion of Christie's nectar, her gaze momentarily distracted as Jacob slowly stroked his rock hard shaft and watched them through his long lashes. Christie was just too delectable, from her breasts to her sex. Surrendering to her drive and hunger, Sophie bent closer, the hot dart of her tongue gently probing Christie's slick folds to lap at the tiny bud of her clit, then glide lower to tempt the blonde with a promise of penetration as she slowly eased it inside.

"Oh fuck!" Christie's cry was so atypically raunchy and full of intense longing that Jacob's cock throbbed in his grip. As if the dam had been broken, Christie came alive beneath Sophie, her delicate fingertips reaching down to twine through the brunette's hair as her thighs tensed. Jacob fell against her, capturing her earlobe between his teeth.

"That's my angel," he whispered when Christie gasped and shuddered. "Relax, love. It feels so good, doesn't it?" Christie whimpered and Sophie sighed, easing her tongue back up to lap at Christie's clit as she replaced it with a finger. "Give me your hand, Christie."

Her hand, so small and warm in his, was trembling. With a gasp, Christie turned her face toward Jacob, sighing in desperate need as his mouth sealed hers with a deep and longing kiss. The room felt ten degrees warmer and his cock was dripping when he took her hand, closing her fingers around the fat tip of his cock, and then coaxing them back and forth along the thick shaft. She kissed him back with pure avarice as he listened to the wet kisses Sophie savored.

The delicate tinkling of chimes accompanied a cool gust of air slipping in through Sophie's open window. Christie began to moan and squirm as Jacob wrapped his arms around her, holding her close while she worked his cock in her little fist.

"Good girl." Jacob's stubbly jaw scraped against her throat, his embrace tightening when Christie's moans turned to cries. 

Sophie's own pleased moan was all but lost in Christie's desperate whimpers and gasps. Jacob tried not to focus on the obviously drenched parts of his lover as Sophie fingered and kissed them with abandon. But he was almost distracted by his need to have her, the days he'd been away from her contributing to an intense longing that preoccupied his thoughts.

Sweet as spring rain, Christie's honeyed juices coated her index and middle finger, the blonde's muscles squeezing them in an intimate embrace as Sophie leaned in to apply gentle suction to her bud with careful lips and tongue. That was all she needed.

An orgasmic shudder stole Christie's breath and cascaded over every tense inch of her body. Jacob sank his teeth into his lower lip to stop his own untimely release. Sophie's movements went frantic for a moment, and then she gradually slowed, slipping from between Christie's thighs to curl in on herself at the corner of the bed, slipping her glistening fingers between her lips.

Candle flames guttered and Sophie peered at Jacob with the naughtiest of sated smiles, her eyes roaming over his tattoos and lingering on his pierced nipple. The moment hung suspended while everyone tried to foretell where the situation would take him or her next.

Sophie stretched like a contented cat, her breasts pushed forward and hips emphasized by the gesture. With a last languorous sigh, she got to her knees to crawl between the lovers, who were now lost in an ardent and urgent kiss.

A fine mist of sweat coated Christie's skin. Jacob wrapped his arms around her waist, settling onto his back and pulling her atop him as they continued to kiss. Sophie sat up, circling the glistening top of Jacob's cock with one pointed nail tip. His hips arched and he sighed, the exhalation a warm release against Christie's cheek. "I want to be inside you, Christie." His lips brushed against her cheek, hands cupping her round little bottom. "I need to fuck you so badly right now. Do you want me to fuck you?" Christie shivered.

"Please..." Sophie watched, chin resting on her curled fingers.

"Tell me what you want, angel." Jacob's hands caught her hips, holding her still atop his stiff length and she moaned with need. But if he wanted her to talk dirty, she would. She'd give anything to feel him inside her, easing the tension of her urgent hunger.

"I want to feel you deep inside me, Jacob." Christie's whisper caressed his ear. "I want you to fill me up with your cock, and I want to feel you come inside me." 

Before she finished her plea, he caught her hips and pushed, arching his hips to drive in deep. Christie caught herself on his thighs, a throaty groan only serving to heighten Jacob's lust. Her pussy, soaked from Sophie's attentions, clenched him tight enough for him to feel the slippery contractions of her muscles, but not to the point where he couldn't move. Heedless of their audience, Christie arched her back, grinding down against Jacob's pelvis, her thighs splayed across his hips and breasts heaving with her efforts.

"Harder, love," Jacob urged, tightening his hold on her hips and working her back and forth as his cock slid deliciously deep inside her, stretching her enough to force breathy moans from her lips. "Mmmm. Just like that."




Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 04



Christie was dizzy with pleasure. There was just the slightest hint of pain as Jacob pushed her ever closer to her limits, his cock stabbing against her womb again and again as his hands held her ass. Unable to stand the overwhelming sensations, she closed her eyes and surrendered to the primal rhythm he moved toward, her thighs pressed against him. The silken sweep of her hair against her lower back was a soft accompaniment to her movements, and her nipples ached to be kissed. Suddenly, an arm slid about her waist and she opened her eyes.

They locked with Sophie's bright blue gaze and lingered there. Beneath her, Jacob slowed, a hand leaving Christie's hip to trail over Sophie's waist. And as Christie lingered atop him, she brought her lips closer to Sophie's, their kiss deep, slow, and sensual as Sophie's arm slanted across Christie's abdomen, fingertips parting the soft flesh of her pussy to lightly stroke her still sensitive clit.

Whimpering, Christie's back arched as hot tingles of ecstasy moved outward from her core in crashing waves, her hips slowly gyrating atop Jacob, the movement making his cock rub inside her in a delicious new rhythm. He watched the women together through narrowed eyes, lost in the fantasy of the sweet and innocent blonde seduced by the dark-haired vixen, and knew he couldn't hold back much longer. The stroking of Christie's tight muscles seemed to increase his sensitivity with each thrust.

"Sophie..." Jacob winced as Christie gave a particularly hard thrust of her hips, knowing that somehow in this magical moment, anything would be allowed until the seductive spell was broken. "Come here, Sophie." She gently disengaged her lips from Christie's, no further instruction needed. 

When Sophie and Jacob were in a much more serious commitment, it wasn't common for a third partner to share their bed, either man or woman, and they often would go out to find a lover together, playfully bickering over whether the person in question was ideal for them both or merely chosen on a selfish whim without any thought to the opinion of each other. 

But in all the steamy months of their exploits, through all the piercings done at the height of passion, new positions and toys tried, and even Sophie's first experiences with anal at the tender and skilled hands of Jacob, she had never been in this position. But she knew precisely what position she'd prefer and when she left Christie's side to straddle Jacob's shoulders, she carefully knelt astride him, her muscular bottom tantalizing Jacob as she leaned close to Christie to resume their sweet and succulent kisses.

The sweet smoke of amber and honey incense drifted over the bed, the soft glow of the candles making the moment more dreamlike as Jacob caught Sophie's thighs, pulling them wider apart. His mouth watered as he beheld the shadowy suggestion of her silken sex, her swollen lips glistening with moisture before he moved his mouth up to tongue the tiny nub of her clit and make her gasp through their kisses.

Christie felt stuffed to capacity as she tried to slide further down on Jacob's cock, unable to discern how it had grown so much in a matter of seconds. Sophie's lips left soft kisses down her throat to her right breast as Jacob bucked his hips beneath her, pushing a pained cry from her lips. As if she had just forced away the last of his resolve, Jacob thrust up into her again and Christie caught her balance with one palm against his ribs as she met each of his thrusts. The sight of Sophie sitting on his face had her transfixed, and she couldn't stop watching the beauty's features as they expressed the bliss she felt. Uncertainty arose in Christie's mind, but lost in the moment, she ignored it.

With a wet kiss to Sophie's cheek, Christie let her fingertips trail over Sophie's left breast, over her tone belly, lingering to trace the cool steel of the piercing against her hot flesh before descending to the pink valley of her sex, gently pressing against the front of her cleft.

