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All Grown Up Ch. 01

By: simply_cyn



I was one of those girls that hadn't quite developed until they went off to college and then, suddenly, it seemed the summer before classes started in the fall, I blossomed into one of those girls I had always envied. My long dishwater blonde hair seemed to shimmer and flow down my back like a Greek goddess. I had talked my mother into trading in my glasses for some contacts and now my sapphire blue eyes were more vibrant, more becoming on my oval shaped face. My body had seemed to be stuck in gangly girl mode ... all legs and nothing else but over the summer, my torso seemed to lengthen out and catch up with my legs; curves appeared and my breasts swelled out enough to get some attention. 

All of this happened, of course, while my best friend was away at college already. Ryan was two years older than me and had been the object of my affections since junior high but he had always treated me more like a little sister, overly protective of me even through my geeky gangly days. I hadn't seen him at all in over a year because he hadn't made it home that summer break. He was busy working coupled with his Greek life in the fraternity world. He had been voted vice president of his fraternity which was kinda more like the unspoken leader because to hear him tell it, the president was more of a figure head as he wasn't the "brightest brick on the block". So his duties took over having fun sometimes with having to do most of the administrative duties, whatever that entailed. I wasn't really sure.

But we had wound up at the same college, probably because more than anything, I wanted to be near him again. Don't get me wrong, it was a top notch college and academically, I would get an excellent education. My father made sure of that. But mostly, I just wanted to be near Ryan again and a lot of our friends from high school were there as well so it would be like "coming home". But even with all of the changes I had gone through, Ryan still saw me as this geeky girl that used to follow him around in high school and not much had changed. I still pinned after him longingly but he was too busy to notice. Oh, he still had his ways of trying to protect me, acting all brotherly when, secretly, I just wanted him to kiss me. So I had become something like a "lil sis" to his fraternity, becoming more of a pretty decoration at the parties and it was getting old.

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"In here, you dimwits!" Ryan called out, teasing as usual, as me and my pack of girls made our way through the front entrance of the fraternity. It was one of those usual parties after the Saturday night football games at the Omega house so protocol demanded that we be there. My entourage usually waited a little later to make an entrance but tonight for some reason we showed up a bit earlier. A few kegs littered the tables and the refrigerators were packed with beer. I could see a few girls moving through the quickly growing crowd with trays of Jell-O shots and such. There was a group of guys sitting in the den watching replays of the game before the biggest portion of the crowd arrived. I could see Ryan sitting amongst them.

"Come on, Mannie," Chelsea said, using my nickname from high school as I leaned across one of the bars, casting a saucy wink to the cute guy behind it as he handed me my usual ... an ice cold watermelon Smirnoff in a bottle. 

"Thanks," I cooed, catching his appreciative glance down my body as I turned to follow the girls into the main room where Ryan and his group were sitting. I was wearing a pair of faded tight jeans that I had cut off at the waist, letting it fringe naturally but I had almost cut too much off as they hung dangerously low on my hips, a good portion of my hips and flat belly exposed. It was still early Fall so I had worn a wife-beater tank top, a simple white ribbed one that had shrunk a bit and was probably too small but with my blossoming body, it looked great. My tits were still tight so I had chosen to go without a bra tonight. Sometimes those things are just a nuisance!

I sipped on my drink, watching quietly. I was never really one to stand out in my group. I tended to stay quiet and hang back in the crowd while my friends immediately were snatched up by guys and hauled into laps with a laugh. But if I was honest with myself and admitted it, I was probably the one that most of the guys would like to steer upstairs if they dared. I think with Ryan taking such a protective stance over me for so many years, no one really wanted to cross that line between me and him. I saw Ryan turn his head, a smile appearing as he saw me. "Hey kid," he said in a deep drawl. His voice had really changed over the last couple of years ... "How's your head feeling after yesterday?" I had drank probably a little too much last night at another party ... I'm pretty much known for being a light weight drinker.

I looked at him, my blue eyes twinkling in amusement beneath the errant tendrils of blonde hair that kept trying to fall into my face. I pushed one back behind my ear as my head tilted slightly to the left, an involuntary way I have always had of flirting without really knowing I was doing it. "You know me," I quipped, "I don't really get a hangover." And for the most part, I didn't. I usually just kept to my fruity drinks, even though I had heard that the alcohol content in them was higher than a beer but I usually stuck to just one, maaaaybe two at the most.

His lips upturned, gaping a little to show a line of white as his eyes focused on mine. I could totally get lost in his dark green penetrating gaze. I felt my stomach do a little flutter as I looked at him. Why couldn't he see me like I was now? "I'm always surprised," he said with a grin, "your body weight should make you pass out after one of your fruity little chick drinks there." And for emphasis, he nodded towards my bottle.

"Who said I didn't ever pass out?" I quipped back, tossing my blonde hair over my shoulder with a grin before slithering into the lap of one of Ryan's friends, knowing full well it drove them insane because I knew, if given the chance, they would cop a feel in an instant but wouldn't dare with Ryan watching. I looked at Ryan with a grin as I felt the guy's arm snake around my waist unceremoniously as he commented on the game on the big screen. "Still playing police, huh Ryan?" I teased him.

His gentle smile in my direction always made my whole insides turn into a pool of mush and now was no different as he said, "No ... watching out for the girl who always needed protecting since she was fourteen and a geek with horn-rimmed glasses." I knew he was borderline teasing me, tormenting me of the past that I so desperately wanted to just forget and I felt my whole body stiffen, causing the guy who's lap I adorned to look at me and then Ryan. 

Ryan looked unruffled as he sat sideways in the armed chair, his well muscled legs resting over the side as he looked at me sitting in Jon's lap, the guy's pained expression not unnoticed to have a gorgeous girl in his lap that he couldn't really touch. I frowned, hearing the guy that I secretly longed for refer to me as being a geek, seeing that no matter how much I try, he just isn't going to see me any other way. Sliding an arm around Jon's shoulder, I leaned in close to tease him, feeling Ryan's eyes watching as my young breasts crushed against the guy's chest as I said, "Do you think I look like a geek, Jon?"

Ryan frown some as a teasing smile kissed my moist, berry-stained lips. But then he flashed that gorgeous smile of his again as he laughed, saying, "You forget, Jon didn't know you in high school but hey, I can break out the pictures if you would like!" As I stiffened at his quip, little did I know just how interested he was in watching the way I was acting with Jon. Ryan actually knew me better than I had realized ... knowing how I loved to use guys in an innocent way and bend them to my will but he had, unknowingly to me, finally noticed that I was not the girl I used to be but was hoping that all of my innocence wasn't lost. He loved the girl that I used to be as much as the women that I had become but something held him back.

We had attracted a small crowd of onlookers with our teasing and I looked at him pleadingly before sliding out of Jon's lap, hearing the guy almost groan in protest or expel a sigh of relief as I had really started to cause an uncomfortable problem in his jeans. With a haughty toss of blonde hair, I moved further into the room to the dance floor beyond, not really sure how to come back to Ryan's comment about the pictures as my little entourage of girls fell in step behind me, some guys in tow.

Ryan bit his lip as he stared after Amanda's retreating form though not necessarily at her or the way her body moved. It was as if a part of him refused to see her as the woman she had morphed into. But rather, into space as it were only coming back around when Jon asked, "So how was she in high school?"

Shaking his head a bit to clear it, Ryan laughed a small laugh accompanied with a shrug as he said, "Just as testy as ever. Cute ... but not what you would call sexy. She's grown up ..." he finally admitted, letting his words trail off as he glanced again in the direction Amanda had gone.

I moved onto the dance floor with my Smirnoff, somewhat steamed from the whole idea that he would even THINK of showing everyone what I used to look like. In many ways I was still unsure of myself or even if I had outgrown that stage, mostly because guys seemed to take a hands-off approach with me. I wasn't sure if it was because they, themselves, were afraid of being rejected but maybe ... maybe I hadn't changed that much after all. I was still insecure and hadn't really had any experiences to mold my views of my body much differently so I concentrated, at least for tonight, on dancing these foreboding feelings away ... getting lost in the music and the flow of free drinks that surrounded me.

The hours seemed to slip away as we enjoyed the party in our own ways. Ryan spent most of his time mingling with the crowd ... duties as an officer of the fraternity I suppose, while I spent my time drinking and dancing away the thought of being a geeky dork the rest of my life. I hadn't really seen him in the last hour or so until, by chance, we wound up on the dance floor together. He had been dancing with an ex-girlfriend until she was taken by another guy when a slow dance came on and as he turned to leave, I turned as well, looking for my own new partner. We had almost collided and then just kinda stood there a moment, looking into each other's eyes as the lights began to dim and the music started.

I wasn't really sure what to say at first so instead a giggle erupted from the drinks and the nervous butterflies I could feel in my belly. "Wow, I'm sorry Ryan," I said, trying to make up for nearly plowing him over. I couldn't help notice the way other couples were snuggling in together, swaying to the music as their hands started to roam over their partner. In that moment, the mood of the whole dance floor shifted dramatically from playful antics to more of a sexy, laidback one. 

My eyes were drawn back to Ryan as his teeth worried with his bottom lip again, something he usually did when he was thinking seriously about something and then I was surprised when he offered his hands to me, his voice low as he said, "Dance?" I smiled a bit, suddenly glad I didn't have another drink in my hand as I slipped them into his. "I want to talk to you anyway," he added.

I glanced up at his handsome face with a wry smile as his fingers closed over mine. "What'd I do now?" I couldn't help but tease him some.

Ryan sighed softly before his smile appeared again. "Nothing," he said, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for bringing up your past. You're not that girl anymore." I couldn't help but look surprised at hearing those words come out of his mouth, my eyes on his handsome face. "The past is the past," he continued, "and let's not think about it ... not in the negative anyway." And then he smiled at me and I returned the smile as the butterflies took flight in my belly again and I moved instinctively closer in his arms as we began to dance.

I dared a glance up at him again for a moment, seeing his eyes on my face as my hands rested on his hips. We moved in time with the music and I followed his lead naturally. I basked in this moment with him for a moment before I finally said, "I know ... it's just ... weird. I don't know why I get so upset about it. I'm sorry for being such a baby sometimes."

One side of his mouth turned upwards into an ironic smile and I could feel it coming before it even came out of his mouth. "Why, you are a baby ... age wise," he teased. I couldn't help the frown even though I knew he just liked getting the best of me. Ryan had always liked teasing me when it came to being younger than him and I tore my gaze away from his smile to glance around at the couples dancing around us. I couldn't stop that part of me from wondering why no one ever saw me as someone that they would really like to be with.

My fingers tightened some on his hips involuntarily as I tried to tease back, but starting to feel very much alone as I say, "Yeah ... yeah, I know. I'll always be the baby where you are concerned."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him move his head to catch my gaze. "Hey, what does that mean?" he asked, a slight frown furrowing his brows.

I glanced back up, catching his eyes and then smiled a tiny, wistful smile before turning my head again to press my cheek to his shoulder. "Nothing", I whispered, not really knowing that I meant by it as well. More than likely it meant that a secret part of me had always followed him around because I wanted him to see me more than just that geeky younger girl that he had befriended. 

I could feel as well as hear his sigh as his arms wrapped tighter around me, pulling my body to his as the music continued its slow pace for a small while. "Well," he began, his voice soft to my ear, "when you want to explain it, you know I'm here to listen ... just like always." I relaxed some in his arms, lost in the moment I had with him and the dance. I could feel my mind whirling some from the effects of the alcohol and the dimly lit room, but mostly because of this overwhelming feeling I had for him to love me. 

I was confused at the swirl of feelings that were welling up inside of me, like the first time I had met Ryan and the crush I had developed. But I had hid it because he had always been more popular, more gorgeous than me and I had always felt inadequate even though he had gone out of this way to make me feel a part. As the song ended, I pulled away, saying, "I think I need something to drink", and before he could react, sashayed back across the dance floor, blowing a nonchalant kiss towards the d.j. I just needed to get away from him for a moment. I felt like I was gonna cry.

He called after her retreating form, "Just don't drink too much, you light weight!" and she just kinda waved a hand in the air as if to wave it off before catching a moving tray of Jell-O shots. Knowing better than to mix drinks but at the moment, I really didn't give a shit. It seemed like the perfect thing to do, considering how I was feeling.

Pulling off a couple of small cups, I downed them to the laughter of one the guys calling out, "Bottoms up, Amanda!"

With a grin, I tossed the empty cups at him before feeling the strong hands of yet another fraternity brother pull me down into his lap. "Wanna play, Mannie?" I heard him say as I looked down to see a game of quarters in progress. Ryan had been watching, the protective side in him coming out as he made a beeline for the game table. As I teetered on Chris' lap, he grabbed a beer and took a seat to watch.

I smiled softly at him ... I couldn't help myself. But then I blinked as I suddenly found the quarter in my hand. Chris' voice seemed to come from far away as he said, "Okay Mannie, let's see you get it in on the first try."

I grinned something like the Cheshire Cat from the old fairy tale, Alice in Wonderland, as I held the quarter up to my nose and leaned forward a bit, lining it up with the small glass filled with alcohol. Letting it roll off and sending a quick prayer upwards that it would bounce before actually making it into the glass so I could pass my round, a roar of laughter lifted into the air like a rocket taking off as it made it in. Licking my finger and cutting the air like a pro, I beamed proudly, saying, "No prob."

Ryan grinned as he took the quarter. "If that's what you call it," he smirked and easily made it into the glass, his turn passing by that quickly. "Better luck next time, right?" he quipped.

I cocked an eyebrow at him from across the table, taking it as a personal challenge even as the guy on whose lap I sat started to bounce me up and down some. I know I must have made a lovely looking face to accompany the way I was starting to feel the effects of the Smirnoffs and Jell-O shots. And then before I could calm my stomach, that damned quarter found its way back to my hand again as I tried desperately not to get sick from the dizzy spell I found myself having. I tried my tell-tale signature move again only to have the quarter bounce off the rim and onto the table. I grimaced as the chanting began; five shots of tequila suddenly pushed my way. "Mannie, Mannie, Mannie ..." It went on and on until I threw them back slowly, one by one.

Ryan sighed heavily as he resignedly watched her down the drinks, slowly this time before he said, "Take it easy, Amanda. You're mixing shots and those dumb fruit drinks. You're gonna ruin the new wood on the floor if you throw up." Like DUH ... why doesn't he ever tell me something I DON'T know! I knew he was teasing but as I looked at him from across the table over the rim of the last shot, the buzzing in my head was begging to grow louder than the music and antics of the party.

Teetering a bit on Chris' lap, I put down the last shot glass with a tremble hand as I whispered to no one in particular, "I think I'm gonna be sick." Trying to stand, Chris suddenly stood as well, his arm going around my waist as he must have seen this as a great excuse to get me upstairs.

"Here, lemme help you," he said, starting to guide my wobbling form across the floor towards the stairs that lead to the older fraternity brothers' bedrooms.

I never saw him move but suddenly Ryan was there, his hand strong on my arm as he looked into Chris' eyes, a subliminal message sent his way apparently because I felt his arm around my waist loosen. "Why don't you finish your turn?" Ryan said, gently pulling me closer. "It's your turn."

I was vaguely aware who was really helping me. I just wanted to get out of here. But I could feel Chris' arm tighten back around me momentarily, keeping me from going anywhere as he said in a low voice, "What's going on, Ryan? Amanda's not your girl." That was pretty much it for me. I had to get to a bathroom and NOW! Pulling away from them both, I hurried towards the stairs as the urge to hurl got the better part of me.

Ryan stepped between Chris and me as I teetered off. "She's about as close to a sister as I have, you dick! And drunk! If she wanted help she would have asked for it. Now, sit down!" The area around where we had been playing had gone completely quiet but Ryan's closest friends stood up off to one side, just in case.

"You can't go around scaring everyone off that even acts interested in her, Ryan," Chris retorted as he glanced to me for a moment and then back to Ryan before sitting down. "It's obvious to everyone that you are saving her for yourself. So either do something about it or get out of the way." And having said what, I was later told, a lot of people had been thinking for a while, he sat back down to finish the game. Apparently that left some tongues wagging and Ryan thinking as the party resumed to where it had left off. 


All Grown Up Ch. 01



A/N: Of course all characters who are sexually active are 18 or older. I'd like to thank my editor, kjplotts, for her help in making this story a better read, thanks Kira!

This isn't a quick story, I currently have about five to six chapters plotted out. There's a lot of background in this opening chapter and build up before the sex, which is voyeuristic in this first installment. If you are looking for more/quicker smut, skip to chapter two or read my other story. Otherwise please know that the characters will go through a lot and this chapter helps define how they behave and who they are.

(For clarity sake, unlike other stated in the Union, California schools do not have a "Sophomore" year in H.S.

7th-9th grade are 'Jr. High', Freshman, Jr. & Sr. are 'high school'.

All Grown Up, CH1: Growing Up Together

Amy Anastos and Sean Mills were inseparable from the day they met.

They were both six years old when Sean was placed with the upscale neighborhoods very unusual family. A foster home swarming with kids was not exactly the kind of neighbor that one expected to find in the midst of a wealthy gated community like Fox Run, deep in Southern California's affluent sunbelt.

The houses were all set on big lots which used the terrain and strategic placement of trees to give the impression of isolation from neighbors that were really only a hundred feet away. The "Anastos Estate" as Amy laughingly called her home was connected to Sean's via the backyard border. The youngsters found each other whilst wandering in their respective 'wilderness' shortly after he arrived. Both were loners even at that young age, yet they connected in one magical afternoon.

Sean's foster parents didn't demand to know where he went or who with, so long as he obeyed the House Rules. With seven other kids they had their hands full, so they demanded discipline. The Piiers Family Code was posted in every child's room and went as follows:

Rule 1: Home by curfew unless other arrangements or 1 week grounding. Rule 2: Passing grades in all subjects - come to an older kid for help or get help at school. No excuses for bad grades or grounding until the grade was passing.

Rule 3: Older kids must mentor a younger kid. If the younger kid was unable to get themselves lunch then the older kid had to be there for them or make arrangements ahead of time.

Rule 4: Older kids had to take turns helping out at supper which was the family meal. They could arrange for another kid to cover, but abuse would be punished.

Rule 5: Going along with 3 & 4, while lunch was either at school or fend for themselves (sandwich fixings were always plentiful) supper was mandatory unless prior arrangements were made.

There were two rules that didn't grace any wall hangings, and were only taught to those 12 and older:

Rule 6: Work. Whether it was fulfilling one of the jobs around the house (which they were paid for) or outside the house (which exempted them from housework), every kid 12 and up had to get a job. Not a cashier job or the like, but mowing lawns, a paper route or babysitting. They had to do something to begin to instill a work ethic. The fact that the older foster kids almost always took one kid under their wing made for an even larger 'family' feeling.

In fact, the Piiers were in their sixties and had been foster parents since they discovered they could not conceive. Their 'extended family' of foster kids numbered over a hundred and it was made clear that they would be able to rely upon others in the 'Piiers Family' just as it was clear that they should be ready to be relied upon.

Then the biggy.

Rule 7: No Sex. That was something they drilled into every kid starting at age 12, and they made it very clear that it wasn't a joke. They were not unkind, but the old couple stressed that too many of these kids were there because their parents were too immature to think of the future. They stressed that there was no such thing as safe sex for an unmarried person; further stating that the importance of sex was first of all making their spouse happy and second making babies.

The older couple that ran the home were good people, they just expected discipline and a good education to make up for personal attention. Is it any wonder that Sean had quite the hangup when it came to sex?

In contrast, Amy's parents were warm and very involved in her life. Although her dad, Glenn, worked long hours, his income allowed her mother Lydia to stay home and raise their only child. Within a week of their meeting, Amy's mother took Sean into their home and treated him like family. She was the caring parent that Sean had always wished he had in his life, having grown up in the foster care system.

As they moved through the following school year, the two endured the typical childish ridicule (Amy & Sean, sittin in a tree, K I S S I N G... and so on). The taunting came and went as they spent the next many years essentially glued at the hip.

They soon discovered that they both had a passion for nature and exploring the outdoors, and in their massive combined backyards they learned about different kinds of flora and fauna, and even learned how to prepare 'survival foods' while camping in 'their woods'. They felt very grown up, though they did hear Lydia come out and check on them once every night they camped out. It was during those warm summer nights that they learned the constellations and mapped star charts, and grew completely comfortable with one another.

Another trait that they shared was a love for learning. In fact, every time a new subject came up in school, one of the two would find a way to make it a project for them both. Their teachers pointed to these two kids as models of how to turn learning into a fun way to live. You can guess how many points that earned the pair with their classmates.

It was in fourth grade that several events took place that would shape their lives. In Biology Sean learned about the many ways that diseases used water as a medium of infection. That same semester he learned in Social Studies how millions of people died due to polluted water and in the same class he was taught that poor nations were often at the heart of many conflicts and wars.

He didn't know it, but his life as a biologist was established in those few lessons; he threw himself into various independent study projects with a lot of encouragement from his teachers. The budding scientist quickly became labeled as a 'geek', yet he couldn't care less. Sean wasn't the sort to be bothered by how people spoke about him. He had a few solid, reliable guy friends, and Amy. That was enough for him.

Amy on the other hand began drifting away from hard science and began becoming more and more of a social person. This change was not in reaction to being ridiculed for her 'relationship' with a 'nerd' like Sean, but rather due to her insights of how other kids' feelings that hurt her. She didn't like people to feel bad, so she talked to them. Thus the seeds were planted as Amy's path towards the class counselor began.

While they drifted away from the core subjects that interested one another, they still supported and were involved in everything the other was doing. Amy helped Sean with research and projects for hours on end, and Sean spent equal hours discussing the various relationships and issues that Amy was trying to help her classmates with.

That same year the terms boyfriend/girlfriend became more than just an idea. Their classmates comments stopped being the silly, childish ridicule of things they didn't understand, and became more snide and suggestive. Sean couldn't be bothered to listen, and Amy somehow intuited that everyone envied them as a couple that could just 'be'.

The innocence of youth could hardly be more ideal than their pairing up:

Sean: "Uhm, Amy, would you want to be my girlfriend?"

Amy: "I thought I was, silly."

Sean: "Ok then. Hey have you seen the latest..."

They spent hours talking about everything and anything, but when it came to the big talks on subjects like marriage, sex and family, it seemed they were simply putting voice to what they had already mutually decided.

They felt very grown up.

...

The Anastos's had long since accepted Sean into the family, he had a standing invite to any meal and was welcome any time of any day, even spending some rare time with just himself and Glenn. He truly felt at home and worked extra hard at maintaining his grades and following the Piiers family rules to get to spend time with them, though especially with Amy.

One night, during their sixth grade year, Sean was specifically invited to supper. Amy's parents gave the teens a short, but very clear speech which caught them off guard: they were having "the Talk".

The teens were mortified.

"Safe sex," Glenn began, his tone smooth and deliberate, "is a myth. Between fail rates of prophylactics and those times that they are forgotten in the heat of the moment, teen pregnancy and the spread of sexual diseases are almost guaranteed if kids have sex. There really is no safe sex besides no sex."

'Mortified' no longer even began to cover how the teens felt. But the speech wasn't over yet.

"Amy, Sean," Glenn continued, his tone becoming heavy and if possible even more serious, "you need to know that sex between people who are not mature can only lead to trouble. Almost no teen romance survives high school, and you two have years before you even get that far." Seeing the horrified looks upon both kids' faces, he stumbled a bit, his tone wavering as he continued. "I'm not saying that you are romantically involved!-" (at this point Glenn's nerves were obvious to all, and Lydia took over)

"Listen, what your father is trying to tell you is that love is not enough to make sex ok. You have to grow up and learn a lot about life before you can be sure who you want to spend your life with. If you have sex before you figure that out it makes the relationship very complicated and you stop focusing on anything else. It's those kinds of relationships that either lead to heartbreak or unplanned pregnancy - and that usually ends in heartbreak."

Taking a breath, Lydia looked each pre-teen in the eye before she delivered a heartfelt finish to the mythical 'Talk'... "Please believe me when I say that sex before you are adults almost always destroys the relationship."

Sean, for his part, heard two things: Lydia referred to Glenn as 'your father'. As in, both of their father. The first father he'd known, to go quite easily with the feeling of Lydia as his mother.

The second, and if possible even more powerful message was that if they had sex he could lose Amy. Combined with Rule 7, there really wasn't any more that needed to be said in Sean's mind.

Amy was mostly stuck in an emotional vortex centered on "I can't believe they talked about this in front of Sean!"

When Glenn suggested that Sean start spending his nights in the guest room when he slept over, as opposed to in Amy's room, nobody argued.

The year stretched into spring and the tension from "the Talk" seemed to have left a bit of giddy amusement in it's wake. Sean and Amy didn't talk about it, but any of their peers raunchy jokes made them share a private smirk at their ignorance.

Idyllic as it was, their lives went through their first tragedy within a month.

Amy's dad died in a car wreck, he fell asleep at the wheel and crossed the line into an oncoming truck. His death was immediate and changed the kid's whole world. Amy's mom withdrew into a shell of a woman. Amy spent most of her time taking care of her mother for the rest of that year, and Sean spent his time attending to Amy.

When Lydia finally emerged from her depression, she got a part time job to keep busy and for all appearances moved on with her life. But she was not the same woman; sometimes they could hear her crying at night. Amy and Sean were both heartbroken to discover that they couldn't fix 'their' mom.

Amy's drive to learn how to help people cope with suffering solidified into a life's goal.

That summer Sean got his first job, as a pool boy, a necessary service in the wealthy SoCal community. One of the oldest kids in his foster home was graduating the next year and began taking Sean around with him as an assistant to learn the job. Carl, the older boy, had managed to get a monopoly on every one of the eleven outdoor and seven indoor pools in the Fox Run development. It was not easy work, especially given the pace that he had to keep to ensure he had both happy customers and maintained the grades the foster parents demanded. But it paid fairly well and, as Sean soon discovered, kept him tanned and helped him develop some muscle tone.

As they grew into their teen years they both developed into attractive young people; each had their own unique appeal.

Amy was a bit above average height yet slender, with long, somewhat curly black hair which flowed down to her mid back. Her olive skin and expressive brown eyes both accented her natural beauty.

Sean was just inches taller than his lady, and his once pale skin was now a healthy tan from hours in the sun, likewise his brownish hair burnished a sun-bleached blonde. His wiry build was gradually filling with muscles; though he was far from "buff", he was toned and deceptively strong from regular hard work.

Amusingly, neither of the couple usually realized when they were being flirted with. They did however notice the attention that the other received from the opposite sex. Nobody knew how they managed to avoid jealousy, but they did: their trust ran almost a decade deep and was growing towards a future together. They didn't need anyone else and they didn't bother looking.

As intimacy went, the couple moved in fits and starts. Each new physical milestone was approached carefully, and then explored thoroughly. They were in no hurry, content just to hold hands even once they had discovered more 'interesting' activities. They were each others first kiss, first make-out, first everything short of making love.

When talk of intercourse did come up they had no question that they would be each others "first" in that most intimate of acts. They were very mature and knew that once they were adults the world of physical pleasure would be theirs to explore together.

It was the beginning of seventh grade that they made their relationship publicly official. Well, Sean did, capturing her heart even more securely by his method. The first day of classes he had lowered his tall frame to one knee and boosted her upon his back before she knew what was going on. He then raced down the hallway, shouting "Make way! Make way for my Queen!"

Amy was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe as students parted the way and stared in confusion or laughed at the outrageous stunt. When he set her down gently outside their homeroom another girl approached. Sherry, one of the few girls to have well developed breasts at this young age, sidled up and asked if she could have the next ride.

Sean's proclamation, right there in front of most of their class, made it official: "Sorry, I only give my girlfriend rides to class." While it was not repeated (the principal made it clear that another incident would result in suspension) the deed was done: Amy and Sean were a couple, and life went back to normal. Mostly.

Sean might not have seen it, but Amy quickly realized that she was the envy of most of the female population - and not just the seventh graders. Every girl wants to be treated that special, to be the one and only of in the eyes of the guy that they, well... loved.

She was the happiest girl in school, and he kept her feeling treasured all the way through to their junior year of high school. He couldn't afford grand gestures as he was saving most of his earnings for college, yet he didn't need to. With careful planning and imagination, he romanced her with notes, single fresh flowers and a host of other tender acts of love both public and private. At the same time, he kept her off balance with silly displays of affection and attention all through those five long and troubled teenage years.

In fact, in their perfect little world, their assumption went on to marriage and kids. They had gone so far as to discuss colleges and talk baby names; one afternoon they spent hours looking into the factors of deciding where was the best place to live to raise a family.

If anyone commented that it was strange that two young teens were planning a life together already, neither Amy nor Sean saw their point. They were together, and would be, they just had to get to the next step. Everything would be fine when they were grown up and could marry, then people would leave them alone and stop questioning their feelings for one another.

Even though the young couple were very happy with one another, the pressure to go all the way only seemed to escalate with each new year. Throughout high school the rumor mill alternated between stating that the couple had 'already done it' or conversely, they were ridiculed for having never gone farther than holding hands. Under this scrutiny Sean usually blushed and walked away, unless Amy was there. Amy simply smiled and talked her way out of the topic, pleased that her boyfriend relied upon her to do what she was good at, get to the true reasons behind teen angst.

While things moved along easily for the couple in most regards, the fact that their peers were sexually active did take it's toll. They both desperately wanted to take those last steps, but they were waiting. While they explored and enjoyed many physical encounters, Sean had an unbreakable rule about never removing his underwear. He assured her time and again that he was fine learning how to please her without reciprocation. The fact was that he knew very well that he'd never be able to stop once that last barrier was removed.

So it was that, with the decision to wait a given, they simply avoided talking about sex. It was their one "big secret", obvious to both of them yet carefully avoided. An agreement borne from childish innocence and reinforced by 'the Talk' for both of them and 'The Rules' for Sean.

Of course not everything was perfection. Several times throughout those high school years seemed to Sean as though Amy was taking care of everyone's problems to the exclusion of their relationship. Several times he had to convince her to back down a bit lest they never have any time for one another. Once, as Freshmen, Sean pointed out that most of her guy 'projects' were just trying to get close to her. After the resulting fight about 'his lack of faith in her', he left it unspoken from then on.

Instead, when a few quiet words with the guy in question were not enough, Sean found that having been at the receiving end of Carl, and a couple of his other 'older brothers' lessons - in inflicting pain - turnabout of those lessons were very effective. It was a side of himself that he was ashamed of and thus never revealed to his beloved.

Even if he didn't outright win a fight, he made his point. Word soon got out that Sean would defend his girlfriend, and wasn't afraid to hurt you if you tried to move in on her. Amy was somehow wise enough not to mention anything when he was bruised and battered. She may not want him to tell her who she could or could not help, but she wasn't ignorant to the way boys looked at her.

Meanwhile, other than a few of his 'talks' with her more amorous 'projects', Sean was very supportive of her helping whoever was in need. She realized fairly early that her boyfriend gave her the strength to be there for others, which she felt compelled to do from deep within. For her it was one more way that she knew that Sean and she were meant to be together.




All Grown Up Ch. 01



Tenth grade saw a bit of a change come over Amy. She had found her mother's 'toy' and accidentally lost her physical virginity. After talking with a few older girls she felt better about the 'normality' of her actions, and they even helped her get her own 'toys'.

With her increased activity she actually seemed even more hungry for Sean's touch. For the first time she began to subtly pressure her boyfriend to go all the way but he was resolute. Amy could get Sean to do almost anything for her, but on this subject he would not budge.

It was in their Junior year that she finally broke down, desperately trying to overwhelm his resolve. One afternoon while Lydia was at work, the teens were making out and pushing the boundaries. She had all but convinced him to make love to her when he suddenly jumped up and made to leave.

Stammering apologies, the young man was casting around for his pants when she grabbed him by the wrist, looking pleadingly into his eyes.

"Why Sean? Why can't we, just this once, I need you so bad!" She whined, standing to press her nakedness against his lean body. She could feel him shudder at the contact, his arms rapidly encircling her and pulling her even closer, his breath ragged.

Drawing in a deep breath, Sean's voice was still unsteady as he replied, "You know why. You remember what mom said. You know our rules, my rules. I don't want to lose you!" he finished, gazing into her eyes with a mixture of passion and determination.

Feeling the moment slipping away, Amy became desperate. Her body was still on fire from the way he touched her. He had brought her over the edge time and again and she was exhausted in one way, and yet her body hummed with a raw need despite being satisfied.

Out of frustration, she thought that she could blackmail him into submission. Drawing on her knowledge that he was secretly very embarrassed by his giving her a ride in seventh grade, she went for the kill:

"If you won't make love with me then you have to carry me through the halls like you did in seventh grade, dressed just like you are now!" She had huffed, pouring all of her emotions into convincing him that she was truly upset. In fact, now that she had spoken the words, she felt rather foolish, and yet...

The fact that he was clad only in his underwear made her feel confident in her ploy.

Sean got three days suspension for it, but the next school day he roared as he dipped under Amy's legs and scooped her up, shocking her as she had her back to him. Just as he had five years previous, he strode down the hall with her perched on his shoulders, calling out: "Make way! Make way for my Queen!" Then he set her down in front of Home Room, just as gently as the first time, his face set in a resolute stare that only she understood. He stood before her clad only in his grey and blue BVD's, oblivious to the cheers of the males and appreciative calls and whistles of their female classmates surrounding them.

It couldn't have blown up in her face any worse: Not only would Sean no longer take things as far with her intimately for several months, but for the first time since seventh grade she had genuine competition for the attentions of her man.

Till that point, Sean had never gotten a lot of female interest. Although he had shed the 'nerd' stigma with his great tan, good looks and genuinely friendly disposition, none of that really mattered as everyone knew he was "spoken for". More to the point he never gave any girl attention but Amy.

However, allowing her classmates to see his finely chiseled body - along with putting his rather large package on display - had ended up making him suddenly very popular and her terribly jealous.

For his part Sean was mostly bemused. He continued to remind her regularly and in many silly and romantic ways that she was the only woman for him.

It wasn't his affections that she was nervous about. Over the next few weeks Sean got a lot of attention from attractive classmates from seniors on down to a few brave freshmen. They approached him with not-so-veiled innuendo; even a few of her 'friends' asked if they were exclusive!

Amy was very careful to make sure he was not on his own at school at all for the next month before she felt things had calmed down.

It wasn't that she was always nagging him. They really did enjoy just spending time with one another. She had learned through her many impulsive attempts to push boundaries just where his limits were and was usually, if grudgingly, content to take care of herself. She did wonder if her own sex drive was so much higher than his, but then again she mused that he worked a physical job which probably worked off a lot of his 'frustration'.

The fact that they were both extremely busy helped to keep tensions down immensely. Between his job, Antony (his Piiers family 'little brother') and a steady course load of elective science courses, Sean didn't have a lot of free time on his hands. His peers saw him as geeky, his obsession with water purity and availability well known. Just as in middle school, Sean's passion for the subject had his high school teachers scrambling to find ways to provide him with resources. At this higher level, they urged him on with extra credit, Honor's courses, college credit- anything to encourage the young man they were so impressed with.

Amy's distraction came from her social nature. She was equally sure what she wanted to do with her life, she was very outgoing and seemed to be able to talk to anyone about anything. People easily picked up on this and even as a young teen Amy seemed to find ways to get people to talk. From her teachers to friends of friends, the lithe brunette had a gift for getting people to open up. Her teachers began encouraging her to look into counselling or even psychiatry as a career.

As their Junior year wore on the debacle of Amy's attempted blackmail faded to the background. During the rare times they had privacy their passion was easily stoked. They were more and more daring, without going all the way. The couple struggled to keep from crossing the line, pulling back at the brink time after time. They eventually turned it into a game, pushing the envelope, without completely losing control... it was a maddening and glorious time for them.

Amy turned eighteen in early March of their Junior year. Sean would turn in late-May, both were a year behind their peers for different reasons. As if reading their thoughts, Lydia sat the teens down and had a 'refresher talk' about sex dominating relationships and how it usually destroyed them.

Amy's growing desires were unquenched by the tactic, but Sean took Lydia's reminder quite seriously. So seriously in fact that they had a major fight when he was unwilling to go farther than make out with her on her birthday: he seemed to be sure she was going to jump his bones. The dark haired girl had never been more frustrated in her life. The fact that he had read her intentions so clearly made her all the more irritated.

They got past the fight with a lot of tenderness, apologies from both sides and an agreement that they were not ready to 'go all the way, yet', which put Sean at ease. However Amy could hardly wait till he would stop making her wait. Her 'relief sessions' took more and more of her time, and she began to wonder if she might have a problem. For the first time she had a secret from her boyfriend, she never told him about how often she masturbated, let alone how her 'online research' had turned into a full blown porn addiction.

The fact that less than three months remained until Sean was 'legal' was a looming issue. They had separately entertained thoughts of how to celebrate the coming landmark, yet in a move uncommon for them they never openly discussed it.

Despite Amy's 'hunger', both teens were nervous about taking that final step into a sexual relationship, Sean was especially mindful of 'the Talk'. Thoughts of sex seemed to immediately be associated with losing Amy. He knew it wasn't rational, and his control was sorely tested by his gorgeous - and constantly horny - girlfriend. Yet he couldn't quite get past that fear.

Amy was even more conflicted. She had moved past her hangups about sex ruining their relationship, yet she knew the control it had upon Sean and she was smart enough to know it would hurt him to push it. Most of the time... when they were dressed anyways.

Her self-exploration had only led her to want more, and her admiration for Sean's dedication was an old and weak argument when her body heated up. She honestly wondered if she could wait until he turned eighteen, even though they had yet to confirm that they were going to go all the way as soon as they could 'legally'.

Before that fateful date approached, in fact a mere two weeks after Amy turned 18, another major event took place that changed the course of the young couple's lives. Earlier that year, Amy's mom had found a man. Actually, it was more that a man found her, and he pursued her doggedly; he needed to as she was usually very good at avoiding male attention.

At 39, Lydia Anastos was still a beautiful woman and as such was well practiced in brush off lines. Yet this man was not to be dissuaded, and she finally assented to date her persistent suitor.

Both of the Anastos ladies were quite attractive. Now that she was nearly grown up, Amy displayed the beauty she would carry into adulthood. She looked a lot like her mom, only not as well developed in either her chest or her hips.

They both had unblemished light olive complexions, with classically beautiful faces that caused many heads to turn. Their large, expressive brown eyes were surrounded with thick lashes and they had wide lips under a pert nose.

The daughter's recent growth spurt finally matched her mom's 5' 10" height. Mother and daughter alike were lithe and slender with long, slightly curly, jet black hair that almost touched their shapely, tight bottoms.

Lydia had considerably more up top, and Amy couldn't wait for her own 'champagne glass tits' to develop more like her mother's breasts, which were more than a handful, yet rode firmly high on her chest. Amy's own sensitive nipples were bigger than pencil erasers and pointed somewhat upwards. Her small breasts narrowed to points much the way her mom's did which gave her hope for 'more to come'.

Sean had no clue what his folks had looked like, having been orphaned very early and bounced around the foster care system until arriving in Fox Run. He was hoping to get that last inch to six foot, but being a mere inch taller than his love was not a big deal to either of them. He was thankful that Amy was just self-conscious enough of her height to dislike heels.

The young man still didn't pack a lot of bulk on his lean muscular frame, and his once brown hair was now mostly sun-bleached blonde. One of Amy's favorite features were his hazel eyes, which she said were very intense when he became aroused. His strong jaw, combined with the way he squinted when he smiled made Amy think of Jason Bateman, who she considered very attractive.

Amusingly, when she told him this, he immediately responded that she reminded him of Marion Cotillard... he had to google a picture of the French actress on his phone before she'd let it go. At least she was flattered, though not comparing her to a super famous model seemed like the worst insult he'd managed to stumble into in years. He'd never understand Amy's insecurity about her looks.

One evening in early April, Lydia formally invited Sean to the family's first meal with her boyfriend, Steven Stanton. In fact, he had a college aged daughter who he brought to the event as well. Steven was quite impressed with how attentive Sean was to Amy as well as respectful to both he and Lydia. His own beautiful daughter Brittany teased the young couple, yet never caught the young man's eye, which was perhaps more impressive still. The five of them had a great first 'family meal', though Lydia thought Brittany might have actually been jealous of Sean's devotion to his girlfriend.

The evening was capped off by Steven getting down on bended knee; Amy and Sean missed the rest of the scene as they stared longingly at one another with matching happy smiles.

Lydia and Steven encouraged their daughters to get to know one another, arranging times for them to go shopping and hang out as the next few weeks went by.

Brittany was Amy's opposite in many ways, the most easily apparent was physically. Where Amy was tall, dark and lithe, Brit was quite a bit shorter, brassy blonde and voluptuous. She was the one person Amy had not been able to get a read on, even when they spent hours together.

Amy felt that Brittany was very mature - she was twenty-two and a junior in college - and so worldly, speaking different languages and wearing designer clothing. Yet her soon-to-be sister was almost the picture of the bubbly blonde in public, which she explained as 'self defence'. Amy thought she understood, but was too embarrassed to ask for clarification.

The two girls got along quite well, and as the weeks marched towards spring and the big event, they easily agreed: their parents were completely smitten with one another. While the couple had announced their engagement after dating only two months, and planned to marry immediately, their girls didn't feel it was rushed - they were happy for their parents.

The only fly in the ointment was Brittany's view of Sean. She called him Amy's 'boy', and had to be asked to stop when she kept telling Amy she could do so much better.

Sean never realized that by ignoring Brittany in favor of his girlfriend, he had made an enemy. Sean never told Amy about the times that Brittany flirted with him - and twice even groped him - he was afraid that it would only cause problems, so he just avoided the older blonde figuring she would be off at college and not part of their lives soon enough.

Another issue - at least for Amy - was sex, or her unfulfilled hunger for it. She was finally eighteen and still waiting, but more to the point, her mom and Steven made love quite often, beginning only a week after they became engaged. She couldn't help hearing them, and of course not being able to do anything but masturbate endlessly was straining her patience with Sean. She even tried using their activity to influence Sean, but his argument that they were twenty years older shot her down cold.

The sex she could hear several nights a week was anything but cold. The first time she heard them she was embarrassed. Soon she was curious, however her voyeuristic impulses were muted at first by the speeches. As the weeks passed her resolve was weakened by the couple's vocal encounters.

When her parents had made love they were just down the hall from Amy's room, and she could hear them clearly as Lydia was often loud in her passion.

Perhaps to avoid just that issue, her mother and her fiance only had sex in the sun room, which was on the other side of the large, spacious house from Amy's bedroom. The southern side of the house had a large, two-floor room which contained reflective windows stretching all the way to the second floor ceiling. It had a full bar on one end and the perimeter was filled with plants. The dominant feature however was a large pillow-pit in the middle from which you could watch TV, eat from the floor-level tables or just lounge.

It was here that the couple would throw away their usual restraint and 'fuck like bunnies' as Brittany would put it. Amy didn't have the heart to tell her mother that their change of venue from her bedroom made it easier, not harder for Amy to hear them. Whether it was the A/C vents or the acoustics of the hallways, the teen heard every moan and lustful gasp as if they had left a porn channel blaring in her hall.

The new couple's ardor was especially loud one night after they had finished off a couple of bottles of wine with supper and Amy simply couldn't stand it any more. Stealing up the stairs, she padded down the carpeted second floor hall and past her soon-to-be step-sisters room. That brought her up short. If she could hear them so clearly, what must Brit be exposed to? Amy tried to remember if Brit had said she was going back to college or staying here for the night, but was unsure. Deciding that she must be gone - likely on another hot date - the teen turned her attention to the open doorway at the end of the hall.

Startled by a shriek of pleasure, Amy's reservations were thrust aside as she hurried to the arch and slipped quickly to the side. She knew the layout well, having grown up in this house, and the view to the hall from below was blocked by a massive fern, which she planned on hiding behind and watching the action.

Settling into the foliage, Amy's jaw dropped as she beheld live sex for the first time; it was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Bathed in moonlight, Lydia was slowly rising up and then dropping back down upon Steven's lap. The teen didn't see much of his cock, but she'd spent enough hours surfing porn for 'release' to be quite aware of their appearance. She'd also spent enough time with Sean stripped down to his briefs to be quite confident that she was a very fortunate girl... well, would be... someday. Shoving aside that frustrating topic, Amy returned to the show in front of her.

Lydia was pounding herself frantically up and down now, her full, pointy tits swirling and bouncing in time. Steven's hands were divided between grasping her by the hip and grabbing a handful his lover's breasts. Her mom shrieked again, arching her back and throwing her long hair around in the throes of passion. Amy had the fleeting thought that her mom was sexier than any of the porn stars she'd watched as the woman wound down until she collapsed upon her fiance's chest.

Steven rolled his lover over carefully, then settled in between her legs to lick and slurp - the sounds carried clearly to Amy's blush-reddened ears. She'd watched much more graphic scenes on the internet, but this was real!

His oral attentions went on for a few minutes, until Lydia seemed to recover and disengage from Steven's mouth, turning about and getting into a '69' position. The two seemed very happy with one another's efforts, and the giggles and grunts made the teen feel a different kind of warmth. She hoped she could have this kind of love some day and wondered if Sean would be a passionate lover. He seemed to take great pride in giving her orgasms, yet kept himself so carefully in check... new noises from below jerked her out of her reverie.

The couple didn't stay in 'play mode' long, as gasps soon replaced giggles and the grunts became more urgent groans. Lydia began yelling and groaning with her mouth full of cock, her back rippling and her shoulders hunching in her orgasm even as she kept trying to jack off the dick in her hands with just his head on her tongue.

He'd been fairly quiet up to that point, but it didn't take her long to change that. A few minutes of long, slow, noisy sucking had him bucking his hips and the teen was fascinated by the erotic noises her mother made deep in her throat - she seemed to enjoy giving head a lot!

Then Lydia suddenly went into overdrive, her head bobbing up and down at a furious pace, Steven's pleading moans sounding almost painful to the voyeur. Finally his passionate cries turned into more of a frantic panting sound, and her mom responded by pushing her head down to swallow her man's rod whole. Her own breath was ragged as she peered down upon the lovers, and then Amy began to hear a vulgar gulping sound from the semi-darkness. She felt a surge of wetness between her legs and had to grip the banister as her legs went weak - she'd orgasmed just watching them!

Steven called out "Lydia!", and it sounded equal parts warning and praise as the sound bounced around the large room. The teen watched all the more closely, this was it, the big moment that she had seen done in so many ways in so many videos. She watched fascinated as her mother's head bobbed up and down a few inches on her fiance's cock, keeping it lodged all the way in her throat. Would her mom swallow? Would it be like the porno's and he'd spray all over her face?




All Grown Up Ch. 01



She had no more time to wonder as her mom seemed to pull back to take one deep breath, then dive forward again. Amy almost cursed aloud at the crappy lighting that kept her from seeing any details. She could clearly hear the slurps and Steven's panting, grunting moans that finally drew out into one long loud groan. Not long after his groans turned to sighs, Lydia pulled back, taking another breath and then plunged downward again, her head once again bobbing, sucking noisily and energetically.

Amy got a quick glance in the moonlight as the clouds cleared just as she sat back, his spit-coated prick glistening, standing half-upright before her; her mom was getting him hard again!

Amy's breath was already harsh, already building for another climax and she couldn't even remember when she'd slipped her fingers into her panties. After another few minutes of her oral ministrations, Lydia's lover quickly pulled away, picked her up like a ragdoll and kissed her fiercely, then tossed her face down on the pile of pillows. She had barely settled from the bounce when he was upon her. The teen caught a perfect view of his juicy looking prick, shining silver in the moonlight as he slammed it into her mother's snatch from behind, Lydia practically howled out a moan.

Steven began pounding away like a man possessed. Each slam forward was accompanied by a grunt from her mom and a pump of her own sticky finger into her needy teen pussy; she was fucking herself in time to the couple just twenty feet away.

Suddenly the clouds completely cleared, and there, bathed in sharply contrasting light, was a sight Amy would never forget: Her mother, the strict disciplinarian and sometimes silly friend who worked so hard to be happy and smile through any trial - that woman was face down, ass up in the air and she was taking a pounding that would make any porn star proud.

For that matter, Steven looked the part as well, crouching behind his betrothed, the sweat streamed like mercury rivers down his back and flanks as he rammed into her, his cock looking like a luminescent snake that plunged over and over into the inky darkness of Lydia's shadowed pussy.

Both were grunting with each impact, but Lydia was beginning to make a new sound... she was beginning to growl! The low, rolling 'arrrs' between each feral release were growing closer together. It was beginning to sound more like a chant, a sensual, erotically charged mantra that Amy found herself desperately wanting to join in.

She couldn't help but moan, and was terrified to hear how loud it sounded, yanking her left hand from her aching nipple to clasp over her own mouth - not that the rutting couple could have heard her.

Amy sagged in relief only to tense up once again, hearing another moan from right beside her!

Ripping her right hand from her sodden panties, the teen almost fell over as she turned to see Brittany, her own hand in her shorts, peering through the foliage to watch their parents going at it like professional porn talent.

For her part, Brittany merely turned her big blue eyes slightly to the younger brunette and whispered, "Don't stop on my account, it's just getting good!" Then the blonde turned her attention fully back upon the show, grabbing a handful of her own large tit through her nightshirt and squeezing as she gazed at the lovers.

Amy was struck by the look upon Brit's face. Her eyes were always either wide open in mirth or scrunched mischievously. Not now, now they were dark and intense, perfectly matching the look of pure lust on her beautiful round face.

Shocked into inaction at first, Amy finally caught herself staring at the blonde, turned and fled. She found herself locked in her bedroom and under her covers before she could really think again.

Brittany had obviously watched their parents before, her words cemented that fact. She had seen Amy masturbating and didn't seem to care at all. The teen remembered with sudden clarity the way the blonde had her own heavy breast gripped in one hand, rubbing her nipple through the cotton while her other hand was buried in her terrycloth shorts, no doubt plunging in and out of her pussy. She remembered the smells, sights and sounds of her mom and Steven... and then she spasmed as an orgasm shook her whole body, taking her by surprise.

Shaking as she came down, Amy suddenly felt as though tossed in a maelstrom of emotions. The young woman most easily identified guilt among them and she latched upon it with desperation. Despite the couple's continued amorous - and vocal - activities, Amy wasn't going to risk getting caught. She didn't want her mom getting mad at her or being disappointed with her, and she was scared at how she had reacted.

The teen was also confused as hell about Brittany. The dark haired girl was both relieved and strangely anxious as the following weeks passed and she never had any meaningful conversation with the older blonde about it... any of it. Much like her avoidance of the subject with Sean, there was still a schism of tension at the oddest times.

After a whirlwind romance Lydia married Steven in early May, the weekend before school let out for the summer. With school scheduled to be out so soon, the couple decided to take the girls with them on their honeymoon, using it as a way to bond the new family before the girls became busy in their own lives, both entering their senior years. The trip would still afford the newlyweds with plenty of privacy as they toured the Mediterranean coast of Europe after a cruise from Florida to Spain.

Of course Sean could not have gone, even had he been asked. He had a business to run that was busiest during the summer months as well as summer courses that were even more arduous than a normal class schedule.

Amy teased her man that she would return with an 'all over tan' and that she would eat so much rich food that her butt would finally fill out and "maybe she would even grow some boobs". Sean shook his head. He knew she was very insecure about her chest but he loved her, and as far as he was concerned she was perfect. Her thick pointy nipples were super sensitive and when, or if, she developed more breast size it would only give him more to play with - not meet some expectation, not for him anyway.

They avoided the real issue. She would be gone nine days before his eighteenth birthday. With everything else that the couple was so open about, this one subject seemed somehow too big to talk about. Even had they decided to push up the date - assuming they finally decided to have sex before she left - they found that they had no time.

The flurry of end-of-year testing, preparing to take such a major trip and having to help her mom deal with the wedding and it's aftermath (who knew so much work was required After a wedding?) left them with no private time at all.

Even through all of this Sean was at the house helping however he could - getting plenty of praise from Lydia for being the "perfect son" as usual, with the added element of having to dodge Brittany's regular advances.

The pressure the teens placed upon sex along with years of expectations and assumptions made them come just short of talking about it time and again. That hesitation would cost them everything.

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Amy finds out what partying in the Med with Brittany leads to in Ch 2, Like a Grown Woman



All Grown Up Ch. 01



"Gonna make it upstairs okay?"

I felt him standing in front of me as I sunk down on the bottom step of the stairs and leaned over some to hug my knees. Rocking at that point seemed like a good idea to try to stop the turmoil going on inside of me. I managed to say, "I ... I don't think so," and hugged my knees closer. I could feel my blonde hair spilling out across my shoulders to pool some on the floor around my feet.

Ryan squatted down in front of me and I could feel his gentle hand brush some of my hair back from my face some as he said, "Why don't you just camp out in one of the downstairs bathrooms then? I'll be around if you need anything."

I managed to nod, gulping in some fresh air to calm my stomach. I knew I shouldn't have mixed drinks but stupidity got the best of me that night. "I'm just gonna sit here for a little bit and be still." More than anything, I just was trying to control the urge to just throw up and get it over with.

He squeezed my hand gently in reply. "Okay," he said softly, the hint of a smile in his voice. "I'll be around," and with that, he stood up and walked over to some of his friends sitting on the couch closest to where I sat.

As he sat down, one of his closest friends looked at him before asking, "So, what's the story, Ryan?"

Ryan looked at him, a confused look on his face but at the same time, having a feeling he knew exactly what his friend meant. "Whatd'ya mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean," said Alex. "What's going on with you and Mannie?"

And with that simple statement, Ryan began to open his thoughts to them, since they were his closest friends in the fraternity. He tried to explain how, in his mind, we were just too close to be anything other than friends. He managed to let out that he did want something more in a round about way but then changed abruptly to vent about how he wasn't the one trying to protect me but that I was doing it myself. Something about how I was protecting myself by never making a move on a guy "officially" unless I was drunk. Of course, I never hear this from Ryan himself, but it managed to get back to me later.

I leaned some against the railing of the stairs, starting to feel a bit better but knew that I better lay off the drinks and dancing for a bit. Looking up, I saw one of my friends coming close with a steaming cup of coffee. "Damn, Amanda," she managed to say, scolding me at the same time. "You kinda went off the deep end tonight. Ryan's really getting to you, huh?"

I looked at her with this incredulous confused look on my face as I reached out to the coffee mug from her hand. "Whad'ya mean? Ryan's got nothing to do with it," I managed to retort. But she only gave me one of those "knowing" smiles and headed off in the other direction. I spent the next ten minutes slowly sipping on the coffee that she left, glancing over to where Ryan continued to sit with his buddies. I could tell by the look on his face that the conversation he was having was not really making him happy and I couldn't help but wonder if it was somehow about me.

Thinking I must look a mess, I decided now was as good of a time as any to try standing. Steadying myself with the railing, I slowly stood, taking a deep breath before I slowly started up the stairs to the nearest bathroom to freshen up some.

Ryan noticed a bit later that Amanda had taken off but assumed that she had gone to one of the downstairs bathrooms. He made his way upstairs, all the arguing with his friends starting to frustrate him and he walked unknowingly into the bathroom next to the one where Amanda was to wash his face. Taking a deep breath to steady himself with his hands on the sink, he stood quietly looking in the mirror at himself, letting his mind wander to Amanda. 

Splashing a bit of cold water on my face, I used my fingers to comb through my hair as I looked into the mirror for a moment. "I must not have changed much," I said softly to myself. "He still sees me as this gangly, geeky little sister."

Ryan happened to pass right by the open door to the girls' bathroom as I spoke and I turned slightly to catch the frown on his face as he leaned against the framework of the door. "Last time I checked, you were neither geeky or my little sister," he said.

I wasn't sure what to say. I'm sure that my face registered the shock I felt at seeing him there and I could feel my eyes widen as a soft blush kissed my cheeks. "Ryan," I managed to say, "Where did you come from?"

He turned his head some, thumbing back over his shoulder and down the hall. "Uhh, the hallway?" he teased as his head turned back to me, sporting that grin that I loved on his face. "Or, were you talking about Chris?" He stood some like he was going to leave, amusement dancing in his eyes as he saw yet another chance to get my goat. "I can go get him if you want. He seems to want you pretty bad."

I just looked at him for a moment, highly embarrassed that he had caught me wishing things were different between us. Getting a serious look on my face, I managed to somehow say, "If you don't think I'm geeky or see me as a sister, then how come you don't ever ..." I faltered a moment, not really sure what it was that I wanted to say. "You know ..."

Ryan shook his head gently, laughing as he walked into the bathroom where I was and reached out for my hand to bring to his lips. "Hit on you?" he finished for me.

I could feel the blush growing hot in my cheeks as I watched his lips move over my hand. All I could do was nod, somewhat speechless for the first time around a guy. I couldn't help but wonder why with him I was suddenly turning so shy. "Yes," I managed to whisper.

Ryan arched his eyebrow. "Yes? Just yes?" he asked. "What happened to the girl grinding into half my fraternity brothers, right before standing up and leaving them all aching with a hard on?" I could see the amusement dancing in his gorgeous eyes.

My mouth dropped some as I just looked at him. "I wasn't ... GRINDING into anyone!" I protested but the look on his face was enough to scare me into thinking maybe I had pissed him off a bit. I was curious. I wanted to know what he really thought. My head tilted slightly before adding with a soft voice, "Are you jealous?"

His smile went kinda lopsided as he quipped back, "Yes you were." And then after a moment, added, "Maybe a little ..."

"Maybe a little jealous or maybe a little grinding?" I pushed for an answer.

"Jealous," he admitted, lifting my hand again to his lips.

I couldn't help but smile as he held my hand to his lips. My fingers reflexively reached out to touch them as if they were my own, gently caressing them in a soft touch as my own lips seemed to part naturally. At that moment I wanted him to kiss me more than anything. "Maybe I did it on purpose," I admitted.

"Oh?" Ryan said, both his eyebrows arching at her words. "So, what you're saying," he said, letting go of her hand slowly and walked to her side, his gaze locked with her as he moved in behind her, his fingers moving to caress the nape of her neck gently, "is that you've had feelings, but never told me. Instead, you have aimed for five years to drive me into a jealous rage?" He smiled to himself as his fingers moved from her into her hair. 

I shivered helplessly, a soft mewing sound erupting as I felt his hands on the back of my neck and hair. The sensation alone sent a tremble down my spine as I barely choked out, "Well you never acted jealous ..." It felt like my legs were going to buckle beneath me.

Ryan sighed softly as he sat on the countertop and I joined him. He bent over some, his arms resting on his knees as he turned his head to look at me. "No, I guess I haven't been jealous per say ... more like protective of people taking advantage of you," he tried to explain. "I've just always hoped you would find someone you liked and that was good enough for you. In high school, I had a girlfriend, so you were always just ... my best friend." He stopped for a moment, our eyes meeting and I offered a small smile as he continued. "College ... it's been different. But I still cared tons about you. I guess it's just been this year that I've really noticed the changes in you."

I looked at him. My legs still trembled some just from his simple touch and I was glad to be sitting down as I searched his face for a moment. A soft smile touched my lips as I admitted, "Well, I've noticed you far longer than just this year."

He moved a hand to my knee, rubbing it gently with his fingers as he glanced down for a moment. "Well now that we have this out in the open, do you want to go back downstairs, or what?" he asked.

I felt my gaze go to his hand on my knee and then to his face. I could feel my heart pounding a million miles a minutes. "What if I said that I didn't want to go back downstairs?" I ventured, watching his face for a reaction.

He shrugged some, his face not revealing any emotion as he said, "Well, you've crashed in my room before. You're more than welcome to do it again." And then he smiled at me, a glimmer appearing in his eyes as he added, "Although tonight, I don't plan on sleeping somewhere else." 

I felt a flutter in my belly, knowing exactly what his unspoken words could mean. I momentarily thought about how I had never been with a guy before but also knew that he had no way of knowing that or ... maybe he did. My hand reached out, covering his with mine on my knee as our fingers laced together. "I don't want you to sleep anywhere else," I finally admitted in a soft voice.

He smiled and leaned close to me, his lips gently touching mine as our eyes met. "I'm not ... suggesting anything serious," he said, genuinely concerned about my well-being. "I'm not trying to get into your pants or bra," he said with a grin. "I just like the idea of ... well, being with you. Whatever that entitles."

My heart felt like it was going to fly right out of my chest through the way of my throat as he leaned into kiss me. I suddenly turned to him, one hand reaching up to slide over his cheek as I leaned into the kiss, pressing mine fully to his. I hoped that he could feel just how much I wanted to be with him as my lips parted for his tongue.

He kissed me back, deeply at first and then after a few moments let his tongue search out mine. Ryan's mind was reeling as his heart jack hammered inside his chest. I couldn't help but moan softly into his mouth, having experimented with some boys before but never letting it get too far and NEVER with the feelings that I had about Ryan. I was trembling as my tongue darted out to taste his for the first time.

Ryan smiled ever so gently as he turned on the water beside us, filling his hand and then suddenly, in a light moment to break the tension that was between us, splashed it onto my shirt as he broke the kiss. I gasped sharply as he pulled away and stood up with a grin. The moment was broken and gone as I looked down, horrified as the water stain quickly revealed my hardening nipples beneath the braless top. I could tell by the incredulous look on Ryan's face that he was very appreciative of the sudden view I was giving him.

"Ryan!" I screamed.

He laughed hard, grabbing a towel and tossed it at me as he shook his head. "Hey, that's YOUR fault! I was just playing. You're the one ... yeah," he grinned, leaving the sentence hanging as his gaze fell on my basically transparent top and the clear outline of my young breasts and hard nipples.

I scrubbed furiously at my shirt, knowing it wasn't about to help. I was so embarrassed that he could see just how much his kiss had affected me. "Look what you did!" I exclaimed.

He shrugged like he was the innocent one in all of this before he pulled me into a tight hug. "There," he teased, kissing me again as he held me close against his chest, "now I can't see them."

I pouted some but got quickly lost in the swirling fog that accompanied his kiss, my wet t-shirt pressed hard against his chest as my arms wrapped around him. The towel in my hand dropped to the ground behind us before the door to the bathroom suddenly flew open for us to be greeted by, "Damn! Get a room already."

We both broke into laughter, glancing up to see one of Ryan's buddies grinning in the doorway. Our lips were still pressed together as he reached out and slammed the door back in the guy's face. "No privacy, I tell ya." 