"Oh God Christie..." Sophie whimpered as Jacob's hands cupped her hips and he savored her taste, forcing his tongue inside her as Christie's movements slowed. "Mmmm... Yes. Don't stop." 

Christie felt a cool mist of perspiration like dew on her skin, Jacob's cock throbbing deep inside her as she slowly ground her hips Arching her back, she felt him rub hard and insistent against her g-spot and she gasped, eyes closed. A bit of pressure against her mound and she knew Sophie was stroking her as well, their sighs amplifying Jacob's arousal to painful heights.

Christie's nipples practically ached as she felt herself constricting around Jacob, the movement only pressing him harder against that little bit of her with each squeeze. The harder the pressure became, the more she tried to hold still to enjoy it, but Jacob resumed pumping his hips and the sensation came in great stabs of intensity that were almost painful. Sophie was working her harder, and in return, she did the same, amazed at how she knew another woman's body so well.

One of Jacob's hands slid around Christie to push her ass forward, and at the same time, the head of his cock rubbed hard against that one spot, and Christie cried out as her pussy clenched, Jacob fucking her hard enough to make her all but scream with pleasure and pain as Sophie tensed, Jacob moaning beneath her as she blushed, back arched for an instant before she slid off him in a swoon.

Jacob's arms wound around Christie, crushing her to his chest as he rolled on top of her, his lips meeting hers and receiving the kisses she gave him in abandon, heedless of Sophie's taste. He put his palms on her shoulders, pinning her down as he moved hard inside her with great brutal thrusts, her juices leaking out from around his cock and coating his balls and pelvis from the intensity of her orgasm. If only he could have seen it, quite sure she'd actually squirted.

Sophie stretched out beside them, one fingertip flicking her clit as she watched Jacob hammer deeper into Christie, whose cries were an intoxicating blend of bliss tinged in pain. Jacob paused long enough to capture her ankles, holding her legs up and back to fuck her even harder, her tight sex squeezing him with every stroke as Sophie watched, her splayed feet by their heads.

Without warning, the tightening of her muscles accompanied by that delicious spill of chills began, and she gasped as Jacob's hips slammed against Christie's thighs once... Then again... And two more times before he tensed, muscles clenched as he came, Christie catching her breath underneath him as he slowly pulled out, his cock gleaming with their juices and Christie's swollen folds glistening before she closed her legs. Sophie crawled up to lay on Christie's other side, and all three shared a drowsy embrace as the candles guttered and wind chimes jingled in the increasing breeze.

No one spoke. They were all drifting on endorphins and a strengthened bond that wove them together with gossamer threads of pleasure and passion. Christie's heart was so full of awe and affection... Sophie wasn't competition or an interfering ex. She was part of them because Christie wanted her to be, never mind what still existed between Sophie and Jacob. They would share this night, their hearts, and the newness of love and life she'd discovered thanks to two very special people whose outward appearances may have been off-putting before, but now made her wonder what delicious secrets they kept as she passed one of their fellow brothers or sisters on the street or in a shop.

Christie wasn't planning on any other piercings or dramatic clothes and hair changes any time soon. But perhaps that's why they blended so well. Each has facets that sparkle alone, but are brilliant and one of a kind when they were together.

"You know, Jacob," Sophie purred, snuggling closer to Christie. "I seem to remember your ability to make kick ass crapes. Here's the deal. You can crash here with Christie and I if you promise to make breakfast." Jacob raised an eyebrow, feigning insult.

"Oh really?"

"Yes. I'll even give you money to pick up what you need from the store. Aren't I a generous hostess?" Christie smiled, relaxed and content.

"Hmmm... That sounds fair to me." She leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Don't worry. We'll take pictures so you won't feel as if you've missed anything." Jacob smoothed her hair away from her face.

"Is that consent, angel? You know photographs and film are an aspect we haven't explored yet. But..." He ran a fingertip along his five o'clock shadow. "I think I left my camera in the car."

"Bye, Jacob." Sophie laughed, waving him away with one languid gesture. "You'd better be quick if you don't want to miss anything."

Finis



Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 05



Amber smiled conspiratorially as she closed the door behind Jacob, who arrived in a gentle cloud of incense smoke and clove cigarettes.

"She just got out of the shower," she whispered, gesturing toward Christie's closed bedroom door. "And don't worry. I'm not listening and won't hear a thing." She tipped a caddish wink before returning her ear buds to her ears and striding purposefully toward the kitchen and a miniscule stack of dishes.

Christie paced back and forth along her bed, scrutinizing three carefully selected outfit choices that now lay arranged across the rosette dotted duvet. The red silk was lovely in its simplicity. Spaghetti straps, a rather daring cut that left her back exposed, not to mention a generous amount of cleavage, thigh, and compact ass if she bent over far enough. The white tank and shorts was cute and casual, and fitting as summer drew to a close. Then there was the dress she picked up at one of the more trendy downtown shops.

It was such a contrast to her normal look that she was fascinated the first time she slid the sumptuous velvet over her skin in the dressing room. It was held up by black satin ribbon that tied behind her neck, the skirt tight and knee length with a slit up the left side, the bodice very low cut and back dipped nearly to her waist. Just the sight of herself in it aroused tingles up her spine, and she could just imagine the impact she'd have if she put on dark lipstick and emphasized her eyes with liner and mascara. Pure vixen.

With a thoughtful pause, Christie picked up the velvet dress, pressing the warm fabric against her bare skin. Just this sensation alone was dangerously erotic, and she slowly drew the garment down over her pert breasts and erect nipples, shuddering as she closed her eyes. How would Jacob react when he saw her? Would that carefully controlled lust surface in the verdant depths of his eyes like a tiger crouched upon the edge of an uncharted jungle? A brisk knock startled her out of her thoughts.

"No, you can not borrow that blouse! The last time you brought one back it was missing three buttons!" Christie exclaimed as she toweled her hair.

"Too bad. I just adore the one with those proper little pearl buttons."

"Jacob!" she jumped and dropped the pale peach towel over her face, her eyes flashing with surprise that soon turned to modesty as her cheeks began to flame. "Oh my God! You're early!"

"Really?" he sauntered in, softly closing the door behind him. "I hadn't even checked the time." One thin black brow lifted in classic sarcastic mirth. "I really wanted to see you and left as soon as I was ready. Damn, you look so hot when you're blushing."

Tonight he was wearing what she thought of as typical Jacob clothes. Heavy black boots, supple leather pants, a black tee, and unlined leather jacket. The look was more' bad boy' tonight than she'd seen in a while, and would have been complete if he'd come roaring into the parking lot on a motorcycle. Christie's blush deepened as she crossed her arms over her breasts.

Without a word, Jacob moved closer to her and she tensed, teeth sinking into her lower lip to stifle a gasp as the edge of his sleeve brushed her hip. He stood before her bed, thoughtfully examining each outfit in turn. A soft moan more like a purr caught in his throat as he picked up the white tank and shorts. His bright eyes moved from it to Christie, and then back to the outfit once more, his brow piercing gleaming in the soft yellow light of her room.

"You know what would look really hot with this outfit, angel?" he asked, putting the clothes down and turning to trail a fingertip down her jaw. She winced with a sharp intake of breath as his fingertip lazily trailed down her breast to her already erect nipple. Christie shook her head, damp golden hair brushing against her face as Jacob stepped closer, hands going to her hips to softly caress them before cupping her ass. 

"Amber-" she objected, but his mouth closed over hers, the slow undulation of his hips forcing her thighs apart. The leather of his pants was warm against her skin, and she spread her legs a little further, arching her hips.

Jacob deepened the kiss, basking in her baby softness and the mint taste of her mouth. Her tongue was cool and tentative, but his was hot and searching, slipping deep into her mouth as he squeezed her ass harder. Christie, unable to help herself, let the tip of her tongue circle his piercing, endlessly fascinated by its warmth and hardness in his soft, sensuous mouth. Thoughts of being heard by Amber began to drift out of her head and her nipples were growing painfully erect under the tender assault of his shirt against her breasts.

"Oh God..." Christie gasped, breaking the kiss as her head fell back. It had been too long. Only a week, but that week had felt like forever and a day.

"That feel good?" He breathed against her neck, putting more pressure behind his thrusts. Christie whimpered, her silken cleft beginning to throb with need and arousal. She made the best attempt she could to try and keep her distance for fear of leaving some evidence of her excitement on his pants. He sighed in understanding, his lips still locked to her throat as he put enough distance between them to unfasten his pants.

"You smell so good, angel. All soapy and clean... God, I could just taste you for hours. You know that, princess?" Her heart was pounding as Jacob's kisses began to descend the slope of her chest, ending at her right nipple with a soft bite and flick of his tongue. At that same instant, Christie felt an insistent nudge against her belly and recognized the velvet-wrapped steel of his cock brushing against her skin.

"She'll hear us!" Fingers slid up her thigh and brushed over her tender folds.

"Let her. Mmm... Christie. You're soaked. Do you want to come?" He ran a fingertip up over her clit and she whimpered. "Yeah. Right there... Oh sugar, I need to get inside you. Fuck..."

With hungry kisses, he caught her around the waist in a needy squeeze before pushing her back onto the bed, falling with her just shy of the pile of clothes. Christie tried to wriggle out from under him, her body aching for release but overruled by the fear of being overheard. In an instant, his palms found her shoulders and held her still as he delicately edged forward, the head of his cock gently pushing inside her as he moaned and shuddered atop her luscious body.

"Shhh, baby..." Jacob's cock was huge and demanding, and bathed as it was in her slippery nectar, she was still deliciously tight and even a bit tense, her parted lips and breathy moans stirring his senses.

Christie was frantically grinding her hips against him, his pants be damned. It felt delicious to be stuffed so full of him, but she needed something... She longed for anything to create the right sensation against her clit and help her come with him. The sharp pain of desire unfulfilled cut into her libido and she grew frustrated, trying to push one delicate hand between their bellies. Jacob winced, shutting his eyes.

In an instant, he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head as he showered her face with kisses. She inhaled the sultry incense of his cologne and the pheromones that filled the air like chemical electricity.

"Be still," he urged, pushed all the way inside her warm tightness as she squirmed beneath him in frustration. "Baby... Be still. Wait." Slowly, inch by inch, he began to pull out of her to leave behind a hollow ache. "You should see how you look right now. At this very instant, your cheeks are flushed, your skin is almost feverish, and when I look into those beautiful eyes, they're saying one thing. I want all the guys who look you up and down to read that in your eyes when we're out tonight, and then I want to watch the passion overtake that look as I make you come as much as you can stand.

"But right now, you look perfect. Put on the white outfit and forget the make up. You look like Aphrodite. Make up would only ruin it and you don't need any as it is." A gentle scrape of his fashionably maintained stubble as he kissed her throat made her wince. Then he slid off her like a shadow, easing himself back into his pants, lashes lowered, before turning and slowly walking out of her bedroom; the absolute physical incarnation of lust and tease with his casual stride and cool façade. "I know you want to get rid of the tension, my love, but trust me. Waiting will only make it better." His parting words were uttered in a soft murmur as he leaned against the doorway, his face in profile, one hand smoothing his jet black hair before he opened the door and calmly left the room, starting into a friendly conversation with Amber.

Christie positively ached. She made an effort to close her thighs and her swollen sex immediately flooded with warm tingles and a keening throb deep inside her that demanded satisfaction. She fell back into a helpless sprawl, closing her eyes as sweat beaded on her brow. 

"Damn it, Jacob," she hissed, arching her back in an effort to stand on her feet without pressing her thighs together. "You asked for it, and you're going to get it tonight."

With a wicked smile, she gazed at herself in her full-length mirror. Her cheeks were still rosy, nipples contracted into hard little pink points, and the infrequent appearance of animal hunger in her eyes gave them a smoldering and sooty quality.

Christie hurriedly sifted through her lingerie drawer; trying to decide which panties she'd wear on their date. She absently ran cool fingertips over her right breast, visualizing how each set of bra and panties would look. Then an idea occurred to her and she paused. Jacob wanted to watch the desire to get a good fucking in her body language, face, and mannerisms as her arousal was stoked by the lusty glances from other men. He was a professional when it came to the art of seduction, and she decided that it was time to move up from the rank of ingénue to his accomplished and wanton kitten.

Christie picked up a bottle of one of her more sultry perfumes, cradling it in slightly shaking hands as she removed the cap, then began applying it to pulse points and places she knew she'd be kissed. Then, she returned to the bed, picked up her shorts, and carefully slid them on. The top followed, and she was immediately excited over the foreign feel of clothing rubbing against her bare skin with no obstructing undergarments to get in the way. She ran a brush through her wavy hair, stepped into a basic pair of white high heels, then went to her bedroom door, shoulders back and compact ass swaying enticingly under her shorts.

Jacob was leaning against the kitchen doorway in that casually arrogant stance she adored, talking with Amber as she put on a fresh pot of coffee. Christie slinked over to him, leaning in to give him a sideways embrace, her breasts a delightful yielding pressure against his arm. He looked down at her, raising an eyebrow as she disengaged herself from him, walking over to grab a light jacket that matched her outfit.

"I'm ready to go when you are," she cooed, cocking a hip and then putting a hand on it in a contrived posture like that of a tolerant parent humoring the indulgences of a capricious child. Jacob's back straightened and he peered at her as he brushed his bangs away from his eyes. "Bye, Amber. See ya later. Are we taking my car or yours?"

**

One of the many qualities Christie possessed that Jacob found not only unusual but also perfectly wonderful was her love of just driving with the music up and a comfortable silence between them. She didn't try to calm herself with giggly chit chat or discuss every detail of her life, even down to the not entirely interesting minutia of what she had for lunch or all the shopping she'd done that week. She'd simply either recline in her seat and people watch as they traversed the busy streets, or study him while he was driving, occasionally leaning across the console to slip a slender arm around his neck and rest her cheek against his shoulder.

Tonight, as the last golden and rose fingers of the setting sun caressed the darkening skies, she was positively electric in her silence. They left the parking lot and she reached down and turned up the Wolfsheim CD he'd been playing, settling against him in a warm weight of succulent flesh and provocative spicy perfume.

"What are you thinking of, baby doll?" Jacob kept his hands at ten and two on the wheel as they navigated the considerable traffic that moved like thick syrup. "Or do I even need to ask?" Christie merely sighed, eyes closing as she snuggled closer.

"I'm hungry. Do you want to get dinner?" Her presence was wrapping around him like an invisible silky web of promised heat. Jacob's cock, which had never gone completely flaccid after being inside her, began to renew its needs with sharp urgency.

"What do you want?" His fingertip caught her chin as they paused at a traffic light. Tilting her face up to his, he stole a quick kiss, his tongue briefly mingling with hers as she sighed. "An actual restaurant where we could go sit down or something quick for a car picnic?" Her eyes lit up at the latter suggestion. "Okay. Let's just stop and grab something."

They pulled up to a drive through and Christie got a salad and yogurt topped with berries for dessert. Jacob couldn't stop smiling at his proper young lady with her sensible dinner and bird-like eating habits, and often felt much more the man of the relationship with his hearty hamburgers and large sodas.

The lot for the fast food restaurant was crowded, but they found a space near one of the more dimly lit areas and settled in, he turning down the music as they started to eat.

"So when you officially get back into all those classes this fall, can I tag along for all your study sessions and get up to no good with you in the library stacks? I'd love to read some of 'The Perfumed Garden of Sensual Delights' or 'Banquet of Chestnuts' into your ear while you sit on my lap." Jacob managed to ask the question while keeping a straight face. Christie smirked.

"Maybe, but I won't pose in a school girl outfit for you, so don't even think of asking."

"The school girl look is over-rated. I'd rather see you in your nudist colony outfit." Christie laughed.

"You had your chance earlier."