All Grown Up Ch. 02



** Author's note: Per my readers' feedback, I realized that what I had tried with a combination of 1st/3rd person perspective with this story just didn't work. (See? Feedback DOES help as long as it is constructive! LOL) So I've made the changes and promise to make it back to my original piece to edit as well. Thanks for the support and keep up the praise! simply_cyn

They somehow made it across the hallway to Ryan's room in the fraternity without being seen. Laughing and smiling, they leaned against the closed door, locking it behind them before Ryan looked out the peep hole with a playful grin. "I feel like we just egged a professor's house or something," he said, glancing at Amanda before adding, "Just like we used to do."

She laughed softly, moving to stand near the bed as she watched him. Her eyes couldn't help but roam his body reflexively, shivering some from the chill of the air conditioning as she stood in the wet wife-beater tank top. Smiling, hearing his words and suddenly remembering all the good times they used to have, she said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. I feel like I'm about to get caught doing something wrong …" Amanda's voice trailed off some as she wondered again if he knew just how new all this was going to be for her.

Ryan turned, his gaze meeting hers before his eyes traveled up and down her body. He was amazed by what was suddenly happening. He was unsure of how this was going to end but the last thing he wanted to do was worry. He had plenty of experience when it came to girls, but nothing serious. It wasn't that he was uneasy about the situation … that part wasn't new. What was new were the feelings that accompanied this particular one.

Amanda couldn't help but smile at him shyly, her arms reflexively reaching up to cover her breasts through the wet shirt. She felt so naked in front of him just from the way that he was looking at her. A part of her still felt like that geeky girl that had a crush on him for all these years and now … now all she could do was lick her lips nervously, watching as he looked her over.

Ryan's eyes locked with hers for a moment, the expression on his face caring and sincere as he crossed over to where his dresser was and after a moment, pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, tossing them to her with a smile. "Want to change?"

Amanda reached out, catching them as her eyes looked to him. A smile appeared on the curve of her lips as she watched him turn his back for a moment and lifted the shirt to her nose, inhaling quickly. It smelled just like him and she made a mental note to make sure and not to return the shirt. "Thanks," she was able to reply in a soft voice.

Setting them on the bed, she could feel a flutter of nervous butterflies as for the first time, she exposed myself to him. Amanda had dreamed about this moment countless times before and it all seemed to be happening in slow motion. Lifting her arms slowly, taking the wet wife-beater with them, her full young breasts were suddenly exposed to his gaze, perfect for the taking. They were more than a handful but not really enough to get lost in, tipped with cinnamon colored hard nipples that seemed to beg for him to come taste one.

Ryan averted his gaze for a moment as he grabbed another pair of boxers and a tank before smoothly and effortlessly changing before her as well. 'Turn about is fair play,' he thought to himself as he glanced over at Amanda's young perfect body. The tank top fit tightly over his semi-broad shoulders and the boxers clung to his strong legs. He knew she was nervous … it was written all over the expression on her face.

Amanda couldn't help but bite her lip as she watched Ryan disrobe in front of her. Her blue eyes drank in the sight of him and she could tell that he had done this more than once. She couldn't control the shyness that kept creeping up on her as she pulled his t-shirt over her head, the hem falling just below her hips, covering up the rest of her as she wiggled out of her jeans, leaving my red thong on as she pulled his boxers up and over her hips.

Ryan walked slowly over to the bed, offering his hands to Amanda. "Hey listen, you … Look, I dunno … just trust me, okay?" His eyes were locked on her every movement, unsure of her body language as she shivered by the bed. "Nothing needs to happen," he said in a soothing voice. "I just want to be with you, okay?"

Amanda smiled gently, seeing that he could read right through her nervousness but at the same time, she wanted so badly for him to see just how much she wanted to be with him too. Slipping her hands into his, she said in a soft voice, "I want to be with you too, Ryan … however you want me." Her whole body trembled but this time, for a whole different reason that he might have thought.

He pulled her close, holding her hands as he kissed her gently on the lips. "I want you to be comfortable, Mannie … just enjoy the moment, okay?" His green eyes were piercing as he looked into her eyes.

Amanda smiled gently, her gaze locked with his as she leaned into the kiss, nibbling some on his lower lip. "I'm comfortable with you, Ryan … I want to be with you." She couldn't help but wonder if he knew just how badly she wanted to feel him against her. Her thoughts were quickly turning to the idea of how his hands would feel, touching her all over.

Ryan smiled and hugged her close before gently pushed her backwards onto the bed. He couldn't help but smile against her lips as they sunk down into its softness.

Amanda's poor stomach was doing flip flops as she felt the edge of the bed against the back of her knees and in a bold move, as they sunk downwards, she carried him with her back into a reclining position. Her lips sought his once again and even though she could tell that he was trying not to go too far too fast, she wanted him to more than anything. Their tongues darted out against the other's, prodding … licking … sucking. She couldn't help but purr, something she had never done with anyone else. She found the sound very sultry and erotic as she captured his tongue between her lips, sucking gently. Her fingers reached out for him to find his skin beneath his shirt, a part of her in awe that after all this time they were finally together.

Ryan nuzzled his nose against Amanda's, pulling back just enough to place a soft kiss on her chin as he whispered, "You're poking me." His gaze lowered some as he pushed his chest against hers, indicating the rock hard tips that were jutting out from behind the t-shirt that she adorned.

Amanda couldn't help but laugh and then on a sudden inspired thought, slowly thrust her hips up to grind against his for a moment as she whispered back in a husky voice, "You're poking me too."

Ryan bit his lower lip a bit as he ground back into her. "Hmmm," he said, "whose fault is that?" And then lowered his lips once more to capture hers.

A soft moan erupted from her lips against his as she felt just how hard he was in the flimsy pair of boxers he was wearing. Amanda found herself wondering, for the first time, just how he might feel inside of her as her tongue darted out into his mouth, teasing the corners of his lips. "It feels good, Ryan," she whispered, almost shocked as the words slipped out of her mouth.

As Ryan kissed her, his lips traveled to her ear, groaning as she ground up against him. He could feel every inch of her young body pressed against him through his boxers, the warmth of her sex growing in intensity as it rubbed up against him. His hands slipped down to her hips as if on their own volition as he whispered into her ear, "Mannie … can I go down on you?"

Amanda moaned helplessly, having never let a guy do that before but there was something so erotic about it … so forbidden and more than anything she wanted to feel his tongue on her, preparing her body for maybe more. Hopefully more. "Yes, Ryan," she stammered. "Please …" Her voice trailed off, unsure of where the last part came from but just saying it made her pussy lurch and she didn't understand it.

Ryan continued to kiss her as his hands slipped down her sides to capture the bottom of his t-shirt hanging down her slender legs. He could hear her soft whimper as her whole body tensed a bit as he began to push the shirt up. Her nipples hardened even more, showing just how badly she wanted this despite the way that her body trembled. As she lifted her arms, he pulled the shirt up and off her, tossing it to the side as for the first time he gazed upon Amanda's body. He glanced up at her with a soft smile before kissing each one of her nipples slowly, sucking them gently into his mouth.

Amanda gasped, a long low moan released from her lips as, for the first time, lips instead of fingers curled around a tight nipple. Her back arched to push her aching breast further into his mouth. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned as her fingers instinctively went to the back of Ryan's head, sliding into his soft hair.

He bit one of her nipples gently as his hands worked the other one, rolling it between his fingers, relishing her deep moans. As her head rolled back, blonde hair spilling down her back, his other hand slipped slowly down her body to push down the boxers that she was wearing.

Amanda could feel a tremor racing straight down her spine and into her cunt, shuddering as she felt his slowly peel away the boxers to leave me naked and exposed to his gaze. She could feel him kissing down her body and she couldn't help but gasp in wonder, her eyes widening as she watched his tongue trace the lines of her body, darting across and skipping past the part of her that was on fire. She was trembling uncontrollably, her eyes half open beneath long lashes as she squirmed beneath his mouth. She fell back completely on the bed, lost in the sensations he was creating in her. "Oh Ryan …" she moaned.

"Just relax, Amanda," he whispered as his tongue left her body momentarily, leaving her to squirm under his hands on her hips. And then in a sudden movement that elicited a cry of surprise from her lips, licked forcefully from the bottom of her sweet slit straight up to where her clit lay, sucking gently at her hooded nub.

Amanda cried out, jerking helplessly as she almost sat upright again. She had never felt anything like that before! She could feel her thighs clamp reflexively around his head as her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh god," she whispered through a low moan. She heard his soft laugh as his hands moved to gently push her thighs apart again before pushing his tongue against her slit and then licking quickly over the top of it causing her to jerk again as she fell back on the bed once more. She could feel her thighs relax some, widening as her hips pushed up reflexively to his mouth. Her head thrashed on the bed as her fingers tightened into the covers over it fiercely. "Ohhhhhh Ryan … wh-what are … you … doing to me?!" she cried out in wonder.

Ryan didn't say anything. Instead his hands traveled back up her body, twisting and squeezing her sensitive nipples as his tongue feasted on her essence. Now and then, he pressed his tongue into her tightness, amazed at just how perfect she tasted and felt to his exploring mouth. He loved hearing her like this, knowing finally that she felt the same way that he did and he loved the way that she reacted to his lips. Blowing gently on her slit, he sucked her clit eagerly back into his mouth once again.

Shuddering uncontrollably, Amanda could feel something building. Somehow she knew that it was coming … her first climax brought on by someone other than herself. Her fingers clenched tightly into the covers as her hips bucked up against his mouth. "Ohhh god … I'm gonna … ohhhh … please," she started to beg uncontrollably for something she didn't really understand.

Ryan sucked and licked at her, his tongue pressing into her tightness as he felt her body starting to shudder and squirm. As her juices started to flow around her lips, it drove him to increase his ministrations on her young body, wanting to convey through his tongue just how much she meant to him.

Amanda's head came up off the bed, blue eyes wide as she caught his eyes on her. His tongue was sending her straight over the edge as one of her hands flew to his head, holding him against her cunt as her legs suddenly stiffened. She could feel her whole body jerk as she cried out, exploding against his lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Kissing and sucking at her spasmming slit, Ryan's tongue probed deeper still into her as her climax came to a shuddering halt. 

Amanda's climax was more powerful than she could have ever imagined. She pushed at his head. She couldn't take it anymore! Crying out, she could feel the tears stinging her eyes at the intensity of it. "Stop! Oh god!" She was gasping for breath as his tongue darted out, licking a little more gently as she cried out. Her body was rocked with small spasms as a lone tear trickled down her flushed cheek as Ryan took her to a place where she had never gone before.

Amanda's eyes closed as she panted for breath and her hand slowly melted from his hair to fall limply on the bed. She was overcome with the intensity of it and a soft moan erupted from her parted lips. "Ryan …" she called out his name with more emotion than she had ever shown to anyone, even him.

Nuzzling her stomach with his lips, Ryan smiled up at her before he kissed back up her body to snuggle against her side. Pulling her onto her side, he wrapped his arms around her as he gently kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips.

Amanda whimpered softly as she felt his lips travel up her body and over her quivering flesh. As he pulled her into his arms, her whole body felt lethargic even as her arms wrapped around him. She could smell herself on his breath and her eyes opened to look into his. She couldn't help but wonder what he thought of it … how it tasted. She was rewarded with an answer as his lips pressed to hers and she could taste the erotic blend of both his tongue and her juices. A quivering smile appeared on her lips to find it to taste something like an exotic honey.

Nuzzling Amanda's nose with his, Ryan smiled broadly. "Does that mean it felt good?" he whispered.

Amanda gasped for breath, her eyes widening as they looked into his. And then a suddenly shy smile appeared as she looked down at his lips. A soft giggle erupted as she managed to whisper, "I … I've never felt anything that good." 



All Grown Up Ch. 02



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.

Note: If you haven't already, read All Grown Up, which is the prequel to this story.



A couple of years had passed since Kim and I had spent our first hot night together in over twenty years, but we'd stayed in touch and occasionally discussed how special that night had been. When her daughter elected to go to college in Colorado, I wasn't really expecting an opportunity for another get-together because I knew that delivering her first-born to this new phase in her life would be extremely emotional for Kim. Because of that, I kind of hung back and stayed out of the discussions that came up on Facebook as freshmen orientation approached. Even when Kim said that she might need a ride from DIA to Colorado Springs because her daughter and husband would be arriving a couple days ahead of her due to her work commitments, I was torn because I didn't know if I could be in a car with her for ninety minutes and be a good boy. Fortunately for me, Kim not only wasn't expecting that but was hoping for something else entirely.

When she finally straight out asked me if I thought we could recreate the intensity of that night in Orlando in a car during a drive down to Colorado Springs, I knew we could get pretty fucking close. While giving the appearance of total innocence to everyone else, behind the scenes we were discussing how to make the most of the trip and where we could make a brief stop along the way. I was pleased that Kim had proposed taking advantage of our proximity and wondered to myself whether it wasn't also going to be a stress release for her, as well.

On the evening of her arrival, I heard from Kim as I was on my way to the airport and it sounded like we'd be hitting the passenger pick-up area at pretty close to the same time. As I pulled into the covered area, I spotted her pretty quickly waving me down and pulled over. I wondered if the short sundress she was wearing had been selected for my benefit based on my reaction to the similar one she'd worn in Orlando.

"Nice sundress," I said as I went in for a hug.

"I thought you might like it," she replied, "and I'm wearing the exact same thing under it as I wore last time."

I ran my hands down over her ass, not to check the veracity of her claim, but just to get my hands on it again while pulling her against the growing bulge in my shorts. We didn't have the luxury of being able to stand there for very long with Denver being a very busy airport, so I let her go and threw her bag in the back of the Explorer as she hopped up into the passenger seat. As we rolled back out into daylight, she reached over to check on the bulge she'd felt and, although it had relaxed a bit, it started growing again as she massaged it.

"Am I going to miss any spectacular sights if I lower my head for a bit?" she asked, feeling my cock nearly at full rigidity.

"The mountains aren't going anywhere," I replied, "so knock yourself out."

Getting up on her knees on her seat, she reached over to open my shorts and I raised my ass so that she could work them and my underwear down enough for my cock to spring out. She took it in her hand and pumped it before bending over and wrapping her lips around it, sliding them down. I moaned as she inhaled my cock and started to move her mouth up and down it while pumping the base. I was careful to maintain my speed along Peña Boulevard as I relished the pleasure of having my cock in Kim's mouth again. I ran my right hand along her back and around to cup her swinging tit, gently tugging on her hard nipple through her dress. Looking over at the curve of her ass up in the air, I thought about getting my hands on it again and just found myself even more aroused.

Kim was going to town on my cock and I quickly felt an orgasm beginning to build due to her superior oral skills. I knew that, in a different situation, she might make sure to draw out the pleasure she was providing, but I suspected because of how voraciously she was sucking my cock that this time she didn't want to distract me from driving for too long. That certainly didn't make it any less enjoyable and I felt as though I was savoring every bit of pleasure while still remaining focused on the road as we approached I-70. I could feel myself tensing up as my orgasm approached and tried to relax so that I wasn't stomping down on the accelerator, but it wasn't easy with Kim's mouth working on me. We were hitting the exit for I-225 when I let out a loud moan and started to spurt into her mouth.

As I rounded the curve on the flyover, Kim was swallowing my load and nursing out all of the cum I had to give her. She raised her head as I was easing us into traffic and looked around as she wiped her mouth. There wasn't a whole lot to see on that stretch of I-225, but the scenery would improve the further south we traveled.

"Spectacular, as usual," I told her.

"If only 'as usual' could be more frequently," she said.

"Two years was a more tolerable wait than twenty-two," I pointed out, "How about showing me what is under that sundress."

Traffic was stop-and-go, so I was able to get my shorts and underwear back up, but she wanted to be careful to only give me a show so she didn't cause any accidents. Slouching against her door, she spread her legs and raised the hem of her sundress to show me that her pussy was shaved clean and smooth this time and highlighted by the tanlines from her bikini. I could feel the blood already attempting to return to my spent cock. She raised her dress even higher to show off her succulent tits and I knew that, aside from fucking her when we stopped, I was going to lick her smooth pussy and fuck her luscious tits. Because the Explorer was so large, I couldn't reach over to stroke her smooth pussy, so I beckoned her closer and she lowered her dress and moved over closer to me while also fastening her seat belt. I knew the traffic would slow us down a bit and there was no reason she should wait until we got to Castle Rock before she received a little stimulation, so I ran my fingers over her smooth pussy as she let out a sigh.

She was very wet so I was able to alternately pump a finger in and out of her juicy pussy and lightly caress her clit. She had her eyes closed and her hips were subtly rocking while the occasional moan slipped out. I was able to keep us safely moving south as I worked her up and I knew that, despite it being in the Explorer, our stop in Castle Rock was going to be steamy and satisfying. I navigated us onto I-25 while my fingers continued to work their magic on her hot pussy but we hadn't made it to Arapahoe Road when she gasped and her body started to shake. Her orgasm was longer and more intense than I had expected due to digital stimulation, but I suspect that she'd been building up since we'd first agreed that I'd drive her to the Springs and this was just the big initial release.

I licked off my fingers as she caught her breath then she smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. As we got further south on I-25 and the mountains were more visible, Kim was taking them in and asking questions which I did my best to answer.

"Where are we stopping?" ended up being one of those questions as we passed the exit for C-470 and E-470.

"Castle Rock," I reminded her.

"How much farther is it?" she asked.

"Not much," I replied, "We'll probably be there in ten to fifteen minutes."

"Good," she said, "because if it was any longer, I'd probably have to suck your cock again in the meantime."

I'd scoped out a few potential locations along the route from the airport to Colorado Springs and Castle Rock appeared to have the best possibility of parking somewhere and not being noticed even if we were fucking like crazed monkeys. We took the exit and I navigated us to parking area that would give us privacy without making the Explorer look suspicious. Once I'd shut the car down, we started to make out and grope each other in the front seat before agreeing to move to the back seat. I had her go first so I could push her dress up as she squeezed between the seats and massage her ass. Of course, with her pussy peeking out below her ass, I had to lean in and give that a lick as well. Kim stopped and moaned while I licked her pussy, then continued through to the back seat.

"You can just finish that up when you get back here," she informed me and I had no problem with that. I was back there quickly and pushing up her dress as she leaned against the door, spreading her legs for me. I lowered my head and immediately started to lick her juicy slit, lapping up her flowing juices. She moaned and grabbed my head in both hands but she didn't have to worry about me going anywhere before she'd cum; I was perfectly content to have my face between her thighs once again and would only have wished for more time to spend there. I slipped a couple of fingers into her pussy and put my tongue to work on her clit, causing her to moan even louder and start humping her pussy toward my face as I ate her. By this point, my cock was definitely ready to go again so, when she did cum, I was prepared to slip it into her as quickly as possible.

While I was eating her and giving her as much pleasure as I knew how, I was also relishing the opportunity to be between her thighs again because there was no way to know when I'd have another. It wasn't the first time we'd been in this position in the back seat of a parked car, so the circumstances weren't putting either of us off and, in fact, it was almost nostalgic. The longer I ate her, the louder she was getting and the more frenetic her movements as she got closer and closer to another orgasm. I was pretty certain that her orgasm was building so quickly because there had been so much anticipation not because she was in a rush to get back on the road. I glanced up and saw the passion in her facial expression, feeling glad that I was able to put it there.

She started to tense up, her back arching, as she approached the verge then went limp as her body shook while she came. I continued to lap at her clit and finger her now-even-wetter pussy, wanting this orgasm to be as intense as the previous one. When she finally went quiet and still, I raised my head and reached for the bottom of the row of buttons that ran up the front of her dress. I was probably about a third of the way up when she sat up.

"Get those shorts off," she said and took over unbuttoning her sundress. I shed my shorts and underwear then slid over to the middle of the back seat while she straddled me. As she guided my throbbing tool into her pussy, I finished unbuttoning her dress and pulled it open, my hands going right to her tits. We both moaned as she lowered herself onto my cock while I caressed her soft, smooth tits and hard nipples. She sat there feeling it inside her for a moment before starting to slowly ride it. My attention was on her tits, studying her large areolas and hard nipples while my hands gently caressed them. Her pussy felt fantastic, so hot and so wet sliding up and down my tool as she gradually increased her pace. She was holding onto the back of the seat behind me and, as she rode me harder, her tits started bouncing and nearly hypnotized me.

She finally got my attention by grabbing each side of my face and turning it up so that she could kiss me. We started making out as she bounced up and down on my tool and my hands began exploring the rest of her body, sliding over her waist and hips and around to her ass. Remembering how she had responded to anal stimulation the last time we'd been together, I was thinking about slipping a finger between her ass cheeks to help her along. For the moment, though, I was just enjoying having her pussy sliding up and down my tool and the soft, smooth flesh of her body available for caressing.

When she pulled her mouth from mine and seemed to be verging on yet another orgasm, I did slip a finger down between her ass cheeks and massaged her asshole. It worked like a charm and she was suddenly crying out and convulsing as her pussy flooded my cock with even more natural lubrication. She'd lost her rhythm as she came and was randomly slamming herself down on my tool, which still felt pretty good to me, but once she'd ridden out her orgasm, I suggested a change of position. We were limited by being inside the Explorer, but we agreed that doggie-style should work just fine. She climbed off of me while slipping completely out of her sundress and I backed up toward the door as she got on all-fours. I couldn't help but lean down and run my tongue between her cheeks where my finger had just been and it sent a shiver through her. Straightening up as much as I could, I guided my cock back into her pussy and took her by the hips. I pulled her toward me until my hips were touching her ass then started to slowly fuck her.

"Make sure you don't cum inside me," she said, "I might have tough time explaining that away."

I had every intention of cumming inside her, just not in her pussy and I figured some gum or breath mints could take care of any remaining evidence. In the meantime, I planned to savor her pussy for a bit longer before moving on to other stimulating body parts. Once I had a nice rhythm going, I moved my hands up from her hips to cup her swinging tits. Feeling their soft, smooth flesh in my hands again just aroused me further and may have resulted in me fucking her even harder, my hips smacking against her ass. I saw that she had reached down between her legs, I assumed to stroke her clit as I fucked her.

The longer I caressed her tits, the more I wanted to fuck them again, despite how hot her pussy was feeling. I ended up pulling out of her and asking her to turn over so I could fuck her tits and she willingly obliged. I straddled her and lay my cock between her tits then she squeezed them together. I started to slide my cock against the soft, smooth flesh and moaned because it felt so good. I was looking down at her tits squeezed together around my cock while her attention appeared to be on my cock as it moved in and out between them. I'd started feeling the stirrings of my second orgasm as we'd been fucking and it started to build in earnest as I fucked her tits but I was confident that I'd have enough time to thoroughly enjoy both her tits and her talented mouth before I blew another load.

I continue to slowly fuck her tits until I was feeling that my orgasm was pretty close, figuring that I'd already had my cock in her mouth for a while earlier so I would be okay if her tits and mouth didn't get equal time here in the back seat. I savored the building pleasure the soft, smooth flesh of her tits was providing but, as I felt my cock beginning to swell even more in anticipation of cumming, I had to release her tits. I moved up and guided my cock toward her mouth as she grasped it with one hand and wrapped her lips around it. She pumped the base as she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft and I relished yet another level of pleasure.

With her oral skills at work, my orgasm was building very quickly from the moment her hot mouth engulfed my tool.  I savored the pleasure while I had the opportunity but too soon I was pumping a load into her mouth. She swallowed everything I had to give and continued to milk my cock with her mouth until there was nothing left to give. I pulled out and we sat side-by-side in the back seat as I caught my breath.

"Thank you," she said, "I really needed that."

"No, thank you," I replied, "I really enjoyed that."

"We should probably get moving, though," she said, "so I can spend some time with my daughter."

She turned and reached into the back of the Explorer to retrieve something from her bag and I couldn't resist running my hand over her bare ass. I didn't know when, or if, I'd get another opportunity. When she sat back down, she had a bra and panties in her hand.

"Something else I'd have a tough time explaining," she simply said and started to slip the panties on. I started pulling my underwear and shorts back on as well though my focus was on her. I watched as she slipped her bra on then retrieved her sundress and pulled that back on as well. Once she was covered up again, we hopped out of the Explorer for a breath of fresh air before climbing back up front and heading back to the interstate.

I had a contingency plan of stopping in Monument but, by the time we were approaching, I didn't think either of us was feeling like we needed one last quickie. Our stop in Castle Rock had been highly charged and supremely satisfying. We were both in high spirits and that was good enough, although one of the last things Kim said as we were approaching Colorado Springs was "I've got to work on some excuses to get out here a few times during the school year."



All Grown Up Ch. 02



Big thanks to my editor, kjplotts, who gave me some great feedback, caught my flubs and made this a much more readable story, thanks Kira! Also thank you to all who read Chapter One. Thanks for the ratings and reviews!

All sexually active characters are 18 or older.

This is a continuation of All Grown Up, CH 1 and as such will make little to no sense without first reading that chapter. CH 2 has been largely rewritten with some helpful advice and comments, thanks to my fantastic readers! Please be advised that this is, at it's core, a love story about two young people who have no idea how different they are because they haven't grown up yet. For those of you who have lived a bit, you'll understand the core concept: life changes people.

However, when one of those people gets pushed into new territory... well, it can be disastrous.

I will reiterate that the story starts slow, especially in the smut department.

However, I can promise that things definitely heat up by the end of this chapter!

All Grown Up, CH 2: Like a Grown Woman

The four members of the new Stanton family flew to Florida for the first leg of the vacation/honeymoon. From there, they boarded a cruise ship to Spain's southern coast. The highlight of that trip could have been the private video chat that Sean and Amy had arranged; however, between bumped cameras and lag spikes that froze one or both of their screens, their attempt at video sex left them both more frustrated than when they began.

They shared a few phone calls and Amy could hardly stand the ache that it left when they disconnected. It wasn't just the fact they hadn't slept together, it was the realization that this would be the longest they had ever been separated in over a decade. She cried herself to sleep many nights with longing and a feeling of dread that she couldn't put name to.

She wasn't willing to bother her honey-mooning mom about it, and she didn't see much of her new sister; Brittany spent most of her time nude sunbathing in an area of the ship that Amy just didn't feel qualified to enter, 18 or not. It was marked: Adults Only.

Once they put to port in Malaga, Spain, the group began their six week tour along the Mediterranean coast. The plan was to keep moving gradually East towards Greece, staying between a night or two, up to several days in a major city or resort, and then moving on.

The teens had worked out a schedule so that Sean could call her room at eight in the morning of every third day, she would instant message him the details. The time difference was ten hours, which would allow him to finish his day back home by jump starting hers. The delay between calls was a simple matter of money: a thirty minute international call would cost him close to a day's profits from his pool cleaning business.

Amy didn't seem to grasp the idea that things could be more expensive than Sean could afford - mostly because throughout the last five years he had been very careful in his spending so as be able to spoil her occasionally, but nicely. Likewise, her parents had always provided for her needs, and being a fairly low-maintenance person, she had never pushed for extravagances. The young woman simply had no frame of reference for earning a living, whereas Sean had been raised to be self-sufficient.

The first two calls were mostly Amy downplaying how amazing their trip was, while Sean tried not to bitch too much about some of the crazy expectations of his clients. In addition, he was already swamped with his ridiculous summer course load of college classes. They had some fun talking about various sights and the difference in the stars, but those trivial subjects wore thin by the third call. Amy had purposefully left out her night-life for the first few calls. She didn't want Sean to feel bad, especially as he had already warned her to "be careful that Britt doesn't get you in trouble," whatever that was supposed to mean.

She was sure he'd react badly if he knew what she'd been up to, even if it was all... innocent fun.

You see, Amy wasn't just seeing the sights with her family - well, she was, during the day. It all started the day they arrived in Spain. Once the girls were settled into their first shared hotel room, Brit suddenly dropped the energizer blonde routine and fixed Amy with a calculating stare.

"I don't intend to let this opportunity go to waste," the older girl began. "Dad's made it abundantly clear that he expects me to watch over innocent little you while he gets some quality honeymoon time with his new bride. You know how they are," (Amy tried and failed to control her blush in response) "and for that matter I do NOT intend to spend my nights on the party coast of the Mediterranean holding your hand, sipping latte's and going to museums, got it?"

Amy was speechless. It didn't help that the night before, her mom had asked her to "help keep Brit in line because she can get kind of wild sometimes." Amy's agreement to her mother's request now seemed a bit premature.

"So here's how it's going to go," the vivacious college girl continued, "you and I are going to go out, together. I'll show you some fun and then you will come back to the room by the midnight curfew and I will come back to the room later."

Brittany peered intently at the wide-eyed younger girl for a moment, then seemed to soften, "Listen, I know you're eighteen and you don't think you need a babysitter anymore than I do, but I'm going to want to party without concern for anyone but myself, OK? I promise you'll get to go to some fun places and see what Europe looks like after dark, just cover for me staying out late, OK?"

What could she say? She wanted to do fun stuff too, and the idea of having a 'babysitter' really pissed her off. She was an adult, she was finally a grown up! With those thoughts in mind, Amy readily agreed to keep their parents (or, "the 'rents", as they called them privately) off of Brittany's back.

So began the 'arrangement': during the following mornings' breakfast, the girls requested that they wanted "bonding time" and it worked like a charm. What parents of a blended family don't want their kids to get along? When Brittany outlined her well detailed plan to see certain local sights at night together the newlyweds heard "plan" and added it to "alone time" and came up with "Absolutely, have fun you two!"

On dance nights, the girls would smuggle skimpy party clothing out in their bags, leaving their more conservative outfits in the lobby coat checks. Then the sexy young women would head to teen dance clubs, street dances or whatever was "safe" by Brit's estimation.

Not that they went out every night. Some towns would be too small to have any real night life and on those occasions the blonde would usually haunt the pool to flirt if there were any cute boys or turn in early and sleep till she was forced to wake up.

At first everything went fine, the first few places - in smaller towns - were pretty low key or in bars attached to big hotels, in other words mostly safe. If guys started to get too interested in Amy, Brit would talk to them and they would back off. Sure they'd dance with the teen, but not dirty-dance like they did with Brit.

Amy was astounded to learn that Brittany was fluent in five languages; it turned out that her 'other major', besides Chemistry, was Public Relations with a focus in Global Corporate Communications. Go figure, under those flowing blonde tresses and behind those mischievous blue eyes, there was no small amount of intelligence!

There was always a flaw in any plan, and Amy really should have seen it coming. Brit couldn't always find a 'teen friendly' club, and with Amy's insistence they went to the clubs that were available. Adult clubs. Amy was eighteen after all, and in many locations she was even old enough to meet the requirements to drink alcohol - Europe really had different ideas as to when a person was an 'adult'. The problem was that in these adult clubs they had a whole different class of men to deal with - simply put, they were men, adult men from late teens to early thirties and Amy was unprepared for their... intensity.

They were beautiful young women; of course they would attract a lot of male attention. The problem was that, like males anywhere else in the world, they would keep trying to see how far they could get with the sexy teenager. As the pair visited larger, more crowded raves the men became more aggressive and harder to 'brush off'.

Quite a few times the dark haired teen found herself being enveloped in a press of two or three young men - all writhing and grinding - all vying for her attention; it was overwhelming and gave the slender brunette a sense of incredible sexual power even as the almost complete lack of control scared her terribly.

It also made her feel desirable in a way that she'd never dreamed of...

For as long as she could remember, she was told that she was very pretty; in recent years the looks she got from males was confirmation that she was attractive, though she always downplayed her looks. Of course Sean doted on her, praised her beauty of both mind and body, but this was... different. This was raw. There was an intensity of need that these men required no words to convey.