"Does that mean the honor has been revoked?" His fingertips traveled slowly up her thigh and she primly pressed them together. He met her eyes in innocent surprise

"I'll have to think about that," she smiled, spearing some chicken on her fork. "Do you think I should let you see me in my nudist colony outfit?" He laughed, finishing the last of his food.

"Oh. I see. We're still unhappy with me for denying us earlier, are we, my lady?" Christie shook her head, blonde hair tumbling into her face before she brushed it back with a careless gesture. "Two can play at this game, my love." Christie picked up her yogurt and removed the top, offering a mischievous smile as she lifted a spoonful to her lips.

"We'll see about that."

**

The unexpected talent Christie had for playing pool totally surprised Jacob, and though he would have preferred going dancing during a New Wave or Industrial night at one of the less crowded and popular clubs in town, he had to admit seeing Christie dance to some of the top pop and hip hop flavored songs was pretty fucking hot for two reasons.

The first was her ability to dance. He remembered how she'd undulated and swayed to the beat of the belly dancing music at the festival, and how that same sultry rhythm had translated when he'd held her in his arms both under the cloudy skies as well as when she sat astride him in her bed. Her pristine beauty made each sway and thrust simultaneously pure and salacious. He felt the urge to snuggle her in his arms and brutally ravish her all in the same instant.

The second was the confirmation of his suspicions when she'd hugged him before they left her apartment. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were firm enough that she likely only wore them for cosmetic or arousal purposes, but the soft wiggle of her curves as she danced drew his eye. The impact over his current game of pool with a fellow admirer of Christie's dancing was obvious, manifesting as many lousy shots and balls that missed pockets by inches out of his sheer distraction. The little minx knew the effect her clothing (or lack thereof) would have on him, and she was completely successful in making him wish he'd fucked her before they left.

"Sorry man." The player across the table chuckled good-naturedly when he won their game. His clean-cut good looks and jovial smile marked him as an obvious frat boy. "If it makes you feel better, she was distracting me, too. She's fucking hawt! Look at those tits!" Clearly Frat Boy had not noticed their arrival together.

"Yes, she is," Jacob concurred with a soft and knowing smile. His opponent grinned.

"I'm going to ask her to play a game. Do you mind?" Jacob put the pool cue down and stepped back, curious to see how the event would unfold.

"Not at all. I kind of suck at pool anyway." 

"Cool."

The young man left, adjusting his tee shirt as he approached Christie. She stood in the center of a loosely forming circle of men, some whistling and cheering as she executed an amazing sway and thrust, then an incomplete arc, her tank top riding dangerously high up her torso before she stood up, lowering her head and obscuring her face beneath the golden veil of her hair. If this is what he'd be in for by engaging in a bit of coitus interruptus, he thought as she held his gaze with her movements, maybe he should do it more often. She practically radiated sex from the sultry look in her eyes to each tensely controlled movement of her body. Jacob never would have guessed she would be the type who'd enjoy drawing everyone's attention out on the dance floor. But she appeared to be doing just that, effortlessly holding court as she danced, all the while maintaining her ever-aloof and demure charm to its fullest extent. The nascent coquetry was enough to slice right to his libido, drawing a rush of blood to his cock and making his effort to draw breath more conscious than it should be.

The frat kid approached, stepping between a couple guys who were lost in rapt conversation, every now and again shooting glances at Christie. Her suitor walked straight up to her, chatting her up as he joined her in dancing to an Usher song. In an instant, Christie was laughing and favoring him with a coy smile as he offered his hand. She took it, blowing kisses to her admirers as she left the dance floor to play pool.

Most men may have been uncomfortable or downright angry if another man put his hands on their woman, but Jacob merely took a seat on a near by bar stool to watch the game. There wasn't any doubt in his mind that she'd be leaving with him, and the more aroused and excited she got by the attentions of the club patrons, the sweeter the conquest would be when they left. 

Not only that, but she seemed to be unfurling like a delicate spring bud as they spent more time together. And yet, she still retained that naiveté Jacob found so damned arousing. There remained some secrecy to her thoughts, and he felt that whether Christie shared that part of herself with him tonight or ten years from now, it wouldn't impact his feelings or increasing craving for her each time she graced his fantasies when he was alone and missing her in his arms.

Christie got another drink from the bar, and then reached into her pocket to pay for the game. The young man emphatically shook his head before putting change into the table and handing her a cue.

Jacob leaned back against the bar, savoring the fragrant smoke of his clove as Christie leaned forward to carefully nudge a ball into the corner pocket. That was when he noticed another surprise. There was absolutely no trace of panty lines. She didn't own any thong panties that he'd seen yet, preferring the adorably conservative bikini style in most cases. And she was known to skip a bra from time to time when just hanging around her apartment or when the cut of a shirt or dress didn't make wearing one practical. But no panties? That was a definite first.




Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 05



"You naughty girl..." he murmured to himself, savoring another spicy drag on his cigarette as Christie sent a couple balls tumbling into another pocket, giving her competitor a great view of her unbound breasts in the process. His blond brows lifted in surprise as she looked up into his face while wearing one of the most innocent smiles she could create. But dancing in her storm gray eyes was that little spark. The one Jacob saw when she'd ease up behind him while he shaved in the morning, tentatively slipping an arm around his waist to gently caress his stiffening cock as their eyes met in the mirror. It was there every time she'd straddle his lap, sitting perfectly still while she delighted in the firm pressure of his erection against her drenched flesh. Now, that same sultry expression was there once again with intensity he'd never seen, glittering like gray moonstone as she stood upright and stretched, her little erect nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her top. She was using the lust he'd inspired against him. She'd surprised him with a very good trick indeed, and one that was working as he tuned out the monotonous music and rowdy rabble of the crowd.

Jacob studied the tapering of her rib cage as she stretched again to hit a difficult shot, her shirt bunching just below her breasts to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her waist and lower back, her shorts riding up dangerously high to show a slender length of thigh. 

She gave a soft laugh and toss of those silken tresses as she scratched, returning to her full height and painting on an endearing blush as she gestured to her move and the easy shot she gave her opponent. He merely offered an understanding grin before proffering an elbow, far more interested in his opponent than the game. Christie gave pause for only an instant before darting a quick and teasing glance Jacob's way, then disappearing into the thickening crowd with the young man. The pool game was over, but an entirely new diversion was afoot.

Jacob watched them go for a moment, then ordered another Guinness and sat back to enjoy his drink as he traced their movement among the crowd.

"What's your name?" The blond boy felt foreign in Christie's arms as the DJ put on something slow and soulful with a steady beat. He all but swallowed her up with his muscular physique, and where as Jacob was a mere few inches taller than she, her dance partner nearly had to bend over to hear her question as she peered up at him from the level of his chest.

"I'm Christie. What's yours?" Maybe she shouldn't have indulged in that third appletini, she mused, but damn he was a good dancer with a tight body and cute dimple when he smiled.

"Mike." 

They drifted out into the crush of the crowd, Christie's eyes sparkling in the low light as she and Mike danced from one song to the next. Though she took passing glances around them to find Jacob, none of them proved successful. Mike asked her about her field of study, if she grew up locally or moved to the area for school, and all the polite conversation she found herself tuning out. Not that he wasn't good company. He was a skilled dancer and had a very charming personality. But that personality was nothing new to Christie. She knew she'd just be another pretty face and memory filed away in Mike's wank bank for future use. There was no mystery to him. Certainly he was nothing near as enigmatic and arousing as her darkly dashing lover. How had she reached this point? Mike was attractive, kind, took care of himself, and reminded her quite a great deal of...

"May I have this dance?" 

The pair looked over in surprise at Jacob, who'd simply materialized out of the crowd like a sexy ninja, the contrast between he and Mike staggering. Mike grinned, patting Christie's back and offering her a smile that assured her they'd meet again before disappearing into the mass of people.