That led her to her current problem, Amy was terribly conflicted; she didn't want to cheat on Sean, but she didn't want to get treated like a kid, staying in the room and bored. Although it felt like she had to learn new skills at deflecting groping hands at each new club, she also couldn't get enough of the rush that clubbing gave her. She had rarely had the opportunity to go out dancing before - and had always been home by her eleven o'clock curfew. What's more, she'd only been out to teen clubs and always with her girlfriends where she was very carefully protected by the group since she was a 'good girl with a good guy'.

This was a completely different experience; not only was she (increasingly more often) going to adult clubs, but she was not surrounded by her watchful friends - she danced with guy after guy and it was a fantastic rush. The dancing could get pretty wild, but it was an addicting experience, especially once she'd had a drink or two. She felt very grown up for those several hours; but every night, around eleven thirty, Amy would be sent back to the room so Brit could 'cut loose.'

On afternoons after a dance night, Brit was barely able to stay awake on the family tours through ruins and along beaches, having to pop mystery pills (that she wouldn't talk to Amy about) just to function. Despite the way the older girl seemed to barely drag through the day, she was always fully energized by the time they left to party in the evening. Even more amazing to the younger woman, after hours of dancing, when Amy was feeling more than a little tired, Brit was still charged up to no doubt party the night away as the teen headed back to the room.

This pattern continued for their first two weeks on shore; Amy was getting better at dealing with guys, as well as handling a few drinks, and going to different clubs, often hearing different music and learning new dance moves. The first real test had happened one morning as they were supposed to leave Valencia, Spain. Amy had barely been able to cover for a still extremely drunk Brit.

The teen had packed all of her step-sister's clothes and makeup, shoes and jewelry in under five minutes. Then the slender brunette had managed to manhandle the blonde out the patio door to the rental car before their parents got there.

Amy was trying to recover her breath as Steve and Lydia arrived; although Brit was almost half a foot shorter, she was substantially curvier and just bigger all around than the smaller teen. The young woman was quite proud of herself when she came up with the excuse that both of them felt off and may have eaten something bad the night before.

Later, as they settled into their room in Barcelona, Brit apologized and promised to make it up to her 'little sis'. Surprisingly, that night at dinner, their parents praised the girls for supporting one another so well. There was a big spring celebration downtown and the couple encouraged the girls to "get out and see the town" that night and not to worry about a curfew.

Amy could scarcely believe that they had fooled their parents into believing that they 'balanced each other out and kept each other safe' as the 'rents had praised.

That night the two young women didn't have to play their clothing switch ploy; the newlyweds were going to be out on a "romantic tour of the city by moonlight" and didn't want to be disturbed till noon.

Dressed in complementary outfits, the girls spent extra time preparing Amy to be extra sexy and really let loose. Brittany's curvy yet shorter body was encased in a glittering cream halter dress that seemed to barely go past her full rounded ass and gave a bountiful view of her generous cleavage. The teen marvelled at how her 'big sis' easily trotted about the room in sparkly-cream, sandal-strapped four inch heels, and secretly grinned that even so the older girl was still shorter that the teen in her stocking feet. Her blonde tresses were teased and blown back, giving her an 80's 'big hair' look that basically screamed 'party girl.'

Conversely, Amy's lithe body was framed in a deep chocolate sheath dress that criss-crossed just below her small, pointed tits, lifting them upwards as the cloth looped behind her neck. Her hemline was much lower than Brit's, but did stop just above her knees, higher than anything else she had worn out thus far.

The first part of the night was one of the best in Amy's memory; the dirty dancing, hot guys, pounding music, there was so much energy! Brit even let her have a few more drinks than usual, and the slender girl didn't require much extra alcohol to let loose and go wild. In fact, Brittany had to slow her young friend down before she got herself violated; she was becoming quite amorous with whichever man she was grinding with.

Brittany honestly could care less about Amy's relationship with Sean, however she did not want the girl to end up getting fucked by strangers while she was plastered. She was glad that the younger woman's mother was smart enough to get her on birth control at least. It took the older girl making some promises to get her guy-of-the-night to step in with some of his friends and pull the drunk brunette from the grasp of her throng of 'admirers.'

The last thing Amy remembered from the club that night was the sight of Brit's blonde waves bouncing off of some guy's stomach while another guy pushed his hips into hers her from behind. The teen couldn't quite believe what she was seeing but she was sure that she heard the blonde moaning as darkness reclaimed her.

Sometime later, Amy came around enough to register that Brit was helping her into the shower. The college girl washed the stink of alcohol and smoke from both of them, rinsed her hair, made her wash some pills down with a big glass of water, and then tucked her into bed.

The teen remembered giggling as she batted at the blondes puffy nipples when Brittany leaned over to smooth her hair back. That devolved into a short titty-grab-fight filled with laughter until Amy's pounding headache came roaring back at her rough movements. Still, she fell asleep with a fond smile on her face, wondering if this is what it would have felt like had she grown up with a sister.

The next day, Amy was truly glad to not have to be up before noon. After two more mystery pills, then some kind of fruit concoction Brit swore by, she felt a thousand percent better.

Lunch with their parents was amusing because the older couple were in far worse shape than the younger pair. Their future freedom was assured as Steven observed that even with all night to party the girls still looked no worse for wear and that was good enough for him. He proclaimed them "responsible adults," a move that Lydia only smiled weakly at as she shielded her eyes from the bright Mediterranean sun.

Crossing into France, the group arrived in the tourist city of Perpignan that evening. They all had a 'down night' in the smaller town; that is, "a town without any place to party", as Brit declared. The last Amy saw her step-sister, she was teasing young men in the pool. Amy gladly left her 'sis' to her sport and went to bed early.

The next morning the family dutifully toured the Palace of the Kings of Majorca and then drove on to the romantic canal town of Sete where once again Brit played a bit with the locals at poolside while Amy mostly watched the blonde or napped.

Both girls were too happy with the way their parents were always smiling and going on and on about their tours and romantic interludes to complain about the lack of nightlife.

Besides, they were kind of glad for the down time after a few straight nights of partying ending in the "black out" that Amy was afraid to ask about. She remembered Brit proclaiming "any morning you wake up with your panties dry was a night you didn't do anything too wild!". At the time the teen had cringed at such a vulgar declaration. That morning she felt a strange appreciation for the way to measure what was previously way beyond her experience.

However, by the time the four rolled into Montpellier late that afternoon, both girls were antsy for another night on the town.

They went out on the precept of sightseeing, then "maybe doing a little dancing." Once again, the girls made the swap to more provocative attire before leaving the lobby. They resumed this practice because they didn't want to chance their parents seeing their revealing clothing, even if Amy's dresses were considerably more conservative than Brittanys.

It was a Thursday night and the club was kind of low key, not really getting going until around ten thirty. Still, when midnight rolled around, the teen was back at their shared room. She did so voluntarily now because she wanted to let Brit have her fun, and, honestly the outfit the blonde had convinced her to wear was hardly capable of fending off the wandering touches, caresses and just plain gropes that she was getting used to as just part of dancing in a club.

The other reason was more personal; the memory of how wild she had gotten in Barcelona was fuzzy, but it was still fresh enough to alarm her just how out of control she had become when she got drunk. Consequently, that night she had only had two drinks and had been sure to eat a solid meal earlier.

That next morning was a "phone-morning" and Amy was bright and chirpy with her boyfriend. In addition to alarming her, the blackout experience had brought on a severe attack of conscience for not telling Sean about her partying, so that morning she decided to set the record straight.

Having resolved to return completely to their usual 'no secrets' relationship, the young woman regaled Sean with tales of her first drunken dance night - carefully editing out her vague recollection of how frisky she had gotten - and honestly swore that she had learned her lesson. She also gave high praise to Brit for taking good care of her - again not going into details about Brittany's vaguely remembered late-night activities.

As they spoke, she could tell something was off, but Amy was confident that Sean would let her know if it was important.

His side of the conversation was disturbingly blase. Not much was going on in California; Sean had turned in a few papers and was studying for some early-term tests. His business was well into its busiest season and the one time Sean's voice seemed to get some life was when he spoke of his 'little brother.' Antony was proving to be not only helpful, but smart enough to see the future in this 'family business,' at least through high school.




All Grown Up Ch. 02



Amy was happy for Sean, but could still feel the strained undercurrent in his voice. Deciding to be a little pushy, she asked, "So, before we say bye for today, I wondered if you'd tell me why you're so down?"

She heard his sharp intake of breath, then nothing but the all-too familiar static for a few heartbeats. Finally, "Because my girlfriend forgot my birthday," came his reply in a quiet exhale, and with it the line went dead.

"Oh Shit!" Amy impulsively yelled, and moments later Brit flung herself from her room, stumbling into the couch and looked wildly around the teens room as if expecting an intruder.

"What!?" the blonde croaked. Her hair was a mess and her sleep shirt was only half on. "What?" she repeated, just as dryly but actually looking at Amy this time.

The young woman barely noticed; she had finally gotten her calendar app up on her phone and then she swore some more, but all under her breath before meeting the sleepy blue eyes of her step-sister.

"That was Sean, on the phone," and Amy completely missed Brit's narrowed eyes as she tuned the brunette out. The older girl really hoped her 'sis' would get past that cocky little boy soon... she might just have to push things along.

Those thoughts were interrupted by Amy's tearful, "I was supposed to call him at midnight his time on his birthday, that was the night we stayed out so late. I... I forgot. Now I can't call him back; your dad had to make arrangements ahead of time with the place in Barcelona."

Barely covering her snort of disdain, Brit stumbled around the couch and flopped onto Amy's bed. Gathering the slender girl into her arms, she rocked the leaky-eyed, sniffling teen for a few minutes.

Amy was usually an excellent judge of character, but Brit was an accomplished manipulator and at their age, the four extra years of experience the blonde had made all the difference. The older girl knew that now was not the time to push Sean away, but rather to draw Amy forward.

"He's upset, and rightfully so," began the college girl. "He's also got a lot on his mind and he knows you are on a once-in-a-lifetime vacation. I heard him telling you to enjoy yourself for both of you several times. He wants you to be happy. Sure he's angry about the missed call, but he'll be fine in a few days when he calls again."

Pulling the girl's chin up to meet her eyes, Brit smiled determinedly. "First, we sleep. Then we entertain the 'rents." She smiled at their shared term of their shared parents. "Then we go out and have a good time on the town," the blonde had to pull Amy's face back up as she had pulled away. "We're not going to get wild, ok? I'm not blowing off how big this is, but like I said, we're here now and we're going to have some fun. Besides, I need you there to keep me in line or I'll get started way too early," Brit finished with a goofy smirk.

Amy felt a new emotion towards Brittany. Having been an only child, then constantly matched in her almost twelve-year-old connection with Sean, she had little frame of reference for a sibling relationship. Yet now she honestly felt like she had a sister, a big sister who was looking out for her.  When the blonde pulled the covers over both of them, Amy didn't mind getting to cuddle; though it panged her heart because it made her think of Sean. It was one more way she felt the hurt of what she had done to him. She truly missed cuddling with him.

The teen was no fool, however and she knew her man well; she knew that she had messed up big time and that Sean would be too upset to talk with her for at least a day. He was very emotionally intense and, although he was rarely jealous, the teen knew that Sean had been pretty rough on a few guys who had made moves on her. Likewise he always forgave her when they fought, but that didn't mean he didn't have a temper. She knew she could never hope to get him to understand how much she needed the release of dancing - the opportunity to cut loose for the first time in her life - so she didn't consider going into any details.

That afternoon she approached her step-father about helping her make up with her boyfriend. With his help, she was able to call her best friend Sandy and arrange for the girl's mom to make Sean two dozen of his favorite cherry chocolate almond bars. Nobody could out bake Sandy's mom, and Amy knew that Sean was addicted to this sweet in particular. It wasn't sex on his birthday, but after her mess up, she had to do something.

That night Amy was determined to 'have fun, but not too much fun.' Brittany had to threaten to get her drunk to get her to liven up and the teen cringed at her memory of how badly that turned out the last time. The blonde's understanding hug was welcome and the two sat out a song together, but then Brit dragged her to the floor for some "prick teasing" as she called it when the two of them danced together.

Amy had to admit that, while dancing with Brittany didn't get her as hot as flirting with amorous guys, she did appreciate the attention it generated from the gathered crowd. Additionally, she liked that she could concentrate on dancing - and teasing - with Brit, instead of having to constantly be on guard against roaming hands getting too daring.

The rest of the night went well; the two young women had fun teasing and Brit continued to amaze Amy with her skill at getting guys to back off the teen and just dance with her. (As opposed to the near sexual relations Brit regularly engaged in - right there in front of her on the dance floor!)

Amy got a cab as midnight drew near, and as usual she had a lot of trouble waking Brit the next morning.

Their parents had rooms at a country villa booked for that night, and the food and family atmosphere were a lot of fun. There was dancing, but it was with the hosts and guests in a folk tradition. The next morning the family left for Marseille where they would spend five days exploring and sightseeing.

That day was a big family affair and the girls enjoyed the time with their folks as they made their way through a festival market, art shows and an excellent meal that spanned seven courses. Amy had a bit of trouble with some of the rich food and used it as an excuse to stay in that night. Brit promised to 'case the joint' and find the best spots in the large city for them to visit in the coming nights.

The next morning, Amy was sitting by the phone when it rang right on time at 8. She immediately began speaking as soon as the clicks and static of international calling cleared up.

"Hi Sweetie, before you say anything please let me apologize? I was such an idiot, things are so different here, the days all blend together but I have no excuses other than sheer stupidity. Did you get the almond bars?" Amy had blurted all of that out in one breath, so when she finished she just about passed out holding her breath for his reply.

Sean's voice wasn't harsh or cold, but his reply wasn't warm either and lacked his usual upbeat cadence, "The chocolate bars were perfect, thank you lovely lady."

'That's it?' Wondered the teen, 'Well, at least he used my favorite nickname,' she continued to muse.

The silence stretched on for several moments and Amy bit her lip in nervous frustration. If she thought she could out wait him she was wrong; she didn't have the patience to try. "So, what did you do for your birthday, besides get disappointed by your idiot of a girlfriend?"

To her disappointment, Sean didn't take the bait on forgiving her verbally. Instead he immediately returned with his disconcertingly low-key tone. "Not much really, Antony got me a model kit of that Jag XF that the Thompsons never drive."

When his voice did pick back up, she was shocked and frustrated at the reason: another woman. "Oh, and Mrs. Hudson, you know the one everyone tells rumors about? Well, she actually made me a cake. Cherry chocolate and everything. I swear, either she or her husband is a spy, it's the only explanation because she rarely says two words to me so I have no idea how she knew my favorite!" Sean finished with a laugh.

Jealously immediately flared in Amy's chest. The woman in question was easily the hottest trophy wife in their development. Her older husband was never around and the woman herself was gone for days at a time which only added to her mystery. Other than that, there wasn't really much else for rumors to go on, but somehow she still seemed to be at the center of some of the most juicy gossip in their closed little community.

"Did she, um, eat some cake with you?" Amy asked, wincing as she heard the edge of panic in her voice.

Sean's genuine laughter grated on her at first, until his next words caught up to her growing dread. "No, are you kidding? She handed me this big Tupperware box, with my paycheck taped to the top with a generic 'happy birthday' card."

"In fact, the only thing she said was 'You're a senior next year, right?'" he chuckled briefly, then continued, "So I nodded and she asked if Antony would be able to pick up the job by the time I graduated, and I told her 'Yes ma'am.' She went inside and I took my cake home and shared it with the hordes. Mrs. Piiers made me the same cake for after supper, but nobody told her that Mrs. Hudson's was better," he finished with another mild laugh.

The young woman tried to hide her sigh of relief. She had no idea what brought on her emotional turmoil, and felt more than a little guilty about how she happily carried on with Brit when her boyfriend was probably having to deal with hot housewives hitting on him. She knew how uncomfortable he was with attention from women - other than her - she recalled with a small smirk.

The conversation suddenly turned when, after a few seconds of silence, Sean spoke again. "So, is Brittany still your best buddy?" He obviously didn't like the blonde, if his tone was any indication.

Confused at his attitude, the teen replied honestly, "Yes, she's actually acting like a big sister. She doesn't let anything bad happen when we go out and I'm having a lot of fun, just like you said you wanted me to." Her tone took on a slight accusation at the end, and she immediately regretted it.

"Riiiight. Well, you two just keep on having fun, getting drunk and clubbing. I'm sure grinding against exotic men helps you keep from missing me too much."

Amy's harsh intake of breath came as her eyes began to tear up. His words had hit very close to home, but his tone of voice was so cold that she felt like he'd slapped her. She felt so guilty that she didn't have time to wonder where his question even came from. He was talking for a moment before her ears could process the words.

"... sure where that came from. Listen, I know you wouldn't do anything like that, it's just, the last time we spoke you told me how you were dancing in a club and getting drunk, and that's why you missed my birthday, right? Because you were out partying with your college friend in the Mediterranean clubs with older guys."

His voice was tired, a mixture of apologetic and resigned, and Amy suddenly feared where this was leading.

"I mean, she doesn't like me much, and I know she doesn't approve of me, so can you blame me for worrying about where she's leading you?"

Once again, the teen was so relieved at what he didn't say (her guilt had her convinced that he was going to break up with her) that she didn't catch the meaning of his words till it was too late, her silence at his statement could be interpreted any number of ways - it's not like they had much experience with phone calls, they'd always just spent time together.

"Well, I guess that's all I had to say..." Sean trailed off. Amy had no idea how to reply, but knew she had to do something to salvage the mess this conversation had spiraled into.

"Sean, she doesn't dislike you, she's just a bit snobbish. Her opinion is hardly an issue compared to my love for you, is it? You know I love you, I know you love me, I will be home in a few weeks and we'll have lots of time for just us, OK?"

"I love you too sweet lady, please be careful. Come back to me as you are, don't try to measure up to what she expects of you, alright?" And with that he hung up, his tone of voice felt... defeated.

The call ended flat, and if Amy was truthful, laced with half a dozen accusations, spoken and implied, that were right on the mark. She spent the rest of the afternoon wracked with guilt while a small part of her felt indignant that Sean was so harsh in his view of Brittany.

One of Amy's strengths was that she always looked for the best in everyone. In someone like her 'sister', she automatically assigned a greater amount of trust, quickly thinking of her as family, and she really didn't like that Sean was so suspicious and distrustful of her family. That misguided feeling of loyalty would be her downfall.

That night, Brit had to beg Amy to go out with her. She had found the "perfect, low key, easy-going jam hall" for them to relax and just unwind.

"I promise nobody will bother you. I know you're bummed about Sean, but he forgave you just like I said, right?"

Not waiting for Amy's slow nod to stop, the blonde dove right back into her pitch, "But we're here now, so lets enjoy France. We'll be back in boring old SoCal in a few short weeks and you don't want all your memories of your vacation to be of dragging around ruins and art museums do you?" Brit's playful shove at the end was perfectly timed with her big bright smile.

Amy still wasn't convinced. Sean's words had really stung, and she had spent most of the day considering just how far off - or rather how close - his guesses had been. But Brittany hadn't badmouthed Sean in weeks. She had been supportive and never let the teen get overwhelmed when they went out. As if seeing the weakness in Amy's resolve, Brit resorted to her patented 'whine attack.'

"Please please pleeeeeeeeeaaase please pleeeeeeezzzzz? Pretty please with purple polka-dots? Please ppuh puh puhhh ppuhallleeeeeeeez?"

During this verbal onslaught, the older girl had gone all out physically, turning her face sideways, making puppy dog eyes while clasping her hands in supplication; finally she lay her blonde locks upon Amy's lap and looked up at the teen imploringly.

"Please? It's Saturday Night, if we don't go out we'll be like old spinsters," she practically whimpered, and the completely pathetic tone matched with her ridiculous words was too much. Amy broke into a giggle and finally nodded once.

"YIPPEE!" Brittany leapt to her feet. "Thank you thank you thank you thannnnnnnkkyooouuuuuu!" she finished with a huge hug, lifting the slender brunette from the bed and swinging her around.

"Lets get ready!" The college girl exclaimed, darting off to her room.

That night, Amy dressed in her 'least sexy' outfit, or that's what Brit declared it anyways. The loose fitting grey skirt was hemmed well past her knees and the dark blue top was thin, yet also baggy, long sleeved and high collared. Her hair was done in a complicated ponytail wrap that was more functional than appealing. She was in flats, as usual, but even they were plain, dark blue and fully covered her feet.

Add her lack of jewelry and minimal makeup, and it was clear that Amy had done all she could to avoid standing out.

However, the teen was still unable to avoid attention; she'd have to wear burlap - over her head - to conceal the fact that she was genuinely beautiful. Still, she sat out most of the songs, nursed Coke after Coke and ignored or brushed off any guy who tried to coax her out to dance. The whole evening she kept getting frowns from Brit at her lack of participation in the party on the dance floor.

It was hard for Amy to sulk as well. The music was good, and the place was spread out and much better lit than any club the young woman had ever seen, not that her experience was extensive. The other patrons also seemed higher class and the few times the teen had been drug onto the floor by Brit, she hadn't been accosted by men as she had grown used to from previous clubs. In fact, although she certainly had a number of guys around her, it was almost as if her vibe was keeping the wolves at bay instead of Brit (or the blonde's 'date') having to step in.

Amy did loosen up as the night wore on, however, the first time a guy ground against her ass she all but slapped him. Knowing that the guy was just doing what club guys do, the teen decided she needed to find Brit and call it a night.

The blonde seemed to have become friendly with a rather huge Spanish-looking man as soon as they got to the club, spending her time exclusively with the massive fellow instead of her usual habit of entertaining every hot guy in the place until settling on 'the hottest'.

Amy left the dance floor after finding her step-sister and giving their agreed upon signal that she was done for the night.

The next day, Brit would not get out of bed. She said she was "too sore," but her smile and lascivious wink even as she complained made no sense to the teen. Well, she didn't want to go there.

The wink bothered Amy all day, and she was somehow sure that she was actually keeping herself from catching on, as though she instinctively knew that she should leave it alone, and she had learned to trust her instincts.

curiosity was one of Amy's strongest qualities, and she couldn't, for good or for ill, let go of the questions that led to even more questions in her inexperienced mind. Catching the lounging blonde poolside before supper, Amy plopped down and tried the direct assault approach. "OK, spill it, what's with the goofy grin and yet whining about being sore? Did you have too much sex?" Amy was sure her second query would shock the truth from her step-sister. Instead, it was the truth that did the shocking.

"Yep," was the college girl's blase response, she didn't even turn to look at the younger woman.

Blinking, Amy tried to figure out another avenue of inquiry. She had that knot in her stomach that told her she was in dangerous territory, but the thought of party girl Brit getting "too wild" put the teen's imagination into overdrive.

However, it was pointless asking anything further; all Brittany would give for a response was that suggestive smile, her eyes hidden behind large sunglasses.

Brit convinced Amy to go out again; the offer to go to the same place as the previous night was the deciding factor. First, they'd never gone to the same club twice - in the three times they had been in a city more than one night they'd always hit a different club the second night. Second, Amy really felt at ease in the trendy, laid back club.

This time her sis convinced her to 'loosen up a little with the granny look,' and Amy wore her chocolate wrap dress again. While tight, it still had a longer hem and completely covered her breasts, so the teen felt a bit more covered, even if it was skin-tight.

The night went much the same as the previous, except that the big Spaniard was definitely waiting for Brit and - in a move that shocked the teen - her step-sister seemed to be exclusively dancing with this one guy for a second night. Amy danced a lot more that night, if only to keep an eye on the couple, for that's what they appeared to be. The brunette would never have believed it had she not witnessed the way Brit stared into the man's eyes even as they ground against one another like animals. It honestly made Amy a little hot just to watch them, and scanning the crowd she could see that many of the other patrons also thought that the couple looked hot together. The contrast between small blonde and the large, dark featured man made them stand out all the more, as if their erotic undulations didn't garner enough attention.

Eleven thirty came and her watch vibrated to let her know it was time to go. She almost felt bad for interrupting the two, but Brit's bright smile assured her that she was happy to see Amy - or perhaps it was that she was happy to see her go? The itch of curiosity began to eat at her as she made her way off of the dance floor.




All Grown Up Ch. 02



As she moved through the dancing bodies, Amy was kind of impressed with how much of a crowd had gathered. It seemed like these places really got going around midnight, and the teen wondered how late - or rather how early - they partied 'till. Once she reached the tables, she turned and headed along the outer edge of the dance floor.

Except she didn't leave the club right away. Her curiosity piqued, she sat off to the side in the dark and nursed a Coke while she caught glimpses the blonde and the massive Latino practically having sex to the beat of the pulsing music.

The crowd appreciated their antics, and soon a few other couples had decided to try to put on their own shows to upstage the short, pale featured woman and her large, swarthy paramour. Soon the floor was too crowded for Amy to make out her 'sis', and when it cleared two songs later, the teen was shocked to find that she could not see the blonde anywhere. For that matter she couldn't see the man either, and he was big enough to have stood out even in the dimly lit club.

After searching for her for about ten minutes, Amy had covered the whole club and had to conclude that her step-sister had left with the guy. A little embarrassed at her naivety, Amy got a cab back to the hotel and went through her routine of sending the clothes to laundry after getting a thorough shower.

Amy had often wondered what the vivacious blonde was doing when she was alone till late morning. Now it seemed that she was going off with men... a memory of Brit on her hands and knees flashed into Amy's mind, but the image was fleeting and left the teen more confused - and curious - than ever.

The college girl rarely woke Amy when she returned, but the few times that the teen had met her sis in those pre-dawn hours, she was a different woman. Instead of her usual bubbly energy, she seemed calm and sedate; the older girl was obviously contented in a way that Amy envied even if she couldn't understand it.

That next morning was one of those times that Amy had awoken, mostly because she was too on edge to drift into a deep sleep. Hearing the door thump closed brought the younger woman fully awake, and she lay there for some time debating with herself on what she wanted to do. Finally the teen succumbed to her curiosity.

The young woman was waiting for her as Brit ambled out of their shared bathroom. "Sis, could I ask you a question?"

Groggily, the college girl frowned and kept moving slowly towards her own bed. She did allow a mumbled "Sure, but make it quick," as she passed with a bit of a wobbling gait. The older girl's face had that enigmatic smile, yet it was obvious that she was physically worn out as well as being still quite tipsy.

Amy was direct, it was past five in the morning after all. "What do you do after I go back to the room?"

Brittany tottered to a stop, turned and looked right into Amy's eyes and said, "No."

That was it; the blonde was already crawling into her bed by the time the teen could make sense of the encounter. Amy headed back to her own bed, worrying at the knot of curiosity in her mind till she drifted off to odd dreams of loud bass, blonde hair rippling in the lights and the throaty sounds of moaning.

Waking with her alarm, the teen rolled over, grabbed the phone and picked it up on its first ring.

After the clicks and static cleared, Amy gave a "Mmmmm mornin my love." It wasn't intentional, however it was the way that Sean most dearly loved to wake up with his girlfriend - on those rare occasions they had managed to sleep (and only sleep) together.

She was rewarded by the clearly happier tone in his voice, and the lower pitch that carried his own arousal right from the start. "Mmmm do you have any idea how I've missed those words, said that way... I can picture you, spread out on your bed, your eyes still sleepy, your hair tousled, oh my God you are the sexiest creature ever created."

Amy's eyes were wide open by the end of Sean's declaration. She gave a breathless "Wow," as a bright smile crossed her face. "That was, by far, the best I've woken up since I left. I can't wait to stare into your eyes when you do that again... you made me wet just hearing it!" The teen hadn't a clue how they had gotten started like this, but she was even more pleased as he continued their sensual banter.

"Oh sweet lady, I want to hear you moan my name so bad. I'm going to feast upon your hot body from your toes to your nose-"

Amy's giggles at his naming his "favorite body part" didn't stop Sean from continuing "-when you get back." But she immediately gave the appropriate counter question, "Any place in particular you'd like to sample, good sir?"

"My mouth is watering at the thought of tasting your... left hip-" Again, he ignored her giggle, "-and your... right thumb-" more giggles "-and that fantastic behind the knee part, what do they call that?"

Giggling like a little girl, Amy had to breathe for a few moments to get control before she replied in her most sultry tone, "Oh baby, you're going to lick my knee pit?" she managed to finish before losing her composure and the two shared a good few moments of laughter.

"Miss you," she said, hoping that her fond smile carried along with her voice across the miles.

"Mis-" the line crackled, then buzzed, then, with a loud snap, went silent. A few moments later, the unfamiliar beep-beep of the French busy tone sounded in her ear.

Frowning, Amy hung up and fell back into bed, waiting hopefully for Sean to call back, yet knowing his cell carrier was pretty sketchy on international calls. She felt cheated that the first positive call they'd had in weeks should be cut off, but at the same time she tried to keep her positive attitude. 'It was a really good call,' she thought as she drifted back to sleep.

When Amy next awoke, it was past eleven and she was amazed to see that Brit had not only gotten up, but if the damp floor mat was any indication, had already showered and left the room!

Luxuriating in the shower, she found herself immediately horny. Amy was startled at how quickly her mind turned to the scenes of near-sex she had seen the night before. It occurred to her that she had been so busy with the trip that she hadn't even masturbated since the less-than-spectacular video chat with Sean.

Giving in to the sudden urge, Amy found that her nipples were already hard - she might not have been thinking about it but her body was ready! Thinking of Sean's hard body always got her going, and thoughts of how his lips made her skin feel on fire were also sure to please, but as the teen pulsed the shower head across her inflamed labia toward her clit it was the image of the massive Latin man mauling Brittany's breast that caused a thrum of raw lust as it flashed in her mind.

Her eyes flew open, but the next image blinded anything she saw inside that shower - the suddenly clear memory of Brit on all fours, her face buried in the crotch of some unknown man, her skirt bunched around her hips while another stranger plowed into her round ass cheeks from behind, his cock glistening in the low light as he speared into her pussy.

The brunette gasped as the water strummed over her clit and the imagery brought her closer and closer to a thunderous climax when suddenly the bathroom door banged open! Amy dropped the shower head and turned to find Brittany standing in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers as she looked upon Amy through the clear glass.

"Uhm, sorry!" began the blonde, but then she whipped down her shorts and sat quickly upon the toilet. A moment later Brit continued, "I reealllly had to go... so, carry on," she stated cheerily as she quickly cleaned up, then scurried from the large bathroom and closed the door.

Amy was too mortified by the shock of being caught masturbating to continue, especially given what (and who) she had been thinking of. Worse yet, she was now glaringly aware of just how horny she had gotten over the last few weeks. She practically growled as she went about getting ready for lunch with the 'rents - all thoughts of the source of the erotic inspiration buried by her guilt.

As the afternoon wore on, the teen turned her attention back to the issue that she had confronted Brit with early that morning.

They stayed in Marseille that day, and Brit refused to speak on the matter the two times Amy brought up the subject. That night, the teen was surprised when her step-sister sat her down and told her she didn't want company that night. Actually she was shocked by the reason.

"I met a guy, he's a lot of fun and I want to spend all night with him, and I can't do that if you come with. Would you please stay here tonight, I'll make it up to you?"

Amy's reply was immediate, "Will you tell me what you do after I leave?"

"Talk to me tomorrow. If you still are that hot for answers... well, we'll see."

The Brunette spent the evening with her mom, the timing was really good for mother and daughter to have a bit of time to reconnect, though the reason was terrible for her stepfather; Steven was recovering from mild heat-stroke from a hike the couple had taken that day. Lydia and Amy spoke for hours about everything and nothing, catching up with one another and comparing notes on the sites and attractions of the Mediterranean thus far. The teen was very happy for her mom; Steven seemed to be living up to the dream-guy her mom had thought him to be.

They separated around ten, Lydia wanting to make sure her man was OK.

Amy was barely able to contain her enthusiasm as she put her plan in place - she was going to sleep in Brit's bed, there was no way she was going to miss getting the scoop on her step-sister's mysterious behavior. The teen pointedly ignored the knot in her gut that had always warned her of danger. She was too excited, too curious and most of all just plain tired of being treated as though she was not grown up enough to know about sex. She did know that's what Brit was doing, she just wanted to know... details.

It seemed like hours passed before she could get her restless mind to sleep, and minutes before she was awoken by Brit.

"What'cha doin'in maybed?" the blonde slurred loudly.

Amy looked at the clock - it was past five in the morning! Clearing her throat and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the young woman scooted herself up in the bed and looked the college girl over more closely. Although only lit by the false dawn, the greyish glow was sufficient to see that Brit's little red dress was not on straight and her makeup was smudged lewdly.

"You said you'd tell me what you get up to when you got back. So, fess up," was Amy's excited inquiry. She actually made herself blush in embarrassment from how eager she sounded.

Brit scoffed. "You don't wanna know. You want t'stay a good girl an play make belief wif tha poolboy," she said, her voice somewhat slurred, but her gaze frank and open. It was a look that held pity, and Amy felt her ire building at the way Brittany literally looked down upon her.

The college girl seemed to be trying not to sneer, tempering her pitying gaze with one of challenge. "The thing ish, you can't learn how to be ah woman by fumbling along with that skinny little boy you have now. I'm a woman and ahm living my life like only a grown woman can. I can't tell you how to grow up, I can show you, but I don't think yor really ready. A few nights with me an you'd be a real woman and you can't change back to bein a lil'gurl again." The blonde finished her ramble, seeming to sober a bit as she spoke.

Amy was angry about the insult in Brittany's words, but intrigued about the details that seemed to come just short of making things clear. More to the point, she wanted to argue but she had nothing to say. She had blurted "I'm not a virgin, you know!" before she could help it.

Brittany seemed genuinely shocked. "You mean that scrawny lil pool boy finally gave you his meat?" she peered intently at the brunette, obviously impressed.

The younger girl paled. Now what could she say? She hadn't had sex with Sean, she'd broken her hymen when she got carried away with her mom's dildo years ago. She'd lost her virginity only in the clinical sense yet Amy was trapped by her embarrassment and the misunderstanding.

The blonde saw Amy's hesitation and completely misunderstood, Brit whooped a mocking laugh, "Way to go sis! So which stud stuck it to you instead of that geek you string along?" Seeing the teen lower her face, the now giddy woman quickly waved a hand, "Never mind, I'm just impressed that you're not a little girl anymore!"

Amy was furious. She was angry at herself for letting things go this far and she was angry at Brit for insulting her man. But more to the point, Brit's barbed comments about her being a little girl hit very close to home with her battered ego. Most of all, her ravenous libido was tired of keeping quiet and pretending to be a good girl when it came to sex. As usual when she felt cornered, Amy struck out with a challenge to get the focus off of herself.

"You think that just because you go dancing and drinking and rubbing up against all sorts of guys that makes you a woman?" she spat out. "Fine, lets go. I'll match you all night, but you have to drink two drinks for every one I do. Lets see if you can handle a night of partying without being slobbering drunk by morning." Amy felt sure that her 'sis' would finally come clean, spilling the details she so stubbornly wanted to hear. And if not? Well, the teen thought, if Amy sticks with her the whole night then she'll see what the blonde gets up to!

Sensing a change in the young woman, Brit smiled widely. She had been ready to rip the little girl apart but instead she saw an opportunity. What this girl really needed was to get laid. If there was one thing Brittany had been doing for Amy during their nights out, it was keeping the wolves at bay. Of course she'd had to trade for the protection with her own mouth and pussy, but what a way to pay a debt!

Looking the slender brunette up and down, she smiled predatorily, "We've got a lot to do to get you ready."

Glancing out the window at the light of the gathering dawn, Amy squinted up at her step-sister. "What do you mean?" Surely the girl wasn't planning on going out now?

"First thing this afternoon I'm taking you shopping. Then I am going to show you how a real woman parties. Neither one of us is leaving the party without having some fun tonight!" Brit's gaze was practically giddy, her bloodshot eyes clearly dancing even in the early morning light. "Shove over and get back to sleep, you're going to need it," she told the teen even as she climbed into her own bed.

The blonde was conked out in moments. Amy took quite a while longer to settle in, though she once again cuddled her step-sister as she drifted off.

Late that afternoon, the girls returned to their room with several bags each, but all were dumped onto the teen's bed. Amy now owned several coordinating "outfits." If outfits was a suitable description for the tiny, clingy tops and 'broad belt' skirts that Brit favored for her own party wardrobe. She also had some more stylish, matching shoes which were higher heeled, but sturdy and comfortable as well, made for dancing.

Amy was blown away by how much money Brit had spent on her but was even more concerned about how little these clothes concealed of her long, tall form; she was starting to wonder if that knot in her gut might have been right.

The girls ate a relaxed meal with the 'rents - Steven was in much better spirits, but still restricted to taking it easy and they would be going back to their room after supper. Then they returned to their room to put on their war paint and prepared for a battle of wills. Would Amy be able to last through a night of dirty dancing? Would Brit be able to keep from drinking herself stupid? The teen was confident that she was going to make the blonde admit that she was just having sex with the giant Spaniard and what was the big deal about that?

Thoughts of her step-sister, of the flashes she had in the shower of the older girl having sex, of her getting caught in that shower, and most of all, thoughts of how she was going to see what Brit really did kept the teen's heart thudding along with her nerves as they prepared.

Makeup and prep took them less than an hour. Amy was blushing so much that the light makeup was unnecessary. The "dress" - that's what Brit called it - hardly concealed anything on the long-legged, but small-chested girl. She didn't have the older girls big tits, but what she had were molded and practically exposed by the slinky, clingy material of the burnt-orange tube-top. The micro "skirt" was a colorful orange and brown patterned strip of cloth that only served to further accent how slim her hips were while practically outlining every curve of her fantastic little ass. The real purpose of the outfit was to flash a lot of skin as they danced.

Amy almost balked at the one rule Brit had insisted upon: "No underwear," she had demanded, pointing to the panty-lines clearly showing under the skin-tight fabric of the miniskirt.

"No bra" was a regular thing for the petite brunette, her small, cone shaped breasts jutted proudly from her chest, the nipples perpetually pointing slightly upwards from their pointed peaks. She definitely didn't need a bra.

However... "no underwear" that was something the teen had never done. She stared in dismay at the incriminating lines that her slender, bikini-cut panties showed on her hips and bit her lip. Meeting the eyes of the older girl, she saw the challenge - and a hint of gloating - in those baby blues.

Squaring her bare shoulders, the teen wiggled the silky undergarment down her long legs and glared at the blonde who only smiled smugly in return and then walked out of the bathroom. They were ready to go.

Standing at the entrance to the now familiar upscale club, the two women practically stopped the early dance crowd in their tracks. The younger woman was tall, dark, lithe sensuality next to Brit's short bright, voluptuous sexuality. Their bodies were showcased in their slinky outfits and the blonde hadn't taken two steps before she was introducing Amy to her 'friend,' Carlos. The trio slammed their first round - double for Brit - and headed to the dance floor where the teen was quickly surrounded by suitors.

Amy never thought past the dancing. She never considered that Brit wasn't capable of dancing and drinking her to exhaustion. They danced for about an hour before they went for more drinks. Another hour and another round later, Amy realized that the fruity concoctions were making her head swim. Drawing close to her 'sis,' Amy indicated that they were done drinking for now. Brit shrugged her shoulders in acceptance, turning back to a lip-lock 'dance' with Carlos.

The young woman was enjoying the night so far, but she was trying to pace herself and was glad to feel the alarm go off. She was hot and sweaty, and there was an endless stream of guys hitting on her. Oddly enough, Brit wouldn't let any of them stay long, somehow getting each new partner to move on after only a few tracks without getting the men's tempers flaring. Amy never realized that a glare from Carlos was enough 'encouragement' to back up the blonde's words.

All through the night Amy had been careful not to let too much touching happen. Sure they were "dirty dancing," but she wouldn't let the men cup her breast or move their hand up her tiny skirt. She was a good girl and would not cross the line. That the line seemed to blur the longer she danced seemed to slip from the brunettes grasp.

Midnight quickly came and went and Brittany cajoled the teen into another round. When her step-sister brought back their drinks, they seemed made of a bit stronger stuff - less fruity and more rum, and something else a bit sour that made Amy pucker.




All Grown Up Ch. 03



Amanda lay there for just a moment in Ryan's arms, her own arms tightening around his body as she just held onto this moment. Her eyes closed for a long while before she managed to whisper, "I ... I've never imagined what that would be like. I didn't know ..."

Ryan smiled, hearing her words as he held her close to him, his own eyes closing as well. He, too, had never imagined it being that good with Amanda even after all the fantasies he had had of them being together. 

Amanda lay quietly for a moment before her eyes opened, looking at him in all earnest, blue eyes searching his face before she quietly whispered, "Have you imagined ... doing ... that ... to me before tonight ... Ryan?"

His lips quivered a bit as he smiled. "Yes," he admitted. "Though, I thought it was wrong of me."

She looked at him quietly for a moment as if lost in thought, her still trembling hand reaching up to gently rub a thumb over his lips. "Did it feel wrong?" she whispered.

Ryan smiled brightly. "No," he said. "It felt perfect."

Amanda smiled brightly in return as if hearing him say it made it more than perfect. She leaned close to gently lick his lips before whispering, a shy blush kissing her cheeks again, "What else have ... have you thought ... about doing to me?"

Ryan laughed softly as he looked at her. "I don't need to answer that, do I?" he teased.

She smiled shyly, dipping her head close to his neck as her tongue darted out against his skin. She wiggled closer until she could feel his hard cock jutting out from his boxers like a hard rod. Her fingers were unable to stop from reaching out to touch it through the flimsy shorts. "But will you?" she asked innocently.

Ryan sighed gently as her fingers stroked him, his lips reaching out to kiss her softly. "Fine," he said. "I've imagined everything. Guys' minds are bad places," he laughed. "I've wondered what you felt like ... inside and out." His hands started to roam her young, lithe body as he spoke. "How your lips taste and their texture ... but I've never imagined it like this," he admitted.

Amanda smiled gently, honestly, as she looked up at him. Her fingers curled beneath his shirt as trembling hands slowly began to inch it upwards, starting something she knew that she had wanted for a long time. "I've imagined it too," she whispered huskily.

Ryan kissed her, sucking her upper lip a bit as his arms rose obediently, allowing her to remove his shirt. "Imagined what?" he teasingly asked, using her words against her.

Amanda blushed softly as she pulled his shirt off of him, exposing his chest to her gaze. She had seen it before but today it seemed like new. For the first time, she was able to touch it. Her nails gently ran across his nipples until they hardened. She could feel his skin tremble beneath her touch. It was powerful, overwhelming to finally be able to touch and kiss him like she had longed to for so long. "Imagine us being together ... of us being more than friends ... of you ..." Her voice faltered some as she looked into his eyes before whispering softly, "being my first."

Ryan's reaction to her words was mixed. A part of him had guessed the truth but he had never been for sure. "You've never ... done anything?" he quietly asked.

Amanda nodded slowly; wondering if that might scare him off from her. She knew that some guys would do anything to be the one to 'pop a girl's cherry' but she also knew Ryan ... the real Ryan and more than likely, he would back off before jumping in line to be the first. She was nervous and her fingers seemed to wander aimlessly along his chest, as if she wanted to memorize every inch. "No, I was ... saving myself," she admitted.

Ryan smiled gently, watching her closely. "For marriage?" he asked.

Amanda looked at him for a moment before hiding her face against his neck. She trembled slightly as her arms wrapped around him, whispering so softly that he could barely make it out, "... for you."

Ryan's hands slowly came up to grip her shoulders, pushing her back just enough to look down into her face. "You've always loved me, haven't you?" he asked in wonder, his eyes locked with hers.

Amanda nodded, shaking with the emotion that she had kept hidden for so long ... through those gangly years that he allowed her to follow him around; through even this year at college that he had even allowed her to stay close at the frat, hoping ... wishing ... sobbing almost as she admitted to it. Holding him close, she whispered, "Yes ... always."

Ryan kissed the top of her head as he pulled her closer, feeling regretful that he had been so caught up in his own life not to notice. "I'm sorry, Mannie ... I've been so blind."

Amanda held tightly to him, her breasts crushed to his bared chest. Her nipples tingled from the desire that she had always felt for him, her fingernails lightly scoring his back as the tears that she had held back for years, wanting him to notice her, began to spill over his skin. "It's ... its okay," she said in a forced voice. "You finally ... noticed."

Ryan laughed in a soft, sad way as his fingers gently wiped away her tears, his lips pressing to her cheeks. "I'm sorry it wasn't sooner," he said in a quiet voice.

Amanda smiled softly, a smile that melted away all the wistful past as she held him close. She tried to turn her head to catch his lips as he kissed away her tears, feeling somewhat foolish about admitting everything she had ever wanted to him but at the same time, she was just glad that he had accepted her heart with gentle hands. "I love you, Ryan," she said softly against his lips.

Ryan's lips played with hers as he admitted, "Love you too ... I'm finally sure of it." His hand drifted over her naked body to pull the covers up over them as he held her with a happy sigh.

Amanda smiled brightly, a single tear flowing down her cheek to hear his words as she cuddled close. She felt him cover them up as she lay against him and then the feel of his throbbing cock jutting out against her through his boxers. Laughing a little, she added, "I think something else loves me too."

Ryan blushed a bit at her words. "Hey now," he said, "Not my fault you're also sexy."

Amanda laughed softly, her fingers drawn to it. She wanted more than anything to touch it ... to see it. Her lips gently pressed to his neck as she whispered, "Ryan ... do you ... can we ...?" She faltered off, not sure how to put to voice what she wanted to give him.

Ryan ran a hand down her leg to rub her thigh. "We can do whatever you want," he said.

Amanda shivered slightly as she felt his hand. Just that simple touch sent a new wave of butterflies into the pit of her belly. She was nervous ... scared of not being able to please him but she so desperately wanted to. She wanted to make him as happy as he had made her. "What ... Ryan ... do you want to do?" she asked, looking up into his eyes. Her fingers absently stroked his cock through the thin layer of his shorts.

"Anything and everything," he whispered in a now husky voice. "Whatever you will enjoy and want. I just want you happy, Mannie ... I always have." His nose gently brushed up against hers as he looked into her eyes.

Amanda couldn't help but smile as she felt his nose brush hers. Her fingers continued to stroke his cock that throbbed through his boxer shorts, blue gaze locked with his as she quietly said, "I am happy, Ryan ... right here with you. I love you. I always have ... even when you only saw me as the geeky girl that followed you around."

Ryan looked at her with a grin. "You were a geek?" he teased innocently before he gently kissed her lips. "I'm kidding ... I've always had a place for you ... always."

Amanda laughed gently before she curled up closer against his side. Her bare leg moved over his as her fingers slowly caressed up his chest, reveling in the moment of being in his arms, laying in his bed, having him kiss her the way that she had always dreamed of him doing. Her blonde hair spilled out over his shoulder as her head rest there and she looked up at him with wide blue eyes. 

Ryan's green gaze looked down into hers. "You have the cutest puppy-dog eyes ever," he teased. "I don't wonder why I can never say not to you." He smiled at her.

Amanda smiled, a soft blush kissing her cheeks once again as she heard his words. She was simply lost in this helpless power that he had always had over her. Soft lips pressed upwards to his chin as she pressed her nude, young body up against his. "Then why say no?" she teased.

Ryan could feel the warmth of her skin against his own and the intoxicating feel of her privates grinding against his boxers. His eyes bore into hers as his lips came together for a moment, hearing her words. "Say no to what?" he carefully asked, his eyes searching hers.

Amanda could feel the butterflies take flight once more in her belly, unsure if she was more nervous about what she was offering or that he might turn her down. Moving slowly over him until she was straddling his hips and his cock pressed against her cunt through his boxers, her blonde hair spilled down over her shoulders to tease at her hardened nipples as she reached down to take his hands slowly. Trembling slightly as she moved them up to cover her breasts, she softly whispered, "Do you want me, Ryan?"

Ryan's thumbs caressed her hard nipples as his eyes glanced once over her body and then back to her eyes as he smiled gently. "I don't think I could say no. It does seem to be what you want ..." His hips lifted a little to grind into her through his boxers as his hands squeezed her breasts through her hair that lay across them.

Amanda gasped softly, a low moan escaping her lips. The sounds of the party downstairs were forgotten. The only thing that she could think of was him as her hips reflexively pushed down against his. She could feel the precum of his cock start to seep through the material of his boxers against her thigh. Shuddering helplessly as his fingers lightly pinched and played with her sensitive nipples, her shy smile appeared as she whispered, "I want to give myself to you, and Ryan ... I always have."

Pulling her torso down to his, Ryan kissed her deeply as their hips ground against one another. "It will hurt ..." he warned in a soft voice.

Amanda whimpered softly into his mouth, her breasts suddenly crushed against his hard chest as she felt his hand slide up over her hips, one hand moving up her back to push her harder down against him. Unshed tears kissed her blue eyes as she knew he was telling the truth, but she wanted to give him what no one else could ever have again after this moment. "I know," she whispered in a choked voice.

Ryan closed his eyes as his hand slipped down to push on his boxers letting, for the first time, her bare slit come in contact with a cock. His hardness sprung up against her as his hands pulled her up a bit and then pushed her back down, causing her slit to split along the length of it, from the base down to the tip as they ground against each other. "Want me to pull out or go find a rubber?" he asked his voice soft in her ear.

Amanda lifted up carefully, trembling as Ryan's fingers pulled his boxers down and then as she lowered once more, the wetness of her lips splitting over each side of his cock, covering him in moist heat, she could hear him groan with pleasure. Amanda trembled in his arms, feeling him push up and down along her slit, the head of his cock bumping into her engorged clit time and again, causing her to whimper with need even though she didn't really know what it was that she wanted. "I ... I don't know," she stammered, trying to stay focused even though she was drowning in this moment between them. "Wh ... what do you want?"

"I promise to pull out," he whispered, his voice full of concern as he realized the severity of the alternate. He could feel the love he had for her welling up within him as he kissed her, the warmth of her body flowing over him as he finally pushed her body up and then pulled it down a little, the head of his cock pushing against her small opening.

Amanda nodded, unable to speak really as she heard the concern in his voice, seeing it flash in his eyes and she knew, in that moment, what he was thinking even as it concerned her as well. Trembling lips pressed against his before she felt him raise her up some. Her fingers splayed out over his chest as she steadied herself, feeling his cock head slide along her slit until it lined up with her tight entrance. Never having anything pushed up inside her before and she reflexively tightened her muscles as she felt him prepare to enter her for the first time. Wide blue eyes locked to his as sweet lips pursed into a small 'o' as she starts to ease down slowly ...

Gripping her hips gently but fully as she lowered, Ryan could feel major resistance as his cock head finally pushed in with a {pop} through the muscles. A small groan escaped as he whispered, "Baby, you have to relax ... you're gonna squeeze me in half." He couldn't help but grin as he looked into her eyes, pulling her down for a kiss.

Amanda gasped as she felt just how big he was, afraid for a moment that he was going to rip her in two. She nodded, trying to relax as she felt just how wet she was as it leaked out onto her inner thighs. Trembling, she could feel her muscles relax some as his cock slid in deeper, eyes widening as the pressure increased. It verged on the edge of painful, a soft cry erupting into his mouth as he kissed her. "Ryan ..." she said on a moan.

"Easy Mannie, sweetie," he said softly, pressing his hands downwards, slipping a couple of inches into her newly forming hole. Reaching resistance finally, he could feel her wince a bit and his eyes locked on her as they flew open in pleasured shock.

Amanda cried out as his cock finally broke through her barrier, a sudden rush of warmth intermingled with a searing momentary pain. A single tear slid down her flushed cheek as the pain started to fade, replaced by a feeling of intense fullness. Closing her eyes, she bit down on her lip as she held perfectly still, her walls seeming to clamp reflexively down over his cock. "Ryan ..." she whimpered.

The blood and fluids mixed over their bodies as her warmth spread down him in lubrication as he took her barrier in such passion that it sent shivers down his spine. Feeling her clamp down around him, he pushed her hips up and pulled most of the way out slowly as her breath slowed down. "You okay, Amanda?" he whispered, concern in his voice, afraid for a moment that he had hurt her badly.

Amanda blinked back the tears, the wound of his voice bringing her back as eyelashes fluttered open. She looked startled for a moment before her blue eyes finally locked on his face, seeing his concern. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he nearly pulled all the way out, an ache beginning as she suddenly wanted to feel him back inside of her. "Y ... yes," she whispered, leaning down to kiss him, the simple movement pushing her stretching cunt further down on him again.

Ryan was amazed as she impaled herself halfway down onto him. His hips wiggled in pleasure as her hard clit ground against his length on the way down. He kissed her, whispering through it against her lips, "Oh Mannie ..."

Amanda couldn't help but moan into the kiss, her fingers seeming to suddenly move on their own accord across his chest as her lips moved against his. She could feel his length push further up into her and her clit seemed to be on fire as it rubbed up against him. "Ryan ... oh, Ryan," she moaned against his lips.

Ryan moved her by the hips up and down, then front to back so that her clit rubbed hard against his length as they moved together. Finally wiggling all eight inches deep into her, Ryan slowly pulled her up and then back down again, helping her adjust to his size. "Sweetie ... I love you," he managed to say, gasping as her nails traced down his chest.

Amanda gasped deeply, feeling Ryan manipulate her body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably until he was buried completely to the hilt. Hearing his voice and words, she shuddered against him, her blonde hair strewn over them as she leaned over him. "I ... I love you," she managed to whisper back.

Ryan stayed deep within her as he reached down to rub her slit with his thumb. He could feel himself throbbing deep within her as he pressed his lips to her soft ones.

Amanda jerked unexpectedly as his thumb made contact with her sensitive clit. She had no clue that it could be this ... this intense! Her soft cry got lost in his mouth as his lips claimed hers, her cunt walls clamping down on his cock as she can't help but move against him.

Ryan moaned out as her tightness surrounded his cock. He whimpered a little as he whispered in her ear, "Sweetie, that feels good ... too good. Be careful ... I don't want to lose control in you." He pulled out and then pushed back in as he spoke gently into her ear.

Amanda gasped, her breath long gone as Ryan pulled slowly out and then pushed back in again. She wasn't really sure what it was that she was doing that would make him say that but felt some kind of sense of pride to know that she was making him feel good. Her breath exploded against his neck as she pushed back some, starting to sit up on him, causing his cock to push deeper. A cry lifted from her lips as she gasped, "Is it ... am I ... oh, Ryan!"

Ryan could feel her body explode on his, her walls spasmming as her sweet hot breath pounded into his shoulder. He could feel her juices flowing around them as he moaned, trying to hold back as hard as he could. "Mannie ... go head ... cum on me," he encouraged, his voice soft in her ear.

Amanda couldn't help but shudder almost violently, her cunt walls clamping down on him tighter than before. Her back arched, causing his cock head to push against her cervix as she suddenly cried out, nails biting into his flesh as she came unexpectedly, blue eyes wide. "Ohhhhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhh, Ryan!"

Ryan groaned as he almost lost control. "Mannie, oh Mannie ..." he cried, feeling her spill over him and around him, cumming for the first time on a guy. He pushed up on her hips, feeling his self-control slipping quickly. "Sweetie ... quick! Move off ... I'm going to cum too and I can't ... not in you!"

Amanda trembled helplessly, lost in the moment, her mind not quite registering on what he was saying as her cunt walls collapsed around him. Hot, sweet nectar flowed out over his throbbing cock before she realized what he meant. Rolling to the right, she slipped off of him as she felt hot tears kiss her cheeks, overcome with the emotion of finally being with the guy she had always loved.

The sudden rush of cool air on his throbbing cock gave Ryan a moment to breathe deep and control the urge he had to cum. Pulling her close to hug against him, he kissed her passionately, his knee rubbing against her still soaking and jerking cunt.

Amanda shuddered against him as she felt his knee press against her flooding pussy and she reached over to feel his hot, hard cock. It seemed to throb against her fingers. "Did ... did you ... Ryan?" she asked, blushing crimson.

Ryan shook his head, taking a deep shaky breath. "No ...you rolled off in time. Close though ... damn! You felt soooo good, Mannie," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I would have never guessed. I have never felt like that," he admitted.

Amanda glanced down, seeing his cock throb in the air. Her fingers reached out again, gently stroking it as she blushed from his words. But then she had the sudden urge to see him cum too. "Doesn't it ... hurt?" she asked softly

Ryan shook his head with a grin, turning his face to look at her. "No, why would it?" he asked.

Amanda looked at his throbbing cock glistening in the dimly lit bedroom, covered with her juices as she saw for the first time just how thick he was. Exploring fingers gently reached out to touch it, feeling him jerk somewhat beneath her fingers as she looked to his face. "I had always heard that if you didn't cum, it hurts," she answered honestly.




All Grown Up Ch. 03



All characters who are sexually active are 18 or older.

A big thanks to my editor, kjplotts, who gave me some great feedback, caught my flubs and made this a much more readable story. Thanks! Also thank you to all who read my first two chapters. Special thanks for the ratings and reviews!

 A quick note for those who have already read Chapter 2 - I just got the updated version posted, it's not drastically different plot-wise, and yet there are a few changes and additions - especially in the smut department. Just a 'heads up' for those who want the most up to date story ;)

This is a continuation of All Grown Up, CH's 1 & 2. As such the story will make little to no sense without first reading the preceding chapters.

While things heated up considerably last chapter, they turn downright nasty this time. In point of fact, this chapter may push the boundaries for some readers - it is most definitely Non-Consent for a reason. This is not done to glorify sexual assault, but rather to advance the plot. If rape disturbs you, when you get to the group sex, skip down to the next "..." that I use for scene breaks.

To my readers who feel betrayed by Amy's behavior - those who wanted a simple lovely romance between the young couple - I apologize. As mentioned at the beginning of Chapter 1, life changes people, and while Amy had a lot of 'help' from Brit, if you look carefully you will see that Amy was always a much more sexually aggressive person than Sean. That might have worked out wonderfully for them had this trip never happened. But it did, and now they will both deal with the consequences. Unfortunately for Amy, trusting the wrong person will cost her much more before her ordeal is through.

Thanks again for your reviews,

Jason

"All Grown Up CH3: Growing Pains"

'Light, too bright. Head hurts. Pussy sore... but oh how good that soreness feels!' Amy couldn't remember having such conflicting thoughts as she awoke. Her head did hurt, no doubt from drinking. The light was way too bright; again, she thought, a reaction from the booze.

But why did her- "Mmmmmmmhhhhhhaaaaa!" All thoughts were scrambled as the teen crested an orgasm without warning, her hands darted down to rest upon the soft head of hair belonging to the talented tongue so busily lapping away at her juices; juices which she could now feel had saturated her thighs and still seeped from her quivering quim.

Amy had always been a messy cummer, she mused to herself, it was one of those things that Sean loved but at the same time, it had made it very hard for them to be intimate without making a- "OHHHHhhhhhmmmMMYGOODDDDDD!"

Another! Another orgasm? What was that sliding into her? Two fingers, two fingers were thrusting up into her sore little puss and rubbing her G-spot just perfectlyyyyyy- "OH! OH YEAHHHHSSSsssssssss!" The third release in as many moments had the young woman seeing spots, her breath ragged as she struggled to find any control of her pleasure-wracked body.

Over those few moments, Brittany had slipped her fingers and tongue into every sensitive place the brunette knew of and a few that were brand new, deliciously intense discoveries.

Now, however, Amy began squirming, approaching the fine line between euphoric bliss and over-stimulation. But then the fingers stopped thrusting, just staying there, filling her. She felt wonderfully content as the soft tongue darted gently around her tender outer lips, lapping at her still-flowing juices even as those talented fingers were finally, oh-so-slowly, removed.

Coming down from the high, Amy finally risked a squint-eyed glance between her legs.

Yep, bright blonde hair, a flash of blue eyes - smiling mischievously as always: her step-sister Brittany had just eaten her pussy.

'A woman just ate your pussy.' Amy frowned for a moment at the conflicts she felt. Then Brit began giving her long, slow, taint-to-clit licks with the flat of her soft tongue.

'Your Step-Sister is licking your pussy!' She winced, her frown deepening as the word 'incest' rolled through her pleasure-muddled head. Her mind whirred with a mixture of confused alarm warring with the pure satisfaction of a well-pleasured puss; both battling for dominance of her thoughts. It did not help that she felt almost boneless - seemingly stripped of any energy or care. The disconcerting idea of (incestuous?) lesbian sex was weakly battling the steady, mind-numbing pleasure emanating from between her legs.

It was the age old battle; Angel vs. Devil. What remained of her innocent side was trying to get Amy to run away, to yell 'Stop!' to 'Do Something!' The Devil inside simply looked down at those playful, laughing baby-blues and acknowledged that she'd rarely been so thoroughly satisfied. Actually, had Brittany not spoken, Amy might have lay there for as long as the blonde was willing to keep pleasuring her.

In fact, the brunette's sluttier side was toying with thoughts of what it might be like to...

But no, Brittany spoke; and reality came crashing in on the euphoric teen.

"MMMMmmmm!" the older girl enthused, licking her fingers as she sat up and stared into Amy's half-lidded brown eyes. "Wow girl, your pussy tastes so good with all that cum mixed in it!" the blonde exclaimed, her eyes dancing brightly. Her voice was so enthusiastic that the meaning of the words almost didn't register in the younger woman's mind.

'All That Cum.'

Amy's heart abruptly stopped beating as those words resounded in her head.

'... Mixed'

The teen's entire body clenched - her eyes clamped closed as if to refuse the implications, the muscles corded in her neck and she ground her teeth in desperate denial.

Brittany missed these warning signs, oblivious to the way the prone young girl's entire body had suddenly gone rigid. She was sitting up, stretching her back, eyes closed and relishing the taste of her prim step-sister whose juices coated her face and chest. Her sigh of satisfaction went unheard by the panicking teen.

'All that cum mixed in... in my ...'

Amy leapt from the bed, her knee actually smacking Brit in the side of the head, sending the blonde sprawling - not that the brunette noticed. The teen's mind was racing, her heart hammering in her chest even as she struggled to gain her footing as she stumbled towards her goal.

Sprinting to the bathroom, she just managed to reach the toilet before expelling her stomach contents, her retching mixed with an agonized, wordless howl. Somehow she had reflexively closed the door, and the sound of her anguish echoed in the closed room.

'What have I done!?' her mind demanded, hands clutching onto the toilet rim until her bloodless fingers matched the porcelains' pure white hue.