"You two made quite the couple. I hated to interrupt but..." Jacob captured her in his arms, pulling her close enough for her to feel the hardness of his muscled chest beneath his shirt. "I was thinking about how you've got such a fantastic ass. When you bent over the pool table, I couldn't help but stare. And do you know what I noticed?" His words vibrated against her throat as he nibbled her neck.

"No." she cooed, her feigned innocence dangerously erotic as she shook her head, golden hair brushing his cheek. One of his hands slid down the dip of her waist, fingertips slowly stroking her ass over her shorts.

"It appears that you not only ditched the bra, but the panties as well." The hand slowly crested the curve of her left hip. As he pulled her even closer, his caress moved upward. Christie stiffened in his embrace but he only smiled that naughty schoolboy smile as his fingertips breached the hem of her shorts near her inner thigh. Christie blushed, standing stock still, uncertain whether she should tell him to stop or part her thighs and give him easier access.

"Maybe..." she managed, threatening to get lost in the warm tingling suffusing her skin and making it hard for her to concentrate on much else. "All that discussion about enjoying the tension... I just took it a couple steps further." Jacob's lips brushed hers, fingertips lightly stroking the smooth flesh of Christie's mound. She gasped, hands falling to his shoulders as bodies pressed in all around them.

"We need to get out of here," she whispered, her words carried on an undercurrent of desperation. "Seriously, Jacob..."

"Want to find your dance partner and say good bye?" A breathy giggle escaped her lips.

"Stop being such a tease." They broke apart with a gasp, Jacob's finger slipping between his lips as a furious blush painted Christie's cheeks.

"I'm not a tease. I have every intention of delivering."

Somehow, they managed to cut through the crowd. Chilled night air was there to greet them as they hurried toward Jacob's car. Once they arrived, he caught her around the waist, spinning her about to give her a penetrating kiss, pushing her back against the passengers side door as she mewed in painful anticipation.

"Get in..." He threw open her door, offering a hand to help her in before slamming it and hurrying around to his side of the car. Settling in beside her, he turned the key in the ignition as the engine roared to life and Fields of the Nephilim blasted from the speakers.

Buildings passed in a mosaic of glittering lights and dark hulking structures. Christie lay reclined in her seat, eyes focused on the tense set of Jacob's jaw and the subtle flexing of his muscles. He steered the car onto the highway in the opposite direction than the one in which they were supposed to go.

"Where are you-" Jacob smoothed a hand over her thigh, his gaze still focused on the road. 

"One of my favorite out of the way places to go when I want to get lost in nature and away from the noise of the city. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's beautiful and I want to share it with you. Next time, I'll pack a picnic and bring some Shakespeare. But until then..."

Trees grew denser along the road as traffic thinned. A feverish desire inflamed Christie's body. It was difficult to think clearly. How had she come so far in just three short months? How had she gone from romantic snuggling under the blankets to getting bent over a balcony? And still more perplexing than that, to allow herself the ability of loving every second of it? In fact, the more she protested, the more it seemed Jacob was on a mission to thoroughly corrupt her with each successive date.

Gravel grated beneath the tires of Jacob's car as he pulled off along the shoulder of the two-lane highway. Night pressed in around them, close and black, pierced now and again by brilliant stars and a voyeur moon. The profound silence ensnared her ears, the tinny song of crickets and soft whoosh of wind through drying leaves the only sound to be heard after he killed the engine.

"Come on." Jacob was out of the car, briskly striding over to her side to open her door. "It's not cold tonight. Hell. It's perfect. Come walk with me. I think the mosquitoes have all frozen after that cold snap last week."

"Wait!" Her whisper was frantic and pleading. "Not here!" Jacob only grew bolder. Christie looked up into his bright green gaze and felt herself giving in to the melting pleasure of his touch. The hunger for it was never far when they were together, and after he'd kindled it into a starving need back in her bedroom, it was all she could think about.

Was it possible to have entire conversations without words? Merely to share a look and a moment, expressing desires and wants without the use of vocal speech? Christie supposed it must be, because she could feel what Jacob wanted; she understood that they were lost in a perfect moment of tension, trust, and temptation. How far could she go next time? How far would he push her to go? Sooner or later someone would notice his hand between her legs or hers down his pants and the moment they were sharing. Christie just prayed it wasn't security. She didn't fancy getting tossed out of a club or restaurant for lewd behavior. But what was lewd behavior when this felt so good?

All around them, the wood was deep, comforting, and almost enchanted in its perfect mix of deciduous and evergreen. Christie half expected to see a deer nibbling at a branch here or owl perched silently upon a bow there. The beauty was so perfect, in fact, that she recalled the faerie stories of her childhood and thought this place with its silent magic and majesty would have been the perfect setting.

At last, after trying to make her way over pinecones and twigs, they stopped. Somewhere off in the distance, Christie heard the soft babble of moving water over rocks and closed her eyes. While lost in this perfect state of nature and stillness, she welcomed Jacob's arms as he embraced her, their lips meeting in the near dark, her small hands reaching up to trail through his hair. 

Kisses became nibbles, caresses more demanding, and before she knew it, his hands were at her waist, pulling down her shorts. With a gasp, Christie broke the kiss to shimmy out of her top, carelessly tossing it aside as he left her long enough to strip out of his own clothes. When she bent to step out of her shoes, he laid a stilling hand on her shoulder. "No. Leave them on."

The air was cool but she didn't feel it. There was only the sliding of his fingers easing into her and the wet suction of his mouth over her right breast. His index and middle finger drove deeper and she gasped, thighs pressing against his wrist as she leaned back against a stately oak, resting her shoulders against the coarse barrier of bark. With precision that had her dripping in seconds, Jacob brought the pads of his fingertips forward, rhythmically pressing the little group of nerve endings there that made her cry out. Wordlessly, he fell to his knees, free hand pushing her ass forward as he captured her bud between his lips and sucked. Christie's gasp echoed off the canopy of branches above as she was seized by a torrential release, skin prickling with gooseflesh as the night air tried to steal her warmth.

"I can't believe we're doing this..." Christie panted, the rough bark scraping against her forearms as she tried to catch a breath through the heady intoxication of pleasure. "My God, Jacob. We can't-" His lips sought her neck as he gently positioned her in front of him, directing her to hang onto the tree trunk, his hips pressing between her splayed thighs.

Jacob's arms squeezed her back tight against his chest as he gave a great shove, the bulbous head of his cock popping past her tight entrance then forcing it's way deep inside her, making her cry out. Christie arched her back to meet his thrusts, head thrown back against Jacob's shoulder as his hips slammed against her firm little ass. "Oh fuck, Christie." She gave a piteous moan, but surrendered to the primal rhythm of her body as she rode him as hard as he fucked her, her ass bouncing against his hips as she forced herself down further with every undulation.

The locomotion of his hips sent his cock, hot and driving, deep inside her, forcing throaty cries of bliss from her lips. Jacob tried to be gentle. He didn't want to hurt her, but she was so fucking tight and the sensations so sublime he couldn't help but surrender. With ceaseless yet sensual brutality, Jacob pushed Christie perilously close to coming. A pained groan grew deep in his throat, his breath coming in hot bursts against the nape of Christie's neck and into the crisp autumn air. Jacob lowered his head, lips finding the tender flesh just below her ear. Cool steel and warm wetness brushed Christie's throat. She gasped and clenched down around him in response.

He wanted to be flooded with her in every sense possible. Taste the thud of her hammering pulse and slight salt of her perspiration. Let his face be surrounded by her perfumed hair as his fingertips clutched her scrumptious bosom. And the feel... Oh the feel of her hot, tight, slippery depths contracting and squeezing his length brought chills out in waves over his flesh. The world around them was all scattered stars amid shedding leaves as her unrestrained moans and whimpers filled his ears and drove more blood into his cock until he thought he'd burst or die.

"Wait. Oh God, angel." His cock slid out of her, leaving her muscles to churn on nothingness as he caught her by the shoulders, whirling her around. "Reach up, love. Hang on..."

Christie's heart raced as she reached blindly up and behind her for the tree trunk, her nails digging into the moss-covered wood as Jacob caught her around the hips, hoisting her up off the ground. Christie wrapped her thighs around his hips in a panic of disorientation. Cool air raced under her back and splayed buttocks with chilly and intrusive fingers as the scalding force of his cock impaled her once again, one of his large hands beneath her ass to support her as his other delved into the tender folds of her pussy, index finger delicately plumbing her juicy sex until it brushed her clit. Christie gasped; stiffening in his embrace as he rapidly worked her sensitive little pearl. 

"I can't. I can't..." she groaned, trying to work her hips in response to his thrusts.

"Just relax, angel. I've got you and you can. Come for me, Christie." 

Jacob's swollen cock rubbed against that sensitive little spot inside her thanks to gravity, and the friction the crown of his cock gave her with each rapid thrust took her breath away as she felt herself contract and spasm around him. Christie dug her nails into the tree hard enough to break one, but she didn't care. He was under her, around her, inside her, and propelling her into an orgasm so intense she felt as if she might cry, her toes curling and forcing those sexy 'fuck me' heels to pop off her little feet to land with muted thumps on the leaf-strewn ground.

"My God..." Jacob's mouth closed against her throat, his tongue piercing fluttering against her skin as he sucked hard enough to insure one hell of a love bite. "I'm coming, Christie..." Her hips pressed against his as he drove himself against her womb, his cock feeling massive as it throbbed deep inside her already sore little flower. Christie's groans turned into cries of pleasure tinged with pain as he battered her tender pussy.

Jacob threw back his head, dappled moonlight glossing his skin and bringing out the contrast of his tattoos in stark relief against his pale flesh. His eyes were shut, emphasizing his long dark lashes as he stilled deep inside her, cock spurting and filling her to overflowing with his pent up passion. Christie's veins throbbed with the tribal pounding of her heart, endorphins flooding throughout her body after the intensity of her orgasm. The moment was sheer perfection woven through with a keen ache for more. Their union synchronized their bodies and intent, Christie's lust scalding like fire that only his touch and kisses could quench.

Wilting into his arms, Christie shuddered as he gathered her up, the warm sticky liquid aftermath of their torrid embrace spilling down her thighs. Jacob's mouth was hungry for yet more kisses as she trailed a fingertip along his nipple piercing, gently giving it a flick that made him shudder. The bliss of that act excited her, so she repeated it. He groaned and nipped her lip as she ran her fingertips up his cheek to caress his brow piercing.

With a gentle tug, Christie caught his hands, pulling him down to his knees as she knelt on the cool ground. His lithe body was warm and enticing in her arms. Following her hunch, she withdrew her mouth from his, poking the tip of her tongue out to slowly lap at his throat. Jacob stilled in her arms. Further down she traveled until she reached his nipple piercing. The steel was still warm from her fingertips as she gently forced the tip of her tongue through the hoop to just touch the skin behind it. Jacob tensed, a little groan giving the strongest indication of the pleasure he was feeling. She paused, uncertain if she dared follow her instincts. Finally, with a soft smile, she leaned in and captured his left nipple, piercing and all, between her lips and sucked for an instant, then gently closed her teeth on the sensitive flesh. He hissed in a breath, hands reaching up to tangle in her hair, now moon-frosted into radiant silver in the scant light.

"Mmm... You're such a bad little angel tonight..." They collapsed onto the forest floor, cushioned on an altar of fallen pine needles and vibrant leaves. Christie closed her thighs against the slippery stirring of his cock, grinding herself against it as she switched from nibbling one nipple to the other, unable to stop the need to writhe atop him as her own blood warmed. Jacob capitulated and gently thrust his cock between her thighs. Seconds passed and he started to shake beneath her, shuddering breaths accompanying his trembling fingers as he combed them through her hair. "Harder, darling. You can't hurt me. Please..." 

An owl's somnolent song rang through the trees as the cricket chorus increased to a more frenetic pace. Christie's hands clutched Jacob's sides as she tried to gear herself up for what he wanted. Uncertain, she suckled the silver hoop of his piercing. His cock gently cleaved between her dewy petals, just grazing her clit. She whimpered, eyes squeezed shut as he increased his thrusts. She longed to please him, and part of her was fascinated with the notion of dancing just over the border of pleasure and pain. When one of his forearms eased between their bodies, fingers seeking then stroking her engorged nub, she winced and as a result, succeeded in giving him what he craved with an unintended closing of her teeth.

Heat radiated off them in waves, wrapping each in a subtle cloud of perfumed perspiration and ever-increasing lust. Playing her tongue across the peak of Jacob's left nipple, Christie began to squirm as Jacob reached further and eased a fingertip inside her juicy cunny. As their breathing increased in unison, Christie pushed herself up from his chest to straddle his hips. 

"No." Jacob breathed, sitting up to catch her in a tight embrace, then firmly ease her back. She opened her eyes and stared at the patches of star-dappled sky peeping in through the thinning screen of leaves. The balance of power was shifting, and she ached for it. She longed to please him, surrender to his wants, and feel pleasures only he could awaken. Stirring the coals, she wrapped her arms about his neck and drew his cheek close to her lips.

"Did you like watching me dance with that other man?" The question was interwoven with sighs and a gasp as Jacob drove himself deep with one fluid thrust.

"It was quite a sight, but I like watching you and I more..."

Christie sought his lips, recalling how they'd fucked with Jacob holding her against her bathroom wall, she able to watch the sight of his muscular ass contract with each thrust and admire the corded muscle and power of his build in the mirror. Not wanting to miss out on the same opportunity, he'd carried her over to the countertop by the sink, cradling her head beneath one arm as he watched their reflections. And when he picked her up to bend her over the countertop as they both caught furtive glances of each other in the glass, it had been only a matter of seconds before he exploded with an orgasm so intense he couldn't breathe.




Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 05



Here, lost in the black and silver strobe of moonlight through branches, the sweet smell of ripening fields and shedding leaves, and the taste, feel, and sound of one another, he couldn't think of anything but Christie. He longed to explore more of her; to be saturated in her like an addict.

Lips crushed together in a mutually devouring kiss, Christie opened to and reciprocated Jacob's plunging thrusts. She breathed him in on the night wind and he basked in the warmth of her body and heart. When he grew slower and more focused, grinding his pelvic bone against her in just the right place, she felt the words she longed to whisper on the tip of her tongue. Yet as they got lost in the ecstasy of their union, she pressed her lips to his throat, unable to confess the depth of her feelings toward her fallen angel with the prowess of a porn star and chivalrous soul. Instead, she quivered on the edge like a dew droplet, and then silently fell into wet oblivion, knowing he'd be there to catch her as she fell. 



Good Girls Go to Heaven



Without her approval, her bare feet began to move along the drab beige carpet. They carried her into her bedroom. Once she was inside, Jacob turned on a bedside lamp and closed the door behind her. She reached for the lamp to turn it out, and he gently caught her wrist.

"It's going to be beautiful when we fuck. I want to see every second of it, and I think you will, too. Come here, good little angel."

She went to him in silence, watching as he drank her in from head to toe. Her hair that was slightly damp from the humidity. The way her dress embraced her bosom without revealing too much. She lowered her eyes, not able to meet his intense gaze. The tremor started in her hands and soon spread all over her fragile form.

"What's wrong?" Jacob soothed, approaching her and reaching behind her head to free her hair, capturing a few of the silken gold strands to rub between his fingers as they settled against her shuddering shoulders. "You're shaking." Her pert bosom heaved beneath the thin cloth of her dress as she inhaled, her features pinched in frustration and discontent.

"You're right." Christie blurted out, trying to ignore the tears that threatened to spill as she realized precisely what she was doing, and also realized she was helpless to stop it. She wanted this more than she could believe. "I've always been a good girl. I never 'fucked' anyone. I made love. I don't even know what you want..."

"I want you to know that what you heard when you were a child is true," Jacob murmured, moving in to gently kiss her trembling lips. "Good girls go to heaven, Christie. And I plan on taking you there tonight if it takes an hour to get you out of that dress. Now hush, and close your eyes."