Amy's thoughts were still addled by the potent combination of alcohol and drugs; her body swayed on the floor in front of the toilet for some time before her head abruptly snapped up. Wild eyed, she glanced around the bathroom as if to make sure nobody could see her... only to conclude moments later that it didn't matter. It didn't matter if anyone could see her, if anyone could hear her. It only mattered that she did... things.

'What things though?'

"What have I done!?" she screamed, a ragged, harsh bellow that was quickly followed by Brittany slamming the door open and tackling the teen. The blonde had covered the panicking girl in a thick robe and she soon held the weakly struggling brunette down without much effort, wrapped securely in the fluffy white folds.

When Amy caught a glimpse of the older girl, she absently noted that Brittany looked truly shocked; she deliberately avoided meeting her gaze again. Turning her dark eyes around the small room, she considered the shower, 'I have to wash, have to clean myself out! Clean the cum out!'

Yet, as Amy's gaze continued to wander around the bathroom without really seeing anything, only steadfastly evading the blue eyes of her captor, she felt like she'd never be clean again. Suddenly defeated, Amy soon subsided into a series of choked sobs, her world faded into darkness only moments later.

Brittany had genuinely freaked out at the drastic mood swings and outbursts from her step-sister. She had to think fast to find a way to do damage control before last night's party became their last.

...

When the teen woke again, the light was still way too bright, her head still throbbed in time with her pulse and she was back in her bed.

A shudder passed through the young woman's body and she violently tore the covers from herself to verify that, no, there was no blonde between her legs. She was alone.

Glancing around, Amy saw a full glass of water and a variety of pills on the bedside table. She downed the water thirstily but avoided the medici... drugs. That's what they were, Brittany took drugs and like a fool she had been taking them as well. She trusted the energetic, glamorous blonde and in return-

"Oh God!" Amy shrieked, then sobbed again in fresh pain; her head pounded as her own exclamation seemed to crash around inside her head. This was in addition to the sharp ache in her throat, which was raw from her earlier, primal screams - not to mention last nights... what? The fleeting memory of screaming in ecstasy seemed startlingly clear for a moment and then... nothing. She hovered there, on the edge of recollection and ignorance when another scene resolved itself in her mind's eye.

Then she began to recall more - so much more - yet none of it made any sense!

She collapsed back into bed as her head filled with images, sounds and spikes of feelings from the night before. Every random detail was somehow both hazy and sharply defined. Recollected thrums of orgasmic bliss slid into waves of numb disconnectedness - her mind seemed to slip from murky impressions to ferociously clear flashbacks and then subsided again into oblivion even as she felt the room tilting under her body.

Curling into the fetal position, the teen began rocking herself slowly, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Once again, her eyes were clamped closed as though shutting out the world as much as the painfully bright light. Soon she began to keen, a continuous tone of misery that accompanied her as she faded back into unconsciousness.

Even there she found no respite as she was plagued by erotically charged nightmares.

The next time she awoke it was with a cool wash-cloth on her forehead. She recognized the familiar, comforting scent first, and then the soft touch of her mother's hand on her cheek.

Best of all was the concern in her gentle words, "You poor girl, what a harsh lesson to learn." Her mother's voice was low, a soothing yet sorrowful tone that confusingly conveyed sympathy, not judgment.

'She knows?' Amy struggled to think coherently. 'Does that make it better, that she's here taking care of me, not telling me what a slut I am? Shouldn't she be condemning me?'

"Take this sweetie, you need your rest. Give yourself a couple of days and you'll feel much better, alright?"

Amy's confused thoughts were interrupted by her mother's continued kind words as she handed her daughter a glass of water and a couple of pills. The teen swallowed it all down without question, and her stomach rumbled loudly as the young woman settled back onto her pillow. Although she did not ask for food, she was not surprised when her mom turned back with a bowl of delicious smelling soup - which turned out to be more of a broth really - and some crackers.

Amy could not remember the last time this had happened, not since she was a little girl surely, but she readily allowed her mother to feed her. When the broth and crackers were gone, the two sat in silence for a while; Lydia gently smoothing her daughter's hair and softly stroking her pallid face.

While the teen lay outwardly docile, her mind raged somewhere between self-pity and self-hatred; all the while waiting for judgement to come from her mom. But it never did.

"I think it would be best if you get some more rest. Stephen and I will be gone till Saturday but we'll have his phone with us. The staff nurse will check on you from time to time but they assure me that this kind of thing happens to tourists sometimes and it just takes time to get through, OK? The important thing is that you got back safe. You can recover while your step-dad and I are on this tour, don't beat yourself up too badly, just get better, alright?"

Lydia was a little disconcerted, and somewhat confused at her daughter's lack of response, but she chalked it up to the results of alcohol poisoning. She hoped that her daughter would learn a lesson from this and never over-indulge again. However, she remembered her own experiences and prayed that her child wouldn't have to learn the hard way more than once - the way she had done in her wild college days.

Neither dark-haired woman had a clue what was going on in the other's mind, and Lydia certainly had no idea what had really befallen her daughter.

For Amy's part, not knowing how much her mom knew was terrifying. Her words didn't make sense: if she knew that her daughter had gone out, gotten drunk and then... she shuddered and closed off further thoughts down that path.

Yet, she kept waiting for her mom to let some barbed comment slip, some tone or remark that showed her disappointment. It was a thoroughly confused teenager that accepted her mother's kiss upon her forehead and then watched as the woman slipped from the room without even a disappointed look back.

The traumatized brunette was unable to puzzle out the mystery, and before long, a troubled sleep claimed her once again.

She dozed for a while, but without a clock nearby, Amy had no idea what time it was when she groggily came back to awareness. The girl was able to make out that that the sun was almost down from the light coming in through the glass doors of the balcony in the living room. Her head spun a bit when she sat up sometime later. She made it to the toilet uncertainly, but her stomach was settled enough to let her keep her meager sustenance down. A while later the teen tottered back into her bed, and once again slipped into a tormented sleep.

When she next came around it was fully dark. She was warm, held in the arms of someone, and a panic-attack began to rise as she realized, from the smell of the familiar musky scent, that it was her step-sister that held her. Amy immediately began to thrash, trying and failing to pull herself from the grasp of the person that she blamed for her downfall.

"Shhhh...shhhhh, easy girl. Let's just get you some toast and some water and we'll talk, OK?" The blonde's tone was as soothing as her own mother's had been, yet Amy didn't believe in the older girl's sincerity.

Her weakness only made struggling against the normally stronger girl an exercise in frustration and the teen quickly resorted to attacking with words when escape was clearly impossible.

"What did you say?" the younger woman bit out. "What did you tell my mom that you did to me?"

"Did to you?" The surprise was so plain in Brit's voice that it was as if Amy could see the emotion on her face even in the darkness.

The older woman released her hold on Amy, then got up to stand at the side of the bed. Although the teen could barely make out the other girls form in the murky darkness, she could practically feel the anger rolling off the blonde.

As the teen pushed herself up against the headboard, she found something held before her face. It was the toast, the white of the plate standing out in the dim light, the darker squares of bread clearly showing in the center.

Brittany's tone was somewhat aggressive as she spoke at last, "I don't recall you complaining; hell, all you had to do was say 'no', but you never did, did you?" The accusation was clear in the question, but the way the blonde proffered the food towards Amy, followed by a softer, "you need to eat," eased some of the sting from her words.

The smell of the food was distracting. In the teen's muddled mind, she tried to understand the sudden verbal parry from the person who did... what exactly?

Amy was so desperately confused, she couldn't quite follow a solid train of thought from start to finish. Her head was still hazy and the clash of emotions, questions, and Brit's own clear accusation only served to add doubts into the already sketchy assumptions the teen had formed.

She was sure Brittany was at fault... somehow. She was not absolving herself, yet she could not believe that she would do those things without... 'Without what?' her mind reeled once again, her barely cohesive thoughts dissolving into confusion. 'What happened?'

"Oh honey, I don't understand what's wrong, what happened?" Brittany's tone was kind, but not apologetic, and somehow echoed Amy's desperate internal discourse. "Listen, I'm sorry if you think things got out of hand, but it's not like you lost your v-card or anything."

A dull roar filled the teens' hearing, the result of the intense shock and grief over her lost virginity - lost to some total stranger she could only recall as being tanned and... tall, maybe?

Brit never paused, and in the dark she could not see the flush of horror that had overtaken the teen's face. The blonde was talking again before the choked gasp could be detected, as the tears suddenly fill Amy's eyes. 'What happened?' she repeated the desperate question over and over in her head, her mind demanding the answer that it seemed neither of them were able to provide. The answer that the young woman instinctively feared that she didn't really want to know.

Amy finally struggled to concentrate on Brittany's words, something about letting go...

Narrowing her focus on the blonde at her side, the teen once again heard words past the strange rushing sound, yet she had completely lost track of what the young woman had been saying.

"―right?" Brit inquired about something or other, and Amy could only stare blankly back, vaguely glad that the dark obscured the look upon her face that surely showed just how lost she was.

Undeterred, the worldly college woman continued on as though she hadn't been ignored. "Girl, let's be honest, you had such a good time last night that it scared you. When was the last time you orgasmed that many times, if ever?" Brit's words prodded at the teen, not exactly goading, but giving no quarter, making no concessions and most frustrating for Amy: revealing no clues as to what the "good time" entailed.

Instead of prompting answers, all that Brit's words brought forth were a few scenes of the night's debauchery, which swirled before Amy's mind's eye only to be whisked away before she could consider them. Once again she realized that she wasn't so sure that she wanted to remember... she just wished it would all go away at this point.

Brit's words shook the brunette back to the present, "I think we can agree that you just need to be more careful with your drinking," she pronounced with a smile in her tone. "A little slip of a woman like you isn't going to be able to out drink a pro like me, without a lot of practice, even two to one like last night," the blonde finished with a short laugh.

Somewhere in the back of the teen's battered ego, a small spark of pride was lit at Brittany's use of the word 'woman.' Just as quickly as the spark was lit, the implications of why the college girl now used that word caused Amy's stomach to roil, her shame a thick and physical thing as it rose in her throat.

Stifling her sobs into whimpers, the teen silently wept even as she heard the other girl moving out of the room.

Amy finally got a look at Brit as she turned on the light in the hall to strap her high heels on. The older girl was dressed in her silver-sheen party dress, her makeup and hair appeared to be done. 'She's going out?' Amy barely suppressed voicing her surprise.




All Grown Up Ch. 03



As if once again reading her mind, Brit announced, "Sweetie, I'm gonna go out. I didn't plan on being here another night or two, but what with you getting sick, your parents took a winery tour and will be back late Saturday or early Sunday; apparently the roads can be iffy when it storms, and they are in the forecast. Anyway, I thought it was really sweet the way your mom didn't rip into you for getting so drunk, you can bet my dad wasn't so kind... of course I was fifteen when it happened to me," she finished with another short laugh. "Well, you know I can't pass up another opportunity with Carlos!" This time she giggled, gushing like a teen with her first crush.

Standing in the bedroom doorway, the excited blonde gestured towards the end table by the bed. "Your mom left some meds that the hotel nurse gave her for nausea and there's a bottle of Advil there as well. The phone is right there if you need to call room service and the staff nurse knows about your alcohol poisoning so just tell them the room number and ask for the nurse if you get really sick, OK?" The party girl rambled along as she finished preparing to leave. "I'll be back in the morning and we'll get you out in the sun," she finished as she neared the exit. "Get some rest, things will look better in the morning."

With that, Brittany pulled Amy's door almost closed, and left the hall light on as she slipped out of their hotel room.

'No doubt off to more fucking and sucking', the teen snarled in her mind. 'Ouch,' Amy physically winced, 'harsh thoughts... even if they are accurate, I don't have any right-' She shook further thoughts from her mind, once again sending her hair flying from physically mimicking her mental motions, making her a bit disoriented from dizziness in the bargain.

Amy looked at the bedside table in the paltry light. Seeing none of Brit's 'mystery pills', she grabbed a few Advil and washed them down, gobbling the last piece of toast as she slowly made her way to the bathroom.

Not having to run to use the toilet was a nice change, but getting clean hadn't left the back of the brunette's mind all day. She took a thorough shower, paying special attention to getting her still-sore pussy clean, yet she had no trouble avoiding stimulating herself. Her lust, which she could remember as being as a physical thing, nearly out of control as a raging fire, was extinguished like a match in a lake due to her self-loathing and guilt.

She finally managed to set aside her thoughts as she concentrated on the mindless, yet comfortingly normal routines of preparing for bed. With her teeth brushed, face lotion applied and hair in a towel, Amy finally felt a bit more human. She crawled into bed naked, except the towel bound in her long hair; she didn't have enough energy to look for a new nightshirt and the old one... was best not thought about.

Her stomach was still feeling rebellious, and although the teen was hesitant to trust anything that Brit gave her, her mom did say something about a nurse. Not wanting a repeat of last night's runs to the toilet, Amy took two of the plain yellow nausea capsules and washed them down with a little water.

Sleep seemed to claim her quickly, as if waiting for her the moment she closed her eyes. Her mind was as exhausted as her body and she was glad to have the next day to work through the mystery of "last night."

Amy didn't realize it, but she had lost a day. She'd been putting off deciding on what she would tell Sean; subconsciously she believed that she had another day to think, to figure out what exactly had happened. That decision would be taken from her as well.

...

Amy awoke to waves of pleasure... her consciousness riding along on intensely rocking waves of bliss. She heard a murmur of sound, too quiet to understand, but it was washed away on surges of euphoria.

Swells of pleasure rolled through her body... growing and subsiding only to intensify once again, building her lust higher and higher.

Deep, ragged breaths and sharp exhalations reached her ears, and Amy became vaguely aware that she was the one breathing so harshly.

Eyes heavy with sleep, mind fogged with another dose of Benzos, Amy felt her stomach muscles tightening in preparation for a mighty crash. She could sense an epic orgasm swelling like a tidal wave within her belly - her fingers and toes tingled, her toned ass clenched, shivers ran up and down her spine: these were the signs, the delicious feelings of impending madness that only came at the end of the slowest of loving sessions. Only her lover had ever taken her to this plateau. Sean could make love to her pussy for an hour or more and ever so carefully ratchet her up - she knew better than to beg for her release, she had learned long ago just to accept the gift he was giving.

He loved her so intensely, so deeply, and that love showed in his attention to her pleasure, his knowledge of her wants and needs - and how to drive her to ultimate euphoria.

A blissful smile covered her face as her lover slowly pushed a finger against her asshole, her juices giving all the lube he'd need to penetrate her - and yet he didn't. He just rubbed and teased, making circles and brushing against the super-sensitive, ridged pucker of flesh. He waited for that, for penetration, until just the right moment.

Likewise, his tongue didn't so much spear into her center as it slipped inside like a thief, swirling to one side and then the other, stealing a shudder as it withdrew only to slip stealthily upwards, swirling her clit gently then to return to her core as the intense sensations almost pushed her over... almost.

Fingers slid along her stomach, dancing, rubbing against the flat plane of her tummy and tracing along her hip to the downy fuzz above her trembling puss.

Amy once again mused that Sean was fascinated by her pussy. She had accused him of loving it more than her, but the charge lacked any real conviction - how could she complain when his very eyes were proclaiming his devotion even as his tongue and fingers were bringing her such joy? Not that she could see his eyes now, for she knew this had to be a dream. Sean was thousands of miles away, so she kept her eyes tightly closed and reveled in the memory of being completely loved.

She was jolted from her reverie as his pace had changed subtly, two of his strong fingers delved slightly into her sodden opening, the other hand slowly journeyed through her soft fur to spread her lips up top... the final assault would begin soon and Amy shivered in anticipation. She never knew exactly how he would do it, but pulling her lips open heralded the dedicated laving of his tongue on her clit, and once that began it was just a matter of moments until he revealed how he would end the sweet torture.

Amy's stomach rippled with anxiousness, her thighs clenched, but not together - he had trained her to keep from crushing them closed lest his tender ministrations be cut short. Her toes pointed up and out as her feet began to stretch, calves tensing, her breathing began to catch and hitch... 'Oh Lord, he's going to kill me with this one!'

The finger... wait, was it a thumb? She thought so, it seemed that he'd twisted his hand and his thumb was pushing against her nether hole, pushing and circling even as his fingers slipped a little further into her fluttering pussy, rubbing at the rough patch of skin that sent her just to the edge. "OHhhhhhhhhhyyyesssssssSSSSSSOOOHHPLEEAASSSSSE!"

His tongue jabbed, then swirled, and then- "OH OHHHHSSSSSEANNNN!" -he sucked in her clit even as he plunged his thumb up into her ass- "SEAN! Yessssss" -fingers twisting, plunging into her sopping pussy, she gushed even more juice over his wrist and out onto the sheets "-SEAaaahhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnNNNNNGGGGGGooood so gooood SO GOOOOD! Ohh ohhhh baby so gooood."

She was barely coming down from the high - her breathing harsh, the blood pounding in her ears - when the phone rang. She instinctively turned her head away, letting him get it, or not, she really didn't care, what little energy she had for thought was pondering the thumb that had finally penetrated her nether hole. 'Did they talk about going that far or had he just gotten carried away? Would he feel guilty? She didn't!'

He had picked up the strange sounding phone before the first ring had even finished. A fact which barely registered in the delirious teens mind except to make her happy that the room was quiet (except for the sounds of her ragged breathing). Well, and except for his low voice; she vaguely wondered who he was speaking with.

Something wasn't quite right, but the recovering girl wasn't bothered enough to emerge from her veil of sensual pleasure. His fingers slowly rubbed gentle circles over her sodden pussy lips - that was new - and it kept her glow going even longer.

The few words that did penetrate her dopamine-fogged brain were confusing, and Amy's memory struggled to replay them but was inclined to ride these subtle waves his fingers were giving her instead.

Her worrisome internal voice wouldn't quit nagging though - the one that insisted that something was wrong - and when she finally focused past the haze, her mind became sharpened by sheer panic even as her eyes flew open.

That wasn't Sean's voice.

"-told you, she can't come to the phone right now, she's trying to recover from the orgasm I just gave her."

Amy lunged clumsily, landing in a sprawl at the foot of the bed; she didn't even come close to dislodging the phone from Brit's grip. The blonde stood there at the side of the bed, her short, curvy body naked except for a pair of electric blue panties.

Amy was stunned by this sudden turn of events. What was Brit saying? Who was she talking to, it couldn't be Sean? She could not believe her ears and was seemingly paralyzed as her step-sister continued to lay out the teen's secret sins, her darkest failings.

"Listen, if you hadn't been so stingy with your cock, she wouldn't have had to look elsewhere for satisfaction, OK? She's a real woman now, she's given herself to some real men and loved it, didn't you baby?" the blonde finished with a softer tone, turning to look at the crying teen. Her face suddenly looked a bit concerned, but not so troubled that she recanted her words.

Tears streamed down Amy's cheeks as she reached for the phone. Brit shrugged and handed the receiver to the slender teen who sat naked on the floor.

"Sean?" she choked out, a low groan emerged as she wondered if he'd already hung up.

Maybe it was unfortunate that he hadn't because, as usual, he was direct and to the point when he finally spoke. "Is it true? Have you had sex with a... with how many men?" His voice was eerily calm, each quiet word coming through the line like a kick to her gut - the irony didn't escape Amy that this was the best line quality that they'd had of any of their calls; the static-free silence when he wasn't speaking was crushing.

She could not find her voice, even if her thoughts weren't struggling through a thick fog, what could she say?

Amy heard his stifled breathing and the deep, sharp breath that he drew before he became more demanding. "Well? Is it true? Did that slut just give you an orgasm? Have you had sex... given your virginity to some stranger? Tell me!" Sean's voice was hoarse now, he was somehow shouting without raising his voice, and with a fresh surge of raw panic Amy realized that he was crying. Sean never cried, well, she only knew of once, at her father's wake. He didn't think she'd notice as she was bawling against his chest... but now.

Amy slammed closed any thoughts of how her father would react if he could see her now.

"I..." Amy choked out, unable to continue any further; every attempt to pull together an excuse, a story, any response at all, was akin to trying to catch a fish bare handed - the thoughts seemed to squirm away just as she took hold. Not that it mattered, she had never been able to lie to him. Even had she been ready to do so, he had always seen through even the smallest of deceptions. What could she say to this?

"Fine. I told you to enjoy your vacation to the fullest, and you took me at my word. I wouldn't want to hold you back. Enjoy the diseases that slut will share with you. Did you know she tried half a dozen times to get me to cheat on you? So--"

"What?" Amy exclaimed, but Sean never paused, overriding her strangled cry.

"―if you're choosing her and strangers over a future with me then you've been lying to me all along, haven't you?"

"―No! Sean I―" Again she got no further as Sean's vehement voice overpowered her trembling tones.

"―Don't lie to me Amy. Why bother? It's not like you ever really cared. Have fun with your new friends, we're done."

No click... just silence which stretched on for a few seconds. 'Maybe he didn't―'

The fast busy tone that interrupted her thought was the most horrifyingly final sound Amy had ever heard. Her nerveless fingers let the receiver drop to the floor. She followed shortly after, having passed out from the shock of what had just happened.

Amy was not aware when, some few moments later, Brit managed to get her to swallow a valium while she was still out of it. The teen was completely out when the blonde picked up the phone and made a few calls.

Throughout the day the young woman awoke a few times in a complete daze; she was fed soup and crackers and given some meds and then faded back to sleep.

In the few moments that she was partially awake her mind had slid back a day, latching on to the familiar actions as proof that the phone call had never happened, that it was just another twisted nightmare - it was the only way that she could cope.

When evening came, she found that Brit was dressed in a robe instead of a fancy dress... the change was enough to rattle Amy from her stupor, at least to ask why.

"You're not goin'out?" she slurred slightly, her tongue thick in her dry mouth.

"No," the blonde replied, "I'm gonna stay in tonight, you're in pretty bad shape and I feel bad for letting you get so drunk."

"Oh," was all Amy could think to say, her mind latching onto the 'anchor' of the story, helping her deny the phone call, desperately scrambling to avoid the reality that threatened her sanity.

A few minutes later Brit had brought her some supper. More toast and some soup - with potatoes and meat this time - and her meds. In her stupor she never questioned what the little yellow pills were for, a fleeting memory of nausea pills slid past as they went down.

Sometime later, the teen's mind was floating along with little if any concern for what was going on around her. Brit came in with a nice big glass of wine and the two snuggled up and watched some very hot videos on Brit's laptop.

With Amy's eyes glued to a scene with three guys on one girl, Brit gradually worked her hand under the covers and tweaked the teen's thick brown nipple, garnering a long moan.

Satisfied that her latest meds had brought Amy into a more excited, yet compliant state of mind, Brit had her stand and dressed the young woman in a sexy, dark blue lingerie set. The teen took basic direction, helping in getting dressed, but was seemingly detached from whatever was happening to her let alone going on around her - until she was stimulated.

When Amy felt Brit's caresses, it seemed to light a fire deep in her belly, and within moments the teen's hips began to grind against the blonde's body.

With an impish grin, Brit slowly cupped the brunette's panty-clad pussy; the reaction was immediate, Amy began pushing and rocking against the pressure on her sex.

Glancing at her watch, the blonde realized that it was almost time for the rest of her company to arrive. With her hand still massaging Amy's silk-covered quim, Brit led the teen out to the living room where her ace in the hole - the head of the hotel staff - was waiting somewhat impatiently. He was in his forties, and not in bad shape, if a bit plain in the face. Best of all he was already naked, and his long slender cock surged to half-mast when the two scantily clad women entered the room.

Amy was oblivious to the presence of the older man, she continued to rock herself against Brit's fingers until the blonde pulled away even as she pushed the younger woman down to the couch.

The brunette sat with a dissatisfied grunt, and Brittany had to suppress a giggle at the girl's muttered grumblings as the blonde gave the man the go-ahead to start playing with his 'reward.' The older girl was giving Amy to Mr. Salete in exchange for his arranging for the hotel to look the other way while she threw an orgy. He'd even booked the adjacent rooms empty, and several more of his staff would be stopping by tomorrow afternoon for the big event. Tonight was just a warm-up, to get Amy ready for a real party that she would be the star of.

Amy neither heard nor cared about the reason Brit left - her attention was locked on the naked man who had come to stand in front of her. She was unconcerned when he pulled off her pretty blue bra and grabbed her small tits, squeezing and twisting her nipples. The pain was mixed with a spike of pleasure and she felt the surge of slickness in her pussy at once.

She would be shocked to find that she had been rubbing herself through her panties ever since Brit stopped playing with her. The teen had no reservations when the stranger brought his mostly rigid dick straight to her mouth, she opened wide and leaned forward willingly.

Amy was sucking him sloppily in moments, and soon her fingers were buried in her hot snatch making her moan around his cock even as he began to push his hardening length deeper into her wet mouth. Being somewhat short, he decided to change the angle so he pushed her down to lay on the couch. The manager pulled the young girl's lacy panties away in one smooth motion, and then fed his now fully engorged member back into her eager mouth while he played with her already moist folds.

Somewhere in the teen's subconscious mind she saw this whole thing as one of her porn movies. She had always had a ferocious libido, sometimes having to masturbate for hours to get to sleep after hearing Steven and Lydia's love making. Her many hours of online 'inspiration' now seemed more like 'instruction,' and the slender brunette settled in to create her very own home sex movie.

...

'That's right you stuck up little bitch, I knew it!' Brittany's triumphant thoughts may have felt a little vindictive, but she brushed that off as she watched her step-sister gobbling cock like a pro.

She had never really liked the spoiled little rich girl. Their family was living off of insurance money, her mom only working at a boutique to pass the time.

Sure, Brit's dad was doing well financially, in fact his company was making him a very rich man, but that was only a recent development. Until three years ago they had lived on ramen noodles, microwave burritos, mac'n'cheese and generic cereal. Her dad was a shell of himself for years after her mom had 'died' when she was eleven, and only in these last few years - since she finished high school and began taking care of his needs - had he recovered and begun using his brilliant mind once again.

Lydia was the first woman that Brit hadn't been able to sabotage, her efforts at undermining his previous gold digging whores were one of her fondest challenges. But somehow, Brittany didn't know why, her dad had locked onto Amy's mom as 'the one' and nothing she did even slowed him down. She was well aware that once he made up his mind, he would never back down. To Brittany's perception, Lydia was all too happy to let another rich man take care of her. The bitch's scrawny little daughter was such a clueless child, though at first she did get a kick out of the idea of a little sister that worshiped her.




All Grown Up Ch. 03



Then there was Sean. Polite, loving, perfectly toned Sean. Sean this, Sean that. The girl would never shut up about how much they loved each other and how wonderful he was. Blech. The blonde had to admit that the kid was well on his way to being a wet dream: all lean muscles, gorgeous eyes and that obviously solid package. It irked the college girl that she couldn't even get him to show the tiniest interest in her. The poor kid was so besotted with his stick thin girlfriend that he never even gave her curves a glance. Hell, she'd even gotten aggressive a few times and the boy had only run away.

That's when Brit had spoken to Amy - when she'd learned that they were "saving themselves." Ha! The experienced woman knew that the girl was going nuts from sexual frustration. In Brit's wise opinion, the kids hadn't a prayer of making it as a couple. Amy needed to find out what was out there in the world or she'd always wonder, and eventually even Mr. Perfect Boyfriend would find himself tempted by opportunities as well - especially since he was such a hottie; the 'opportunities' would be regular and varied. Now that he had dumped Amy, Brit was sure that Sean would be balls deep in one of those frustrated housewives before the end of the week.

OK, so she hadn't exactly intended on breaking the couple up... but that morning had come together so smoothly that she couldn't have planned it anyway. Her original goal was to get Amy to realize that she wasn't going to be satisfied trying to pretend to be some virgin princess before she went home and ended up married to Mr. Boy Scout and then divorced with five kids a decade down the road.

It came as quite a shock when Brit learned that Amy had already lost her cherry - and not to her Perfect Boyfriend at that! She had thought about getting the details, but figured that the girl was either lying (likely) or had gotten drunk and laid at a high school party and wouldn't want to talk about it.

Which brought her back to the problem as she saw it: Brittany just knew that they were doomed if they got together. He was too much of an idealist... he proved that by resisting the college girl's charms.

Yet Amy was far from the innocent that she pretended to be. After she had caught the girl watching their folks, Brit had wondered at the teens reaction - her panic - and done some snooping. The large amount of porn that was poorly hidden on the younger girl's computer, along with the small, but well-used assortment of toys, told the blonde all she needed to know about who Amy really was, regardless of the image she tried to project.

The fact that the girl's porn had a focus on group, and even non-consensual gang-bangs, had brought her to tonight's plan...

Hearing the door, Brit walked away from the couple that was already fucking on the sofa. If all it took was a pair of her low-dose roofies to get the girl this hot, she couldn't wait to see how she reacted tomorrow when she came down from the stimulants and pulled her first train...

"Carlos!" she greeted her boyfriend-of-the-week. "And you brought your friends!" she enthused, standing aside to allow the three men to enter the suite. Her huge man took the time to tweak her already excited nipples: she planned on getting plenty of action in the coming day - Amy wasn't the only one that was going to be 'airtight' before the party ended!

"Gets drinks blondie," the beefy man commanded in his broken English. Brit's mild frown of irritation quickly turned to a smirk flashed at his back. She liked that he thought he was in charge, it made it that much more fun to get all that hard male flesh to do her bidding.

Sometimes appearances were deceiving - a big-blue-eyed, busty blonde who spoke five languages fluently and was a year from a double Masters degree in Chemistry and PR, for example. Other times, like the hugely muscled man she had met four days ago, appearances were spot-on. Carlos truly was a bull of a man: he fucked like an animal and pretty much thought like one too. Thankfully he was still hooked on Brit's hot body and took direction rather well, if she gave him what he wanted. Since she wanted everything he wanted, there wasn't much of a challenge - not that she let him know that.

Taking out the small envelope she kept well hidden, Brit dosed four large shots of tequila with her special blue pills, mixing them until the evidence faded into the murky liquid.

Being a chem major had led her to her to some "experimenting", and eventually her discovery: she had perfected a formula for a pair of "super roofies," combining a variety of 'pleasure enhancers' and 'inhibition crashers' to put it simply. The mixture of small but pure doses of the inhibition lowering effects of Rohypnol (roofies) and the energizing effects of MDMA (XTC) along with some stabilizers was the result of a whole year of trials. Brittany had finally solidified her two main finished products, a yellow tab that ramped up sexual impulses and lowered inhibitions, and the second, blue pill, which was a bit milder dose but included a cut of Cialis to prop the guys for the long haul.

As she brought the tray out of the kitchenette, Brit realized that the group had already moved to the bedroom. Another flash of irritation surged through her and the blonde marched the clinking tray down the short hall.

...

Amy felt the world around her tilting. She'd just been getting a nice rhythm going bouncing back onto that nice long prick when she was picked up and carried away - literally!

Opening her eyes, her dreamy vision saw that they were going into a bedroom.

"Goody!" she squealed as she was dropped the last foot or so to the bed. She immediately felt a strong pair of hands parting her thighs, then a rough, unshaven face was munching away on her puffy slit.

"MMmmmmmm!" she groaned, the contrast of the bristles on her sensitive thighs against the long, strong strokes of his wide tongue made her world spin a bit.

Feeling something wet touch her lips, she opened eyes that she hadn't realized she'd closed to find a nice big wet cock in her face. She opened wide as the head pushed past her lips and found the taste of pussy coating the long but lean prick. 'My pussy!' she happily thought, and hummed as she found the act of giving head while receiving it turned her on even more.

The man above her seemed to hum along with her, wasn't that cool?

The guy between her legs didn't spend much time licking though, and Amy only had a glimpse of the man before he brought his massive tool to bear against her wet lower lips.

'Carlos?' she wondered aloud. "Crrlms?" was what came out, her mouth full of cock.

Carlos must have heard that sound enough so recognize it, because he paused and leaned over the long body of the teenaged American he had been looking forward to banging. Looking down into her dreamy big brown eyes. "Yes leetle girl," he rumbled out in heavily accented English, "Carlos weel fuck ju good, then ju weel know ju 'ave bean fucked!"

"Carlos, wait!" Amy heard from nearby. She disinterestedly identified the voice as Brittany. 'That slut', her mind lazily judged, even as the cock in her mouth began pushing into her throat. Her attempt to protest died as the man took hold of her long hair, winding it in his fist. She soon had to hold on to his thighs to keep from choking. 'This isn't fun!' she thought for a moment, then, 'but it is kinda like a porno...' her wanton nature fueled by stimulants decided to go with it, and the teen began to try to take the cock deeper.

Brittany pulled on Carlos's arm to get his attention; speaking in rapid Spanish, the blonde plead her case. "She's not ready big guy, she's tiny and you're huge, you'll make her bleed all over the bed and we'll have to take her to the hospital. The party will be over before it gets started!"

The big man seemed to consider the hot blonde's words, then he glared at the slender girl below him who was currently choking on some old guys' little dick. He looked back and opened his eyes wide, Brit was getting on the floor on her hands and knees, she soon began waving her naked ass at him...

"Oh fine, I save fer later," he said in a bored tone, then he dropped behind the raunchy blonde and shoved half of his rod into her wet crease in one thrust. Brittany howled but didn't have time to react further as Carlos grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his lap, pushing his entire length up her channel in those two thrusts.

The blonde shook as though electrocuted, her moaning cry interrupted with small gasps as she fought for air, her body continued trembling even as the big man began a steady rhythm of pounding down into her clenching, already spasming cunt.

Fighting sensory overload, Brittany could not separate pain from pleasure as her massive lover plundered her pussy without mercy. She could feel her juices running down her legs, hear the wetness as his thighs slapped against her ass, his thrusts causing jolts that made her tits ache from the whiplash. The small amount of X that she had taken only served to drive the mixed up signals into a tight, overwhelming spiral in her brain.

Grunting in time to his brutal thrusts, Brit lost all track of time as Carlos used her for his pleasure.

Behind the rutting couple, Amy had not had her thighs abandoned for long. Two men pulled her close to the edge of the mattress even as a third - her original lover - was teaching her how to deepthroat, the hard way.

Amy's eyes snapped open once again as she felt her little puss penetrated. The man, who her glance revealed was a tall blonde, with a big nose and wide-spaced grey eyes, held her knees up and wide as he attempted to push himself inside; however he was unable to penetrate less than an inch at a time. She was a bit sore, for even though her lust was already soaring, she was still quite new to sex and rather small to begin with.

"Dammit! She's too tight, get me some lube," the blonde demanded.

Amy was partially relieved, yet also disappointed to feel her channel empty until the man began fingering her in the absence of his cock. She grunted and groaned her approval, leading the guy she was sucking to groan in response.

'Huh', she thought, groaning deep in her throat and hearing the man gasp in response. She looked up into his half-opened dark brown eyes, her own big browns twinkling with mischief.

"MMmmmmmmmmmmmgak!" Amy began a low, deep thrum in her throat only to find it filling as the man blew his load down into her stomach. Unfortunately, she wasn't quite ready for the blasts and began to choke, not that the guy seemed to mind, still pressing his pubes against her chin as he finished his release while her throat convulsed and she tried vainly to push against his thighs.

"That's good girl," the long-dicked man spoke for the first time. "Come get some of this girl's throat." He directed another man. Meanwhile, Amy was still choking and trying not to get sick. The men didn't seem to care as moments later she was trying not to bite the thick cock that belonged to the blonde. Another, more reasonable-sized prick was pushing into her quim before she could catch her breath. She didn't realize it, but she repeated the thoughts of how thankful that the wide tool shoving into her mouth wasn't trying to batter it's way into her puss.

Blinking away some tears, Amy stretched her jaw and tried her best to let the big cock in deeper. Once she calmed down, breathing wasn't a problem yet as he couldn't get to her throat. It suddenly became apparent that the guy between her thighs was lubed as he slid in to the root in one push.

Again the brunette let out a groan, this one of satisfaction, and again the man belonging to the cock in her mouth gave an answering groan of approval. Focusing some of her barely cohesive thoughts, Amy began laving her tongue over the thick prick in her mouth, her saliva running over his balls and down her cheeks. His short thrusts stopped and then she felt hands on her shoulders.

Some hurried conversation took place between the guys, she thought it was French, then she was quickly shifted on the bed. She found her head hanging down over one edge of one side while her naked bottom rested at another edge, laid across the corner.

Her addled mind picked up voices, something forceful between Brit and Carlos about drinking and the blonde yelling "Fine!" before she heard a clink of glasses followed by the big man's booming voice instructed, "Gud, now back on yor knees, puta." Amy had just enough time to glimpse Brit forced down on her hands and knees, a short, dark skinned man was feeding his thick cock into her throat as Carlos began to long dick her from behind with his massive rod.

'Lucky bitch,' she thought absently, when her head was lifted and a glass was pressed to her lips. Shrugging, Amy took a sip of the light brown liquid, almost spitting out the bitter brew and refusing more of the large shot glass' remaining contents.

Carlos must have been watching however as he gave a single command: "Drink!"

She gagged the foul beverage down, then another was presented and she grimaced as the sour mixture burned it's way down her throat. Amy didn't have time to complain as she found her mouth filled just moments later. The man that had pushed into her pussy finally started moving and all thoughts of protest left her lust fueled mind.

Once again the dick in her mouth began forcing its way deeper, only this time she found it much easier to take down her throat. She was still sore, and a small part of her foggy mind panicked every time his meat fully cut off her air, but mostly the slender brunette lay passively as her pussy was gloriously pounded and her face was fucked.

The sounds and smell of sex filled the air, her nipples were pulled and twisted, her swollen little clit felt gentle swipes one moment and sharp, stinging slaps the next. The sensations rocking through her brain were beyond 'overload'; they had passed description and she now existed in a strange floating half aware euphoric state.

In this semi-aware state Amy didn't even notice when the man between her legs released his load. She vaguely registered when her mouth was empty, but she knew when that thickness had pushed its way into her aching pussy. Awareness seemed to flow back into her even as she felt someone's thick meat as it squeezed into her tight channel.

Blinking back tears, Amy sat up on her elbows to watch in detached fascination as a cock almost as big as Sean's was fed into her little hole. The comparison set off a twinge of... something... but the solid pole was well lubed (with her own spit) and when it began sawing in and out of her puss she was once again lost in a series of sensory explosions.

Hearing a noise to her left, Amy turned and found herself being pushed down to the bed even as Brit's pussy was lowered onto her face, a stream of cum running from between her bright red lower lips. Hazy thoughts of revulsion and disgust moved slower than the guys holding the blonde, and the teen quickly found her mouth full of semen and pussy juices.

"Yessssss!" Brit hissed from above.

Amy glanced up, past those gorgeous big round boobs and saw Carlos looking down at her with a strange gleam in his eye.

"Hurry up," the big man demanded, even as Amy found her hands lifted and then filled with the biggest prick she had ever felt. It was covered slick fluids, and the teens hands were given a few impatient guides to stroke before she caught on.

A weight settled onto Amy's midsection behind Brit - someone was sitting on her? The person seemed to be moving around, but it wasn't as if the teen could see what was going on so she quickly moved on to more pressing matters. Such as the drooling pussy that was pressing into her mouth.

Even with the blonde's thighs cutting off most sound, she knew when she found the right spots in the gooey slit covering her lips because the woman would jerk and squeal loudly. Actually, she seemed to be rocking and bouncing on Amy's face, but there was a jarring to the motion. She didn't catch on that someone was plowing Brit's ass even as she rode the teens mouth until she figured out the strange sensation on her throat was a man's ball sack slapping her in the chin. Far from bothered, the slender teen only felt disappointment that she couldn't see the action. From the pictures in her mind's eye, it had to be hotter than any porn she'd ever seen!

Once again all thoughts were swept away when she felt the big cock in her pussy swell and pulsate, and she moaned aloud, oblivious to how this affected her step-sister.

"I want her ass," she heard, and a finger coated in lube was immediately thrust into her bottom. Too turned on to care much at this point, she only grunted in discomfort as a pillow was shoved under her lower half and her lower body was turned on her side, even as her shoulders remained pinned, her head held in place between Brit's spasming thighs.

A slender cock thrust deeply into her pussy, and her only hazy thought was confusion - 'did he get lost?' - for a moment before he withdrew and easily slid a few inches into her butt. 'Oh, that feels so big!' she enthused, while a stray concern wondered why it was so easy for him to get in. 'I hope my ass isn't loose,' the teen mused and reflexively clenched her muscles. However, a few thrusts later the long cock was definitely struggling to get further inside her.

Moments later she felt cool air blow on her pussy and then a hard slap landed on her clit. Her body rocketed back into orbit, her neck strained uncomfortably as she thrashed under Brit's thighs and wet pussy lips even as she felt hairy legs suddenly slap against her cheeks - the guy was balls deep in her ass!

She felt the man settle his knee against the small of her back, his cock rubbing and swirling around deep in her ass causing amazing sensations to ripple throughout her body. Then her left leg was lifted straight up (against his chest?) and she confusedly wondered what was going on. Slowly another cock began working its way into her soaking pussy, filling her in a way that she'd never believed possible.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her cunt clasped hold of the new intruder even as she spasmed and rolled through a bed-shaking climax.

Somehow the two guys kept their positions - more than that, they kept going, slowly establishing a rhythm, pumping her fuller than she could believe possible. The men drove themselves into her body and brought with their thrusts a feeling of completeness she'd never known, setting her entire body alight in one long series of quaking orgasms. Amy was no longer capable of telling where one orgasm ended and the next began, but strange signals blasted through the euphoria in bursts: her toes throbbed, her eyelids quivered, she could feel heat radiating from her ears against Brit's thighs.

Through all of these bizarre pulses of nonsensical sensations, she rode wave after wave of pure ecstasy, moaning constantly into the sodden puss that rode her chin and mouth...

Time had little meaning to her, the fullness of cocks was all she knew, her tongue would occasionally lick at the lips smearing over her face, but mostly she lay there being used and floating in a trance of semi-aware rapture.

Amy had no idea how long they fucked her, but she knew when the man in her back door blew his load, for his bellowing roar as he came in her ass was enough to shock her to a more attentive - if still detached - state of mind.

Brittany wasn't moving her hips anymore, yet the man ass-fucking the older girl was still pushing with a steady rhythm - the blonde was only occasionally grunting in time to the thrusts, and Amy was aware of the weight shifting back and forth on her torso but was unable to bring herself to care beyond that since the older girl's weight had shifted back off of her face.




All Grown Up Ch. 03



Ryan kissed her lips as he squeezed her tight little ass. "Nah, it can I suppose but not most of the time. Besides, I wasn't gonna let you get pregnant," he said.

Amanda smiled gently, knowing that he would think so much of her but at the same time, a part of her thought it was unfair for her to cum and not him. Her fingers trailed over the head of his cock some, gently stroking it. The aftermath of him taking her virginity settling as her lips pressed to his. With a sudden thought, she pulled back from his lips to whisper through a soft blush, "Do you wanna cum, Ryan?" 



All Grown Up Ch. 04



** Author's Note: Thank you for all the feedback that I have gotten on this particular story. This will be the last chapter for this particular one as I feel that Ryan and Amanda have gotten to the point now where their story wouldn't fit beneath this particular category anymore. I really enjoyed this sweet sexy story and encourage you to read the previous chapters if you haven't done so at this point. – cyn

Amanda bit her lower lip, just inches from Ryan's, remembering hearing how messy it was when guys' came. She glanced up as she lay in his arms, looking at his handsome face as he lay there with his eyes closed and she suddenly wanted him to feel just how much she loved him.

With a teasing lick to his chin, she slowly started to slide down his body. Unsure fingers caressed his hard form as her lips pressed soft kisses along the pathway to his throbbing cock ... along his neck, over his chest and across his belly. She could feel his muscles contract, knowing her virgin mouth was about to taste him for the first time.

With sudden realization of what she had in mind, Ryan's body tensed. Knowing what she was about to do, he was amazed! Few girls wanted to do this and even fewer without talking about it first. The feel of her young lips traveling down his body sent shocks through him, right down to his toes. He could still feel her sticky essence clinging to him as her breath washed across his stomach. His hands reached down, almost lovingly, to stroke her blonde hair, encouraging her with a soft moan.

Amanda whimpered softly as she felt his hands in her hair. Her hot breath washed out over his hips as her fingers trailed along his thighs, reaching upwards. She could feel her own nectar on his balls that had pooled at the base of his shaft and she pulled away a moment as she looked down at his cock. She didn't really know what to do specifically to please him but somehow, instinct seemed to take over. She wanted Ryan to feel just how much she loved him as her tongue darted out over the head of his cock and for the first time, tasted his precum intermingled with her own juices from before.

Ryan shivered with both passion and joy as the years of daydreams and fantasies about Amanda began to come together. He was amazed that they were being fulfilled but there was no denying it as her tongue teased him. He let out a small gasp as his back arched, pushing him further into the bed. 

Amanda could feel him shiver and hearing his gasp seemed to help her overcome any shyness that she had. Her hands pushed his thighs wider as her tongue started to move over him, slowly cleaning him as her lips sucked along the hard length of his cock. She hadn't taken the head in yet. Instead, she seemed to concentrate on cleaning him first, surprised at the sharp honeyed flavor of her own juices and cum lingering on his flesh. Her tongue lapped eagerly at his balls, causing them to swell even more.

A louder groan emitted from Ryan's throat as Amanda licked him clean. His hands slowly began rubbing her head as she glanced up to see his eyes close. Using her tongue to swirl up the last hint of her cum, she could feel her whole body react as her lips slowly traveled up his cock to the bulbous head. She looked at it for a moment before gingerly taking it in her mouth. She had done her share of reading about giving guys head before but she had never really had a chance to practice. Slowly swirling her tongue around the head, she captured it in her lips and decided the best way to go about it was to treat it like a huge lollipop.

Ryan's hips ground into the bed, almost as if he were trying to avoid her teasing and warm mouth. Opening his eyes, he watched as she engulfed him into her mouth, amazed to see her beautiful head going down on him in such a way. He had never imagined that she would do this and his heart throbbed with the love that he suddenly felt overwhelming him by both the girl and the act.

Amanda glanced up with his cock head caught in her mouth. She could see Ryan's wide eyes and the way his mouth was slightly agape, the surprise on his face as well as the exquisite way that he was enjoying it as he watched. Pushing her head down more, she took more of his cock into her mouth as she sucked.

Ryan felt her cheeks pressure him tightly and he shivered again as his hips instinctively pushed upwards. He couldn't help but notice a small smile on Amanda's face as she pleasured him beyond what he had ever imagined.

Amanda could feel him push up into her mouth, gagging a bit as his cock head pushed deeper than she had expected. She pulled back some but found that she really wanted to taste him again so began to bob her head up and down slowly on his cock. Her fingers toyed with his balls as her gaze shifted from his face and watching his reaction to the cock disappearing into her mouth time and again.

Ryan watched Amanda's gorgeous blue eyes and he smiled a little as he bit his lip, lost in the sensations and the reality of his fantasies coming true. His breath quickened as his hips ground upwards into her warm, small mouth loving the way that her hair flowed around her shoulders as her head bobbed slowly up and down his length.

Making a little purring noise, the rumble in Amanda's throat sent vibrations straight through Ryan's cock as her fingers curled around his hard length at the base. She started to slowly stroke him in time with her lips as her blonde curls brushed at his hips. Her other hand reached up to push back her hair some so that he could see his hardened cock push deeper into her mouth.

The purring sound in her mouth on the head of his length was just about Ryan's undoing. It sent more shivers through his body as he let go of her head to grip the sheets, falling backwards against the bed as she got more and more into the act of giving him head. His eyes shut briefly, enjoying the moment before he propped himself back up on his elbows to watch. He groaned in delight to see her eyes on his as she sucked hard on him.

Amanda could feel him shift, hearing his groans before he propped himself up on his elbows to watch, feeling a sense of power in knowing that he was watching her suck him. Wanting more than anything to feel him lose control, to cum like he had made her do, blue eyes lifted to lock with his as her tongue swirled around the head and then pressed to the underside of that huge vein that pulsed blood into the thick head, sucking him deeper into her mouth.

Ryan's eyes barely opened as he felt his body tightening. Gasping for breath, he finally said quietly into the air, "Mannie ... careful baby, I'm so close. You might want to finish another way ..." He let that suggestion drift off, a part of him wanting her to finish with exactly what she was doing but another part of him was concerned about her being grossed out if any went into her mouth when he lost it, ending the possibility of her repeating this again.

Hearing his words, Amanda's mouth stopped only momentarily as her insecurities on whether or not she was really doing this right popped into her head. By the movements of his body, she could only think that he wanted her to take what she could feel building up in him like a storm brewing on the horizon. And as her mouth started to work again, she realized that she wanted it even though she had heard conflicting stories about boys cumming into a girl's mouth. Her tongue pressed harder against the throbbing vein as if she was thrilled with the way it pulsed against it. His cock head slid deeper into her mouth as her fingers stroked him and her other hand lowered beneath to gently caress his balls, blue eyes glancing up to see if he was enjoying it.

Ryan gripped the sheet beneath him as he tried to pull himself back away from her, trying to pull out of the warmness of her mouth that has done what no one else has ever been able to do to him. Watching her eyes with an almost shocked and fearful look that she would recoil from the uncontrollable flood that he felt surging through him and without even giving off a final warning, his balls tightened and his cock hardened even more as he is finally pushed over the edge.

Amanda could feel him jerk as if he were trying to spare her from what she knew deep inside he wanted to do and then without any further warning, she could feel his cock begin to pulse in her mouth and instinct seemed to take over. Pressing her tongue to the underside of his cock vein, she could feel it pulse upwards before the first blast entered her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise as her mouth was suddenly filled with spewing cum and she pulled back some as she started to gag but then she suddenly remembered one of her friends telling her how much guys liked it when she swallowed and she tried, her mouth working to stay around Ryan's jerking cock. Her hand tightened around the base as her lips formed a seal around the head as it erupted.

Ryan found he couldn't have pulled out of her mouth even if he wanted to as she held him in place, sucking like a pro on his raging cock. He groaned and spasmmed in her tight warm mouth as he felt her tongue lashed at him still. "Mannie ..." is all he could manage to gasp.

Amanda moaned a helpless response to his words and the spewing of his thick cum deep into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, gagging a bit but still sucking as her hand pumped him to withdraw all that he had from his cock. Her eyes widened as she glanced up at him, the realization that not only had she given head to a guy for the first time but that it was the one guy that she had dreamed about for years.

Finally exhausted after the longest orgasm that he could remember of his fairly short life, punctuated only by the fact that it was the culmination of his own dreams and desires coming to pass in the last few moments, Ryan collapsed against the bed as he moaned her name.

Amanda gently and slowly pulled her mouth off of his cock as she felt him start to relax. She could feel her own sex quiver in excitement as her tongue flicked out over the sensitive head of his shaft and glanced up at his face, a soft blush kissing her cheeks as she moved slowly back up his body to lay in his arms. "Was that okay?" she whispered.

Ryan couldn't help but laugh happily, the sound short before he said, "Sweetie, that was unbelievable and I'm not just saying that." He hugged her tight, feeling her legs tangle with his as their bodies meshed. "You didn't have to swallow, you know," he added with a contented murmur.

Amanda laughed softly, her nose nuzzling into his neck as she whispered, "It wasn't bad really. I think I could start to really like it." She settled into his arms before a sudden pounding came from the door and her head jerked up as she suddenly remembered there was a party going on downstairs.

Ryan laughed as he pulled the covers up over them. "Yeah?" he hollered at the door.

Amanda tried to hide underneath the covers, her hot little body still throbbing from just having him cum in her mouth. She could hear one of his buddies yell out, "Ryan! What's going on in there? And where's Amanda? No one has seen her in like an hour."

Ryan smiled at Amanda as he yelled back, "She's passed out in here. I'm waiting for her to wake up." His hand ran up her side, pulling her closer to him as he added to the lie, "Thanks for watching out for her though!"

Amanda couldn't help but laugh some against Ryan's chest as she heard the voice on the other side of the door yell back, "Okay, just making sure man! Come on down, there's some really hot chicks down here!"

"Have at them," Ryan retorted with a grin. "I don't want some drunk wandering in on Mannie. Thanks though," he added as his lips reached down for hers, drawing her in for another passionate kiss as he hugged her against him. Half of her body was off him, one of her legs thrown over his left leg as he tasted himself on her lips.

"When are you gong to stop treating her like a little sister?" came the playful taunt before they heard him walk away from Ryan's door with a laugh. Amanda looked up at him as his lips claimed hers again and pushed her still damp but warm cunt against his leg, purring softly into the kiss.

Ryan couldn't help but smile as he felt her come to life again in his arms. "Tonight, I suppose," he whispered in response to the question with a grin and rolled over, pinning the girl of his dreams beneath him as their passions began to grow once again. 



All Grown Up Ch. 04



This is a continuation of All Grown Up, CH's 1-3. As such, the story will make little to no sense without first reading the preceding chapters. 

A big thanks to my editor, kjplotts, who caught my flubs and made this a much more readable story. Also thank you to all who read, rated and reviewed earlier chapters! 

We're changing perspective here so, once again things start out slow. There's some background to lay here, and Sean has a bit of angst to work through before he can move on. (Wouldn't you?) 

This is in the 'non-erotic' category for a reason. There is lots of plot transition and character development, so if that is not your thing, you may want to read the next chapter for a quick fix (Or the one chapter of my other story) or browse my favs for some other high quality entertainment while you await chapter 5. 

Our story returns to sunny Southern California, all the way back in late May, where Sean hasn't yet turned 18, let alone had that fateful call to his loving girlfriend (the final call from Ch 03). Although he's making a call tonight (the first call from Ch 02); he doesn't know how worried he should be, but he's got a bad feeling... 

***** 

All Grown Up, Ch 4 Growing Up Sucks... 

Sean Mills worked his way along the side entry, stopping at the gate and absently plugging in the eight digit security code. The security lock was first rate, but it was attached to an ornate, wrought iron affair of a 'gate' that was topped with several fancy tin Fleur-De-Lis that could be easily bent and climbed over. The metal door served more as decoration than security, which made no sense to the young man as it was tucked away on the far side of the property, hidden from view from either the street or neighbors. It wasn't even visible from the backyard. The teen sighed in amusement at the foibles of the rich, then hefted his well-packed supply bucket and moved towards the pool house also tucked unobtrusively along the same, hidden side of the house. 

He'd been pleased when his 'little brother,' Antony, added taking on the Wilson's pools by himself. The downside was that it left him to do both of the Hudson's massive pools - one indoor, one outdoor - plus the whirlpool, on his own. The boy's help was critical though, since the Wilson's demanded their pool and spa be done on Mondays and Thursdays - when Sean had no open time slots. More rearranging at this point in the season would have been disastrous. 

Thankfully, Mrs. (call me Rebecca) Hudson had no problem with Sean doing his work later in the evenings, or his already badly juggled schedule would have come crashing down. Between summer coursework, challenging research papers and placating his sixteen customers, (plus two more if you counted those that Tony was now handling by himself), Sean was simply stretched too thin to deal with much more stress. He was actually looking forward to this evening's two large pools to try to work some kinks out of his muscles; he'd had to twist into a pretzel while fixing a whirlpool pump on an earlier job. 

Going about the tasks of setting up his tools required no thought after the several years he'd been doing it - which was good, as his mind was very pre-occupied. 

Unfortunately, rather than work out his kinks, he had quickly become distracted, thinking about the subject of his real stress: he didn't know how he was going to deal with the phone call he was due to make in under three hours. Normally, he very much looked forward to ending his day with Amy's voice in his ear - it was the closest they were going to get for over a month yet. But he couldn't get the nagging doubts out of his mind. Generally speaking, he trusted his girlfriend without question, he had never worried about her cheating on him in the over four years that they had been officially dating. (Even if he did have to 'converse' with a few guys who sought out his sweetheart's 'advice,' but were really seeking to get in her pants.) 

What really bothered him wasn't that she was practically on the other side of the world, or even that she was travelling through one party location after another, but simply who she was with. Sean couldn't shake the bad feeling that he had about the older girl who his naive girlfriend seemed to worship. 

He knew Brit was bad news - if for no other reason than how the college junior had openly come on to him, even groping him a few times when he was caught off guard. There was something wrong with a woman who would cop a feel of someone else's boyfriend. Add that the 'someone else' was living in the same house - soon to be sisters by marriage - and Sean was disgusted by how desperate and self-centered the blonde was. 

His suspicions began before they had even left on their six week trip, and wouldn't let him rest. Finally, since he was on campus twice a week anyway, he had taken the time to ask some of his college friends about Brittany Stanton; not that the blonde went to the local college, but he rightly guessed that college people knew people from other colleges and if there were stories to hear, they'd find them. It took a couple weeks to hear back, and the information was only from a couple of sources... 

However, what little he was able to find out about Amy's new 'sister' was all bad news: she was a party girl, had a major rep as an easy lay and was rumored to be into drugs. Worse yet, she had supposedly blackmailed some people, including professors. 

Sean knew that none of that information would hold water with Amy though, it was all unsubstantiated. Plus his lady-love never saw the bad in anyone... until it was too late. 'Still,' thought the teen glumly as he continued his first sweep of the outdoor pool, 'if I don't speak up, I'll never be able to stop thinking about it.' 

. . . 

Mrs. Rebecca Hudson was the hottest 'trophy wife' in the Fox Run development. She worked as a retail management advisor for high-end boutique shops; however, she didn't work for the money, but rather for the travel opportunities. Although she was married, she mostly lived alone due to hubby's work and she was fine with that, in fact she reveled in her independence. Her job had initially allowed her to travel extensively and she always took time to find some male company while she was away from home; the rumor mill in Fox Run speculated about her enough already without her giving them any facts to play with by bringing men home. 

Rebecca was a very attractive woman, and not just 'for her age'; she still got carded at bars and the bartenders were usually surprised at her age. She still had the youthful face of a twenty-something and a firm, shapely body to go with it. While she was blessed with great genes, she worked very hard to maintain what God had given her. This was accomplished the old fashioned way: every day she spent hours doing yoga, Pilates and getting the most out her pools (she'd insisted on an indoor for bad weather and an outdoor for the other 345 days of sun in Southern California). 

All those hours in the pool and sun had made her once light-brown locks a thoroughly sun-bleached blonde and her big grey-blue eyes were a perfect finish for the 'California girl' look she strove hard to maintain. 

Well aware of her allure, she had always relished in the thrill of the hunt for lovers who could satisfy her, no strings attached, and had often had two or three flings a week. 

Then last year she was promoted and moved to management; she could hardly turn down the offer as the company was the closest thing she had had to family in many years. When her managers - two of her very few genuine friends - told her that she was needed, she knew they were being honest, so took the job. Consequently, her travel had been severely reduced. She only had to visit sites in one of her three district centers for at least two business days per week. Rebecca could do so on any day she chose, yet the best opportunities to review and critique her clients were their busy days: the weekend. 

Friday through Sunday, she travelled and worked. Beverly Hills, then San Francisco, then Seattle, repeat. Rebecca knew that there were many men to chase among those three cities, all she had to do was to add an extra day or two to properly play the game... yet lately she had been cutting her trips short to be home through the week. 

Part of her was simply bored, there was very little challenge for her to find a man - to pursue, to capture and conquer - all of that was usually as good as done the moment she set her sights on a likely target. No, it was much more difficult to find a quality lover, one who could satisfy her once she'd played the game and won. Lately, the disappointments had far outweighed the orgasms. 

Yet another part of her, a more honest part, was well aware of why she wanted to be home through the week. More specifically on Mondays and Thursdays. The reason for those two days a week was also why she was so conflicted; conflicted over her simple rule: no hunting at home. 

Still, the predator in her could not stop watching this particularly enticing prey. She very rarely went after men so young - this one hadn't even turned 18 quite yet; she knew, since she had hired him several years ago to clean her pools as a replacement for the last foster kid. 

Despite his age, there was something about him that she found compelling; he was far from the typical self-assured-stud she usually pursued, yet so different from any teenage boy she could remember. 

She wasn't besotted, their frequent conversations were quite tame and far from openly flirtatious. Rebecca was very impressed by his quiet self-assurance and considerable self-control. When they spoke he didn't stare at her (often well-displayed) chest, but rather met her eyes with an intelligent, thoughtful gaze. He didn't stammer or behave like a nervous schoolboy, but was engaging and well spoken. It made the older woman wet just thinking about what a challenge it would be to seduce a strong willed boy like that, to shape him into a lover after her own desires. Someone close enough to keep her entertained for more than just a one-off. 

Musing to herself, she shook her head: he was no boy. Slender, yes, but built attractively with long muscles tightly packaged under a sun-kissed tan. Speaking of packages, she'd seen enough to know that when - for she was only waiting for him to turn legal at this point - when she bedded the young man he would have plenty of 'raw talent' to work with. 

That was another thing that was very out of character for her: she had always sought men who could sate her desires, men who were passionate but also confident lovers. That was certainly not going to be the case with Sean; she knew he was a virgin just from a few simple questions. It had been surprising how forthcoming he had been with the fact that he was saving himself. 

'Saving yourself for me,' the woman grinned, 'only you just don't know it, yet.' 

It never occurred to Rebecca that the young man had a steady girlfriend - or more to the point certainly not serious enough to be a concern, especially with her out of the country. 

She had been looking forward to this evening for hours. It was Thursday, a cleaning day, yet the object of her lustful attention was far from his usual entertaining self. Instead of flexing his lean muscles as he worked in steady, measured strokes, he seemed to be pushing the cleaner around almost listlessly. 

The pensive look on the young man's face was very out of character, he was usually so upbeat. His normally fluid work was stilted as well - he was going through the motions of his job, but quite obviously distracted. Without another thought, Rebecca strode out to her backyard to see if she could help the obviously troubled young man, all thoughts of seduction forgotten... for now. 

. . . 

Glancing up, Sean was a bit startled to see Mrs. Hudson coming towards him. He frowned, realizing that his thoughts had totally distracted him, and he hoped that she wasn't upset with him for slacking. 

Although, she didn't look upset... 

Returning to his more natural, practiced cleaning rhythm, Sean watched the beautiful woman's face as she approached. Her expression seemed to betray concern rather than anger, and the teen was at a loss to guess her intent. He studiously avoided checking out his employer, though it was no easy task, especially with the filmy wrap she wore which barely concealed her assets. 

It's not that he needed to look - he had her amazing physique memorized from years of covert study. Mrs. Hudson's heavy, round breasts could not be natural due to their complete lack of sag, plus the way they rode high on her chest like a teenage cheerleaders. Her 5'6" frame was slim yet not scrawny at the waist, and her hips and thighs were narrow but muscular, likely from all the swimming she did. He knew from many 'glances' that her ass was rounded yet high and tight, and he was sure she was aware that he sometimes stared, yet never seemed to mind. Those times he had been obviously caught, her smile was just at the edge of her light pink lips, like a taunt. 