The next kiss he gave her was more tender than before. Teasing in its gentleness as his hands went to the hem of her dress and lifted it, the simple brush of his knuckles against her hips made her flinch and nip his lip in a paroxysm of blended anticipation and anxiety.

She stiffened against him but he wouldn't allow her to change her mind. He pulled the dress up until it was around her breasts, the warm air around her doing nothing to quell the gooseflesh that erupted over her exposed skin. She wore no bra, and her small pink nipples stood erect beneath his hungry gaze and begged to be kissed as he stepped back to behold her body. Momentarily surprised at this act of fully realized coquetry, he inhaled slowly, drinking in his fill of her lovely breasts. With great effort, he kept his lips away from hers long enough to remove the garment completely. Then he returned to his kisses, pulling her further into her bedroom and closer to his chest. His mouth slanted over hers to allow his tongue deeper penetration. His breath puffed evenly against her cheek as she inhaled the subtle scent of his clean, fragrant skin.

Unfortunately, their new position was also closer to her window. She had neglected to close the blinds before leaving. The residents across the courtyard could easily see into her window and see her and Jacob together.

The room was hot, and her heart fluttered as he began to kiss down her jaw. His lips were a feather-light brush over her skin as his tongue darted out to burn a blazing trail over her throat. He started to suckle her neck as his hands rose up to gently weigh her small breasts while he flicked his piercing against her flesh, increasing the pressure as she sighed in tentative pleasure.

When his fingertips first brushed over her nipples, and then pinched and rolled them, she winced and sank her teeth into her lower lip.

"That's it," Jacob murmured, lost in her doe-like stare. His fingertips were rubbing those delicious little points with maddeningly soft strokes. "Such pretty tits. They're beautiful. Tell me Christie—tell me you have beautiful tits." He bent and stuck out his tongue to run it lightly over her right nipple. The warm steel of his piercing caught the lamplight. Immediately, her nipple stiffened into a little pink peak, and she flinched. Her eyes were half closed.

"I have beautiful... beautiful tits," she managed, as he hungrily mouthed her left breast, drawing on it hard for a few seconds before pulling his mouth away and licking his lips, and flicking the lengthening nipple with the tip of his tongue.

"Yes, you do. The skin of an angel, and beautiful tits."

The cold water of reality attempted to lap at her thoughts as Jacob moved lower down her body to kiss and nuzzle the hollow of her navel. No one had seen this much of her since Jake. No one had kissed her breasts—her tits—since Jake. And, my God, it felt delicious. Hesitations were promptly banished as she realized what his next intentions were. Her heart began to race.

"I want you to lean into me, Christie," Jacob was saying. His hands already tugging down her simple white satin bikini panties to caress reverently the soft, golden down beneath. "I'm strong, so you lean on me, okay?"

"Oh, no! Wait! Let me close the—"

His hands were on her bottom, and he pushed her hips forward at the same time as his mouth sought the trimmed perfection of her vulva. His hands held tight to her round little cheeks as he moaned lustily. The vibration of this noise reverberated through every nerve in her body. An involuntary little cry escaped her lips as his tongue stabbed into her sweet folds to find and rapidly lick her clit, and he sighed with delight against her hot flesh. She could hear how wet she was, and hear the sounds of his tongue gliding over her. Her body tingled and grew feverish as he blew a warm breath over her throbbing sex.

He fell back onto his knees to caress her hips lovingly as he inhaled the smell of her skin and basked in the anticipation of feeling her come all over his face.

"You know what else you have, angel? You have a gorgeous ass and a delicious pussy. Tell me about your pussy and your ass. What are they?" He moved forward, giving her a hard bite upon her inner thigh and she cried out with unexpected pleasure and pain, but did not speak. He teased her clit with a soft tap of his tongue and she thrust her hips forward in silent entreaty. "Tell me." She looked down into his eyes and they were serious and focused on hers, his face framed by that lustrous ebony hair and his chin glistening with her secretions.

"I have... a yummy vagina—"

"Pussy."

"Pussy. A yummy pussy, and a nice ass."

"A magnificent ass," Jacob enthused, administering a little spank as he dived back to her cunt, burrowing his mouth up into it and sucking her clit. His piercing fluttered against it, and made her moan aloud as her thighs were scraped by the stubble of his cheeks.

If anyone had been home in apartment 205 across the courtyard, the sight from their living room or bedroom window would have been very inspiring. A blonde beauty leaning against a Goth boy , her hands clutching fistfuls of his hair, her head thrown back to expose her gorgeous tits with their rock-hard nipples. As he ate her pussy, her lover squeezed her ass hard enough to bruise the tender flesh. And, at the moment of her climax, he delivered a sound whack to her ass, making her jump but also making a slight smile curl the corners of her mouth.

She was damp with perspiration as she tried to catch her breath. Jacob got to his feet and very deliberately caught her chin to caress it with his fingertips as he leaned closer, admiring the beauty of her features. She blinked drowsily, and he cupped her jaw, holding her face steady. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he moved in to kiss her, watching her reaction as she tasted herself on his lips and tongue.

"It's sweet, isn't it, my good girl?" he breathed, stroking her cheek as he brushed his wet lips over hers twice, brushed them over her left cheek, then briefly swirled his tongue around hers while she gasped in anxious delight. "Such a yummy body. Sweet as sugar."

Their lips met again while one of his hands went between her legs to test her wetness as his other still caressed her jaw and cheek. He then began to circle her clit lightly with his index finger, and she started to squirm against him, trying to push herself onto his fingers. But, just when she got close, he'd pull his hands away.

"What do you want?" She moaned in frustration, squeezing his shoulders. He could see the longing for penetration in her clear eyes the color of summer storms. "Christie. I won't give it to you. You're going to have to tell me what you want, and then you're going to take it."

The expression on her face was priceless. Petulant as a child, she tore her eyes from his and began to hastily unbutton his shirt. Artwork appeared contrasted by his fair skin. A raven tattooed above his navel. An ankh on his upper left arm. A character on his stomach. Some sort of Celtic design on his upper right arm. He was covered in ink, and she wasn't all that surprised to see a ring in his left nipple. He caught her looking, and offered a bashful smile that lightened the tense stillness around them. 

"A gift from a former lover of mine. She did it herself."

Still silent, Christie continued to undress him. She had his shirt, pants and socks off in short order. Digesting the bit of information he had given her, she tried to envision that scene in her mind. Probably some heavily pierced and tattooed Goth-girl with a penchant for kinky sex and home-made body modifications. Did he come when his nipple was pierced? Did he close those captivating green eyes for an instant as the metal pierced his tender flesh? She felt her pussy throb at the very thought, and quickly returned to the task at hand, confused by her thoughts and feelings.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, muffled by the lust that was screaming to be placated, was the tenuous voice of the proper girl she had always been. She had only been so forward and bold with Jake on rare occasions, and even then it had been at his request and very difficult for her. If she wanted to, she could still back out. It wasn't too late. Yes, she was dripping and filled with the warmth of one hell of an orgasm, but she could still change her mind and save her reputation.

He wore black silk boxers under it all, and they tented very obviously in the front. She yanked them down, dropping to her haunches to complete this task. She gazed up at the thick length of his penis, and a pair of testicles that looked full and firm. She had not been celibate long enough to forget what that meant, and the idea of he filling her with their copious contents made her blush.The penis jutted erect from a patch of closely trimmed black hair that proved his hair color did not come from a bottle. The veins visible all along the swollen column indicated just how much he enjoyed awakening this side of her, though her admission of her enjoyment was hard for her to admit. One of her hands moved to touch it before she realized what she was doing, and he stopped her by gently closing his fingers around her delicate wrist.

"What do you want to do, angel?" he inquired, stepping back from her to sit on the edge of her bed. He looked highly out of place against the backdrop of her pink floral-print bedspread. If she hadn't been so keen on Jacob fucking her brains out, she might have found humor in the sight. As it was, she barely noticed the Monet landscapes on the walls or the ruffles around the pillow sham.

"You know what I want," Christie managed. Her heart pounded, and her mind felt somehow dazed and wild as if she were drugged. Her own excitement was starting to drip onto her thighs.

"I know, but I want you to say it. Tell me what you want, and what you're going to do with it." He gently caressed her face from her brow to her jaw. His eyes refused to let hers look away as his warm fingertips brushed over her lips.

It was all too much. She faltered. Even though her pussy contracted with spasms of desire, even though her nipples felt as if they had been carved in marble, even though her mouth began to water for the taste of his flesh, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

His hands captured her hips, and he fell back across the bed, taking her with him in one fluid movement. He caught her mouth and feverishly kissed her, his tongue stroking hers. She reveled in the feeling of his hipbones beneath hers, and the give of her breasts against his chest.

He gave her wet, demanding kisses as his hands cupped her bottom. While she embraced him, trying to catch her breath, he ground the hot and demanding length of his painfully erect penis against her soaked pussy. She was panting and writhing atop him, but still she did not speak. He reached between her thighs and rubbed her opening until she whimpered, then pulled away when she thrust her hips and tried to force his fingers inside her soaked and throbbing cunt.

She broke the kiss. Her hand shot out before she could stop herself, and she slapped him hard across the face, furious that he would deny such a blatant physical request. He, instead of growing angry, grabbed her fingers, drawing two between his somewhat generous lips, sucking them fiercely and gazing up at her through lowered lashes, the hint of a smile in those lazy verdant eyes. She tensed, squeezing her eyes shut as he continued to grind against her. Helpless to her own lust, she acquiesced to his one requirement of their union.

"I want to suck your cock. I want you to slam it into my throat. I want—"

He bucked beneath her with the strength and speed of an athlete, throwing her onto her back upon the bedspread. Then he was kneeling over her face, his cock just above her lips as he took her face in his hands and stared down into her eyes. She ran her hands up over his narrow hips to his compact ass, pushing it forward as she opened her mouth to receive his cock, feeling the shudder he tried to suppress as he slid his sizeable member into her hot, eager mouth.

Giving Jacob head was nothing like anything she had ever experienced with her deceased lover. All the while, as he set the rhythm of her suckling, he coached her, encouraged her, and told her how good it felt. And, when he began to thrust deeper into her watering mouth, calling her his little angel as the head of his cock nudged against her throat, she found herself wanting to accommodate him. She coughed and gagged a little, but even managed to take the head of his cock into her throat. It hurt a bit, and her eyes streamed with tears, but she was thrilled as he actually groaned aloud.

It was all too much, and she felt delirious. Her pussy ached for penetration. Her mouth was filled with the taste of his cock and the pre-ejaculate that leaked from it. She felt completely wanton with this man—this man who would not allow her to be the passive girl she had always been. Even though he could have erupted into her throat with ease, and it took a great amount of will power not to, he merely moved off of her, catching his breath as he lay beside her with his back to the wall, waiting for her to make the next move.

The room was sweltering. Christie as she propped herself up to stare with avarice at his engorged cock. She reached for it, and he allowed this, closing his jade-colored eyes and taking slow and steady breaths as she wrapped both hands around him. The skin under her palms was still wet from her saliva.

"I want you to fuck me, Jacob. I want your cock in my pussy. I wanna go to heaven, and I want you to take me there."

There was barely enough time for her to register the shock of her words. He was on top of her before she finished speaking. He caught her ankles, driving them back to her shoulders as he knelt over her, his breath rapid and excited.

"You put it in," he instructed breathlessly. He gazed into her feverish eyes as he felt her small fingers curl around the throbbing length of his cock. She brought it into contact with the slippery heat of her pussy. Once she had brought the tip against her opening, he slammed his hips against her with a soft moan, and she all but screamed her pleasure. She let go of his cock to hold her ankles for dear life as Jacob began to fuck her.

"Look at me, angel. Don't close your eyes."

Christie looked into his eyes as she felt him stretching and filling her long-neglected canal. The embers of lust that had began to glow from his kisses in the pit of her belly and loins were now being fanned by their act into a raging fire, and she saw the same delicious consumption in Jacob's eyes. It was so intense she wasn't aware of the noise she made. She felt an amalgam of pleasure and pain as she glanced down to see his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt at an amazing speed. She watched as he reached for, and began to pinch, her right nipple. The intensity of this act only encouraged her to challenge his gaze as he slammed into the cradle of her splayed thighs.

Amber arrived home with two Japanese boys around the time Christie was being throat-fucked by Jacob, and her eyes widened in shock. Her dates also paused, looking at each other as if they had accompanied the consolation prize home rather than the trophy.

"My room-mate," Amber whispered in astonishment as she led the men quietly back toward her room, pausing to slip off her shoes and toss them aside, noting the large black boots beside Christie's sandals and smiling a bit at the endowment that must match those feet.

"I want you to fuck me, Jacob. I want your cock in my pussy..."

Amber would have thought her long-deprived friend had finally broken down and bought a vibrator if it hadn't been for the male groan she had heard upon entering the apartment, the well-maintained boots in the living room, and the sudden slamming of hips against thighs. Not to mention the enraptured moaning that was now coming from her room. Even when she and Jake had been going at it like rabbits, all Amber had ever been able to hear was the odd soft moan or squeak of the box spring. It sounded like they were shooting a porno in there, and Amber found herself growing warm as she imagined what Christie was doing.

Her momentarily forgotten dates noticed the dreamy expression in her eyes, exchanged a grin, then grabbed her and hurriedly pulled her into her room, slamming the door behind them.

"I want you on top. I want to watch you ride me, sweetheart," Jacob panted, withdrawing his glistening cock and falling onto his back, aroused beyond belief as he caught his breath. His body was sweaty, and his nostrils filled with the scent of her perfume and that most feminine of flowers.

Christie ignored his request to change positions. Instead, she chose to lower her mouth to his swollen sex rather than letting him have her pussy. She wrapped her lips around his cock just below the head, and drew on it so hard that he winced and sucked in his breath between clenched teeth. Then she wriggled about so that her slick nether lips pressed against his ankle, and began to undulate back and forth on his leg. She didn't care about the sticky mess she might make. The frantic sucking she gave him made him wince, and he was doubly excited to see she was heedless of her own nectar coating it as she sucked him off and rode his leg with the ferocity of an eager teenage virgin.

"Oh fuck, Christie," Jacob groaned. He ran his hands through her hair with equal parts reverence and excitement.

As quickly as she had started, she stopped. She climbed up on top of him and impaled herself upon his reddening cock. She slammed her hips down and cried out as one of his hands reached down to stroke her clit while she rode him. His other hand moved to her lower back to support her as she fucked him as hard as she could stand.

Her cunt squeezed him almost painfully, and she felt the telltale chills and tingling in her pussy of an approaching orgasm. She rode him even harder, feeling the head of his cock slamming against her womb. She didn't care. And, in an instant, it didn't matter. She came again, and a cry of exquisite delight escaped her lips as Jacob let go of her back to reach up and pinch her left nipple.




Good Girls Go to Heaven



"Oh, God, angel... I'm going to come... Stop..."

She wouldn't stop. She leaned back, clutching Jacob's knees and forcing herself down on him, riding out the last of her earth-shattering climax. He rose up, pushed her all the way onto her back, and pulled out of her in time to spill all over her belly. . His eyes squeezed shut and his breath stopped as his semen shot from the purple and swollen head of his cock.

Even in her delirium, Christie was amazed at what she had just done. If she had ever seen a porn film, she might have been even more proud of her sexual accomplishments. As it was, she just gazed in awe at the glistening pool of Jacob's seed upon her chest, then up into his eyes.

"And to think it's not even three yet," she said in a voice somewhat hoarse from all her moans and cries. "Maybe I'll make you ask for it next time. Can I have one of your cigarettes, Jacob?"