Back in the present, she strode forward exposing her shapely long legs from under the silky wrap. She click-clacked along the tile atop high heeled slippers, and he had a hard time maintaining his discipline to avoid checking out her body, memorized or not. So he kept his glances above her shoulders, though even her thick waves of auburn locks seemed to dance as if in a hair styling commercial. When she drew within a few steps, he stopped working, maintaining his gaze with her pale blue eyes, though he couldn't help but notice the smattering of freckles over an otherwise flawless complexion. 

"Mrs. Hudson, is there something I can help you with?" he tried to head her off, and immediately knew he'd messed up as her eyes narrowed at his greeting. 

"What have we talked about names, Mr. Mills?" she spoke with a tone that was somehow both chastising yet playful. 

Schooling his features took a lot of effort, yet Sean was fairly sure he didn't physically wince. 'When was he going to remember?' "Uhm, I'm sorry Rebecca, I-" 

"-That's fine, Sean," she interrupted. Then became obviously flirtatious, "Just don't let it happen again, or I might have to spank you!" 

Sean audibly gulped, and the older woman barely controlled her impulse to laugh aloud at how cute the young man's reaction was. 

"You have a birthday coming up, don't you Sean?" she distracted him, before he could fully focus on his embarrassment. 

"Yes ma', err-Rebecca, I do. I turn eighteen on Sunday," he supplied, a bit confused at the beautiful lady's query. He'd been cleaning her pools for three years and she'd never given him any gifts... 

"The twenty-fifth? Aww, that's not a very fun golden birthday, for a while anyways." Sean's confusion was poorly concealed, but Rebecca didn't give him time to ponder her words before she moved to her reason for this talk. "You seemed a bit down, didn't you mention that your girl will be out of the country for your birthday?" 

Sean was genuinely stunned, Mrs. Hudson didn't miss much, did she? "I'll actually be calling her in a couple of hours," he stated dumbly, not sure why he'd said it. 

Rebecca frowned, just a little. 'Well he sure didn't sound excited about that... hmmm.' "You call her? Isn't she in Europe, somewhere?" 

"Yes, they, that is her step-sister-" 

The woman's small frown turned into a thin line as she heard the vitriol in the young man's usually cheerful tone. 

"-and her mom and step-father are touring the Mediterranean coast. They'll be gone for another five weeks," he finished, his voice clearly betraying his despair. 

'Wow, this kid has it bad, maybe things are more complicated than I anticipated,' the huntress regrouped even as the more nurturing side of the woman came to the fore unbidden. 

"Sean, I'm sorry, it sounds like you're pretty miserable, you really miss her, don't you?" 

"I do," he responded with a bit of a sigh. 

'Still,' she considered, 'there's more going on here than simple separation anxiety...' "There's more to it than that, isn't there?" she asked, as though she already knew the answer. 

His body immediately tensed, his shoulders, which had drooped, were now bunched up and he nervously began fiddling with the handle of the pool cleaner. 

'Bingo!' she smiled to herself, 'always go with my instincts, and now I just need to draw him out.' The woman decided, reflexively dropping into her 'hunting' mode without conscious thought. 

"Sean," she spoke gently and paused, waiting for him to meet her eyes, "you know you can talk to me, right?" Another pause, watching the emotions play over his fine features. She knew that he was at a loss here, so she let him flounder just long enough to get uncomfortable, then she went on the attack. Reaching out, she gathered him into a 'comforting' hug, pulling his six foot frame down against her shorter body, the four inch heels she wore not quite evening the difference. 

She had caught him off guard, and now she needed to keep him from overthinking the situation. "Listen, I can tell you're hurting. I heard your voice when you spoke of this 'step-sister.' Your girlfriend is on the other side of the planet, and let me guess, this other girl is bad news, right?" She didn't let him go, instead, waited for him to nod against her shoulder where she cradled his head. 

"How long have you been dating this girl that you are so worried about?" Her thought was to emphasize the temporary nature of high school romances. She wasn't prepared for his answer. 

The words were muffled, as Rebecca had chosen that moment to shift the side of his face against her silk-covered cleavage. It didn't matter, she had heard him clearly enough: "Four years, or a dozen, depending on how you look at it." 

Blinking hard, the huntress inside her was, for perhaps the first time in her life, completely at a loss on how to respond. What was the next move here? Thankfully, he didn't give her much time to falter for a response, her silence was taken for encouragement to keep speaking. The problem was, once Sean started talking about Amy, he finally came alive. 

He easily pulled away from her now weakened embrace, and though she saw the traces of embarrassment in his face from her pressing him into her chest, his subject matter pulled him quickly along into the story of how they first met. 

Then followed stories of sleeping under the stars, school projects, their shared interests and so on. His adoration of this teenaged girl was almost stifling as he regaled the older woman with tales of their more recent high school romance all the way through to their plans for the future. 

He was going to marry the girl? She was still trying to reconcile her image of a boy she planned to make into a man with this man who clearly had found the love of his life. The resulting feelings of envy were confusing to say the least.  

"Thanks so much, Rebecca, it was great to be able to refresh my mind about what a great relationship I have with Amy. I don't know why I let myself worry, I will tell her to be careful and then trust her as I should have all along." The young man beamed a smile at the stunned woman, then began working in earnest. "Sorry, I do appreciate your taking the time to talk with me and... stuff," he blushed fiercely, then quickly moved on. "But I better get your pools done if I'm going to make it to that phone call on time!" 

With that, Sean moved with the fluid grace Rebecca had earlier craved to watch, yet now she felt like a wretch for thinking of him that way, for watching him like a piece of meat. He was genuinely 'In Love,' and by all she could tell from his descriptions, his Amy loved him right back. The older woman moved woodenly back into the house, retreating away to her room. Sean would use his code to get into the enclosed pool room and let himself out when he finished. She didn't want to be around him any more tonight, he made her head spin with questions about a life she had been happy with for as long as she could remember. 




All Grown Up Ch. 04



... 

A couple of hours later Sean ended the call to his beloved, feeling like he had done what he needed. He had said his piece, though the high he had been on had faded at hearing the hesitation in Amy's voice. It may have been the poor connection, but when he had warned her "be careful that Brit doesn't get you in trouble," she had seemed defensive and... something else, a tone he hadn't recognized. 

He moved through his weekend routine without another thought for Mrs. Hudson. He and Tony did their pools, and relaxed on Saturday night playing games with the family. Sunday they knocked off the few properties for the day, bought the few needed supplies for the coming week and had their weekly binge at a buffet - Chinese this week. 

Sunday night came, and instead of Sean calling at 10pm his time, it was his turn to wait by the phone as midnight approached... and passed. 

He wondered if their group hadn't moved time zones, but was unwilling to bring up the map on his phone to check (he had it memorized)... instead he sat, waiting for the next hour. Finally, one o'clock came and went, and the young man began to worry. He started wondering at the different things that could have gone wrong, his normally calm demeanor allowing horrors to fill his imagination. 

When two am passed, Sean was able to go home, but only after calling the hotel itself to verify that the guests in suites 202 and 203 were still there and were unharmed. It took a few tries, but finally his high school Spanish paid off and he conveyed that he was family and they had missed a check in call. The desk clerk wouldn't give him much information, but it was enough to know that no emergencies had happened and that all the guests were safe to their knowledge. He snuck into the house with ease honed from years of trying to avoid attracting attention - from the little kids, not the Piiers themselves - and slipped under the covers to try to get some sleep. 

He was still staring at the ceiling when the alarm went off. 

When Sean drug himself into the Hudson's backyard the following day, it was after last night's 'sleep' followed by a veritable shitstorm of problems with clients: a truly horrible Monday. 

He looked forward to seeing his friendly client, the offer to talk to the woman who had listened so nicely to him last week sounded really good to him. His mind wandered back to that very embarrassing hug from Mrs- Rebecca, but he shook that thought away as unworthy of her friendship. 

Unfortunately, there was no kind, warm hug or listening ear to greet him this time. What happened instead left him somewhat disappointed; when he finally saw his favorite employer she was unusually dressed in conservative business attire. Beyond that, instead of her usual friendly banter she quietly handed him a large container with his favorite cake. Although the birthday present was a fantastic surprise - and a $100 bonus in his birthday card really blew him away - the woman herself left quickly after a brief conversation about Tony and wishing him "Happy Birthday," then handing over the plastic box. 

He didn't know what he expected, but he really needed someone neutral and female (the only girls he considered friends were also Amy's friends) to talk to about the fact that his girlfriend had blown him off on his birthday. Instead, he worked as quickly as he could through his lists for each pool and left. 

Rebecca felt awful. She could plainly see that something was bothering Sean, but she couldn't bring herself to spend time with him just yet. She still felt dirty for the way she planned to seduce him, regardless of his relationship with his girlfriend. The other night had been a revelation of sorts to the almost forty year old. She felt disgusted with herself, and for the first time in over twenty years she wondered if maybe she should rethink how she was living. Those thoughts had begun with Thursday night's talk with Sean and hadn't let the woman sleep peacefully since. 

No matter how she justified herself, she could not silence her conscience if she pursued seducing the young man. Deciding to abandon her plan of taking Sean as a lover relieved some of her tension, but she needed more to overcome the funk she was in. She needed to feel loved and that meant it was time for Seattle, more to the point, it was time for Leo. She picked up her phone, an erotic scenario already forming in her frustrated, sex-hungry thoughts. 

... 

As was his habit, Sean drove out to an old, closed supermarket parking lot to make his call to Amy from his pickup. It was quiet, the signal was really strong, and he could have some time to just talk with his lady without interruptions from the rugrats or any other distractions. Although there was a highway nearby, the steady traffic was a staple background noise to those who lived in the city. 

He'd decided to just play it by ear with tonight's call, waiting to see what had happened and go from there. 

At first he was confused, their conversation wound along the same safe, general topics as usual, Amy was chipper and upbeat, yet gave no indication that she even realized something was wrong. Not just no apology, but more like no awareness that he'd turned 18 three whole days ago without her even acknowledging it. 

Then she hesitated, and he thought, 'Here it comes.' He was right, but not in the way he expected, as his girlfriend described how she had been going out drinking... and clubbing. 

He knew how they danced in clubs, and he would never forget their two experiences with Amy drinking alcohol: both had led to her nearly raping him. He had laughed at the time about how horny she got when she drank. He wasn't laughing now. 

She asked if he was there and he realized that he'd gone quiet. He responded on autopilot, not much was going on in California; he had turned in a few papers and was studying for some mid-term tests. Work was very busy. 

He told her how Antony was doing... his spirits raising for a bit with his pride, but then fading quickly, lapsing into another awkward silence. 

Finally, he'd had enough and was ready to disconnect when she did it. She asked the question that proved beyond doubt that this wasn't some elaborate hoax. "So, before we say bye for today," she had asked in an irritated tone, "I wondered if you'd tell me why you're so down?" 

She wasn't pranking him, she had forgotten his birthday. 

Stunned, Sean forgot to breathe for a moment before letting out his frustrated response, "Because my girlfriend forgot my birthday," and ended the call. 

He was still in his pickup when Antony called his cell at midnight, and it was only because of his 'little brother's' concern that he bothered with going home at all. 

To Sean, all of the dread, the certainty of Brittany's corrupting influence upon his loving girlfriend was confirmed in that one call. 

Not even sure how he got home, he found his foster-father waiting in the entryway. 

He endured the lecture on breaking curfew without notice until Mr. Piiers stopped and sat in silence with him for several minutes. 

"What is it, Sean? What's happened?" 

"Amy, she..." 'She what?' he thought bitterly, 'she not only forgot my birthday, but she didn't even real-' 

"-Is she alright? Did they crash the plane?" Mr. Piiers interrupted his misery. 

"Wha...?" So out of left-field was his question - Sean had told the family just last week that they were driving through Europe - that Sean was completely flummoxed. 

His face scrunched up in frustrated confusion, Sean didn't grasp that he was pulling his leg until the old man's suppressed laughter turned into a mild coughing fit, still interspersed with choked chuckles. 

'Oh.' Sean realized that he had been 'gotten.' One of the family's odd habits was to try to derail overly serious conversations with gibberish, irrelevant segues and purely nonsensical questions. 'But this wasn't a time to joke. This isn't funny,' fumed the young man. His ire was cut short, however, as the old fellow seemed to be a master of timing. 

"So, she's OK?" he asked pointedly, all trace of humor gone. "They're all OK and you'll see her again and you are still young and you love each other, right?" 

'Jeez,' Sean grumbled to himself, 'I hate it when he does this!' But grumbling aside, he knew what his foster father was getting at, and grudgingly nodded his head. Of course this was not good enough for the 'lesson.' 

"Am I right?" the old man persisted, waiting for Sean to meet his gaze. 

"Yessir," the teen choked out. "You surely are right," he finished a bit more convincingly. 

"Good. No punishment because eighteen or not you're still a kid and you're allowed to screw up sometimes." Mr. Piiers squinted at the young man who had at least smirked at the statement. "Just this once though, you got me?" 

"Yessir," Sean repeated the appropriate mantra, "I surely do." 

Antony was waiting up for him, and in a moment of frustration Sean forgot his 'older brother' role and spilled his guts to the fifteen year old he was supposed to be mentoring. 

Sitting at Sean's desk, Antony listened without comment, only grunting a few times - in agreement or not Sean couldn't say - until the older boy had unloaded all of his disappointment, frustration and, worst of all, his fear of what Brittany was capable of. 

Realizing that he had said too much, Sean felt even worse as he tried to figure out a way to salvage his position as 'role model' now that he'd basically just whined and cried to his younger brother for five minutes straight. 

Once again it seemed that wisdom was to be given to him, instead of by him, for even as he opened his mouth (to say what he couldn't guess) Antony cut him off. 

"Bro, she's gonna do stupid stuff, she's a girl, they gotta figure stuff out different than us. But she's with you, no doubt, just like you're with her, right?" Antony finished, as usual his question was more of a statement. He stood, cuffed Sean on the shoulder, and then turned the blow into a quick man-hug. "Get some sleep, you got six pools tomorrow," and then he headed towards his own room, which he shared with one of the younger boys. He was out the door with a mumbled "g'night bro," before Sean had fully processed the quick turn of events. 

He tossed and turned fitfully for a while. Then, with one of his earliest memories guiding him, the young man got out of bed and onto his knees. He opened his mouth once, twice... and then shook his head. He sometimes spoke to God throughout his day, but it was always in his head. 

"Errr," he tried again, still unsure of himself. Then he closed his eyes and the recollection returned, this time in full; the most intense part was how clearly he remembered his mother's scent as she held him and they prayed together. He recalled her words, so gentle and comforting: "If you don't know what to ask for, just ask for God's will to be done. He loves you so he'll always do right by you, OK?" So that's just what he did. 

Blinking owlishly with a mix of exhaustion and bitter-sweet tears, Sean crawled back into his bed. His heart wasn't exactly lighter, but somehow his mind wasn't the chaotic swirl it had been for the last several hours - several days for that matter. 

His sleep was deep and dreamless and he awoke with a determination to follow one of the Piiers most repeated mantras: 'When you don't know what to do, get moving, motion creates emotion.' So he went to work. 

... 

The next day was Thursday, and Sean was happy to find that Rebecca had returned to her usual friendly self. It was rare that she would be home so regularly, but in the last few weeks he had become used to her being around. She usually greeted him with a smile, sometimes giving a wave as they encountered one another in the course of his work. She always came around at some point in his routine just to chat. He had grown used to her light-hearted banter and flirtatious mannerisms, all of which he was more than used to from his other - much less attractive and yet much more aggressive - clientele these past years. 

He set about his work and was almost finished with the last chore - testing the hot tub's PH - when he felt her presence. Turning, he found her looking at him from across the pool. She motioned to the other seat by the table and he nodded his acknowledgement. 

He started to try to figure out what was going on, shrugged to himself, then marked down his readings and made his way to the gorgeous woman's side, sitting beside her on the stylish deck chair and waiting for her to speak. 

"Sean, I have to apologize to you," she began, her eyes hidden by large darkened lenses. "I could see that you were upset Monday and I wasn't feeling well. Did you have a good birthday? Did you enjoy the cake?" 

"Hey it's OK, we all have bad days now and again, and you still took the time to give me a present, you're fine in my book." 'Really fine' he thought unbidden, then hurried on with his reply. "As far as my birthday went? No and yes," he said honestly, staying true to his normal style of direct speech. 

He grinned a little at the way her eyebrows were visibly raised behind the over-large frames and explained. "My birthday sucked - Amy forgot it entirely - it was the one time she was supposed to call me and she was out getting drunk with that slut Brit." 

Sean took a deep breath, his voice had become rougher as he kept speaking until the way he said the blonde's name was more of a growl than word. 

He felt the tears prickling at the back of his eyes and resolutely blinked them away. Sean was done crying over the incident, and now he forged forward, seeing how his hostess was coming out of her shock and preparing to speak, probably to pity him. 

"But the cake was great, even better than my foster mom's, and she's been making it for ten years!" he finished with genuine enthusiasm. Then, with a small frown, he continued; glad to have the opportunity to share once again with the beautiful woman but wanting to avoid her pity. 

"Amy had her best friend's mom make me some almond bars as an apology - they are one of my favs and she's a really good cook, but to be honest your cake was the highlight of my birthday," he finished with a genuine grin. 

Rebecca was flummoxed. Did the silly girl really go out and get drunk and forget her boyfriend's birthday - his eighteenth birthday? Her thoughts had been quite scrambled since Sean's declaration of his devotion, and to have the object of that ardor be just another thoughtless... 'Whoa, where is this coming from? For that matter, who are you to judge?' 

Sean sat trying not to fidget. Rebecca's body had tensed up and she was apparently lost in thought. Perhaps he shouldn't have- 

"I'm sorry, Sean, that is really terrible," the woman interrupted his thoughts. "Do you have some time, would you like to talk about it?" 

Earlier in the week there was nothing he had wanted more. He felt drawn to the lovely woman before him who had genuinely listened to him. But now? Now he had no idea what he wanted. He thought about the call he was scheduled to make in just over three hours. He wasn't even sure he wanted to talk to Amy again so soon, let alone tonight. 

But if not tonight, when? How long could he go without knowing what was going on? Was she dumping him? 

The thoughts turned to words and over the next two hours the newly minted 'adult' unburdened himself of all his doubts, fears and frustrations. Actually, that took about ten minutes. The rest of the time was spent in some of the most engaging and comfortable conversation he'd ever had with a girl that wasn't Amy. Only she wasn't a girl, but Sean didn't dwell on the difference in their ages. Nor did he allow himself to be distracted by the curves or sensuality of the woman beside him. 

They went inside when the bugs got too thick even for the burning citronella dispensers and it was only Sean's phone alarm that saved him from talking right through his appointed call. 

When he left Rebecca, she gave him a long hug and looked him in the eye as she reminded him, "What's done is done. Let her talk, let her explain and don't allow yourself to over react. You have a history with this young lady and you shouldn't throw it away without fighting for her, alright?" 

The blonde felt relief flood her as she finally shed her guilt. It did not hurt that she was leaving in the morning for Seattle. 

Sean could only nod. He was so thankful that he had found such an insightful and supportive friend. He rushed to his pickup and drove the few miles to his favorite calling spot, barely making it in time due to the ever present SoCal traffic, even at almost ten pm. 

Taking a deep breath, Sean typed in the long international number, and waited for the clicks and static to settle down and the odd ringing of foreign phones to fill the line. It had barely dinged when his favorite voice crackled down the line. 

When she began with an apology, it had caught him off guard. Somehow it hurt worse, as if, had she had some excuse, they could pretend it didn't happen. But no, he reminded himself, they were always honest with one another and it was better to deal with life and move forward than to ignore trouble. 

He tried to shake off the oppressive frustration that wouldn't let him talk to her like she was the girl he had always loved. Instead, he found himself holding back, his first words forced, though he finished by calling her the name she almost always blushed to hear him say. 

But he didn't really have anything more to say, and the uncomfortable silence was a first for them. Amy finally broke it with a banal attempt at another apology, but he wasn't in the mood for games so he answered in his usual simple, straightforward manner. 

Sean realized that he was using a tone normally reserved for dealing with customers... pleasant, but not personal. He still couldn't talk to her like she was his Amy... somehow she felt unfamiliar, like she was a different person than the girl he'd grown to love over the last dozen years. 

After being prompted, he described a few details about his birthday. When he thought of Rebecca giving him that delicious cake - and making it when she was down herself - his voice involuntarily came alive. Sean waxed on about his new friend and totally missed the bite of panic in Amy's question about Rebecca eating cake with him. 

His spirits had gradually lifted as they talked, but then his memory caught up and the cause of all of this trouble had yet to be discussed. He wasn't going to wait for Amy to bring that subject up. 

"So, is Brittany still your best buddy?" he asked, not bothering to hide his disgust for the tramp. 

Her response couldn't have been further from what he wanted to hear. 

"Yes, she's actually acting like a big sister. She doesn't let anything bad happen when we go out and I'm having a lot of fun, just like you said you wanted me to." To top it off his girlfriend had finished with a tone that clearly said that she was not going to tolerate his questioning her behavior. 

'Acting like a big sister?' His mind stumbled over the ridiculous words. 'Getting her drunk and taking her out to grind...' his mouth engaged where his mind had been seething moments before, "Riiiight. Well, you two just keep on having fun, getting drunk and clubbing. I'm sure grinding against exotic men helps you keep from missing me too much." 

His thumb was actually moving to end the call - and his relationship for all it seemed to matter to Amy - when he caught the sound of her gasp. Even over an ocean that noise stabbed straight into his heart. He didn't want to hurt her. He also really didn't want her to get hurt by that conniving bitch... but it seemed as though his wishes were of little consequence. 




All Grown Up Ch. 04



With his heart in his throat, the young man once again felt like his world was crumbling. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I'm not sure where that came from. Listen, I know you wouldn't do anything like that, it's just, the last time we spoke you told me how you were dancing in a club and getting drunk, and that's why you missed my birthday, right? Because you were out partying with your college friend in dance clubs with older guys." 

While his voice had started apologetic, it ended with bitter resignation. He spoke his mind, letting his feelings be clear and hoping she could understand how important this was, not just to him, but to their future. His Amy would never have gone drinking and dancing with other guys. He wasn't sure how, but he knew Brit was causing these changes. 

"I mean, she doesn't like me much, and I know she doesn't approve of me, so can you blame me for worrying about where she's leading you?" 

There, he'd said it, there was no question of his concern: Brittany was no good and Amy needed to stop and think about how this was affecting her. 

Her reply - or rather lack of it - stretched on until their previous awkward silence seemed like a blink in comparison. Shaking his head, Sean wasn't sure if the connection had broken or if Amy had hung up. 

There wasn't a dial tone, but the call was obviously over, only manners prevented him from hanging up without a goodbye at this point. "Well, I guess that's all I had to say..." Once again his thumb began to move, he was certain she was no longer on the line, but her words blurted through the static of the connection just before he pushed 'End'. 

"Sean, she doesn't dislike you, she's just a bit snobbish. Her opinion is hardly an issue compared to my love for you, is it? You know I love you, I know you love me, I will be home in a few weeks and we'll have lots of time for just us, OK?" So simple sounding. So dismissive of any of his concerns. 

With those thoughts he ended the call robotically, "I love you too, sweet lady, please be careful. Come back to me as you are, don't try to measure up to what she expects of you, alright?" 

He had no doubt she was already a different person. He could only hope that when she returned she wasn't so much like Brittany that she was lost to him. However, with what had happened in only the first two weeks of their six week vacation, Sean couldn't help but fear the sour feeling in his gut. 

The following day was Sunday, the first of June and payday. All of his customers were on auto-deposit, so, as Tony and he knocked off the three pools they had for the day, they went shopping for the month's supplies and then hit the Steak Buffet.  

The restaurant would learn to fear the two teenagers, with the week Sean had had, he planned on taking out his frustrations on a binge of meats, fried foods and pie. Lots of pie. 

Antony gave up trying to keep pace around 1 pm. To be fair, Sean had over two years of growth on the kid, even if the Latino already had just as broad of shoulders as Sean. The duo had put away considerably more than the average diner was expected to eat and Sean was still going strong when Tony pushed his plate away. 

At 2 pm, the manager not so politely asked how long they planned on staying. 

Sean, his body finally bloated and his mind nearing food-coma stage, cheerfully stuffed a last bite of blueberry cobbler into his mouth and slowly got to his feet. The pair comically waddled to the pickup, joking around about 'food comas' and groaning at the results of their excess. 

The teens were still laughing when they arrived at the empty park they favored. They stretched out under the sun and watched the wind in the trees. Sean had something important to say to Antony, and as usual, his 'kid brother' was quick to pick up on his moods. 

"Tony, I got bad news and worse news," the older boy began. "I'm gonna be taking on more classes this fall, which means I'm not going to be able to work as much." He turned and looked at his little brother's face in profile. As usual when it came to serious stuff, Antony was a deep thinker. Sean knew that this kid was smarter than most anyone in their school, maybe even himself. 

Turning on his side, Tony's eyes were intense as he spoke, "You're gonna graduate early then, at Christmas break?" The fifteen year old once again made a statement out of the question. "You're going to college full time then, right, so you won't be working at all next spring, huh?" 

Again the statements but there was a request at the end, and Sean nodded his confirmation to both. 

"Will you still live with us?" 

That question caught Sean off guard. He'd not thought that far ahead, but on quick reflection he knew that he already had all of the freshmen electives and core subjects out of the way. By the time spring semester started, he'd be well into his sophomore core bio-chem course load. He knew that college Freshmen traditionally had to live in the dorms, but he had already passed entrance qualifications for Sophomore classes - in fact he was taking two of them right now - so... 

Shrugging, Sean frowned his answer, "I dunno, I actually think I won't have to live in the dorms, so I guess we'll have to see what the Piiers want, or for that matter, what the state might have to say about it. I want to stick around as long as possible, not just because of the money, but... this is my home, you know?" 

Still, Sean could see that, while Tony had voiced a genuine concern, there was something deeper still bugging him. Years of 'big bro' experience held his tongue, the younger boy would speak his mind, but not a moment before he was ready. 

"What about Aims?" Apparently he was ready, and wow what a doozy... Sean's first reaction was to stifle a chuckle, Tony was the only person that called her that, well, kept calling her that without Amy correcting them. 

Shoving his musings aside for... more musings, Sean barely stopped himself from replying with another shrug. 

Still, it wasn't in his nature to bullshit his bro, so he said what he felt: "I'm hoping she comes back and we work things out. But I got a bad feeling." 

Tony, with years of 'little bro' experience to draw upon, nodded sagely at Sean's dire tone. 

Sean continued to shove aside the other feeling of dread that was eating at him: He continued to get weekly updates from Lydia via messenger. He wondered if that would continue if Amy dumped him. 

The two young men left the park significantly less cheerful than they'd arrived. 

. . . 

Rebecca's weekend was considerably more exciting... 

. . . 

Monday was free of the constant problems compared to last week, and, coupled with the lack of personal drama, this was enough for Sean's normally cheerful mood to assert itself once again. Rebecca's was the last job of the day as usual and this time Sean was an hour earlier than normal. It really was a problem-free day and he looked forward to chatting with the stunning older woman about his concerns over what he was beginning to see as a real threat to his future with Amy. 

Chatting was going to have to wait, apparently, as Rebecca was currently using the outdoor pool. This wasn't exactly unusual for him, he'd found clients in their pools during his agreed upon work hours many times before... it was their pool after all. 

In fact, he'd even had the current circumstance happen several times: being that the occupant of the pool was stark naked. Every time had been a cue for a quick exit, and every time the women had tried to protest and keep him there. He'd never stayed, it would be ridiculous to do so and not expect their advances and he'd never been interested in anyone other than Amy. 

So it was that, while he immediately began edging backwards towards the side and an escape from certain embarrassment - he was an hour early after all - he also wasn't turning away. Part of his mind, the small remainder of rational thought process still receiving blood-flow, made the clear objection that he'd seen almost every bit of her already, so why get in trouble for perving on her? It's not like he could see much anyways with the water frothing... 

'OK,' he narrowed his eyes in concentration, 'I need to leave.' 

He didn't move. 

'Wow, she sure swims fast!' the teen thought, and absentmindedly leaned forward to her see better. 

She reached the deep end and flipped underwater, now doing the backstroke, her breasts swaying and bobbing on her chest with each long, reaching stroke. 

'Does... does Rebecca have a hickey?' he continued to stare, watching the naked woman turn and push off for another lap, 'She does and it's a really big one!' Then he realized, rather suddenly, that he had been craning his head around the corner. 

Panic at getting caught seized him, 'Oh, Shit!' Sean fled, banged his finger on the handle in his haste and barely remembered to stop the gate from slamming closed before he reached the safety of his old Mazda short-bed. 

Breathing heavily, the young man was still hard as a rock and trying to rationalize what just happened when his phone rang. 

"Err, Sean speaking?" he croaked, then cleared his throat, almost missing the reply. 

"Sean, were you just at my gate?" asked an out-of-breath Rebecca Hudson of the skinny-dipping Hudsons. 

"Ah bah, well, I-" he eloquently responded, till she cut him off. 

"-Yes or No, Sean, do I need to call the cops on a burglar or just have an embarrassed laugh with my friend?" 

"Oh! No, I mean, don't call the cops, I was, tha... I, yes. I was there-" he began to ramble 

"-Sean?" She tried to cut him off. 

"-I'm so sorry, I was early and-" 

"-Sean! Stop babbling and come in the house!" 

"Yess, ermMa'r..." deep breath, "Sorry Rebecca, what did you want me to do?" 

"I'm dripping pool water on a rug that cost more than that ugly import you drive, get in here." *click* 

Half an hour - and a professional consult on the damage to the imported rug later - Sean and Rebecca were both finally having that laugh. Though she was much more relaxed than he. 

"So, let's hear it, you saw me naked, was it worth all the trouble?" 

Sean was thankful he had already finished his tea, for he was certain he would be choking otherwise. Of course, choking might have prevented his 'engage-mouth-before-brain' disorder from making this even more awkward. 

But he didn't choke, he blurted "Yes!" then winced at his own outburst, but continued in typical Sean fashion. "I, they, you are very beautiful and have an amazing chest." He was torn between congratulating himself on articulating his thoughts and trying to figure out where she would bury his body. 

She laughed, a deep melodious sound that stopped all thought processes in his teenage brain. 

He swelled with pride - and other parts - and smiled. 

"Well, thank you, and please keep that to yourself, OK?" 

"Yes ma'-rmRebecca." Another wince turned awkward smile. "I would never do that," he recovered solemnly. 

She smiled in return and the teen finally caught on to what he'd be noticing for the last hour. "You're much more relaxed, are you finally feeling better?" 

This time it was Rebecca's turn to be thankful she wasn't drinking. Her weekend had been... very restorative. But she couldn't go into those details with her young friend, so she simply beamed a heartfelt smile, "Yes, thanks for asking, I do feel better." 

Then his mind returned to the big mark on her neck... he noticed that she was wearing a towel slung over her the location, conveniently- 

"-Is there something else, Sean?" she asked, interrupting his musings with a mischievous glint in her eye. 

"Erm..." ever the articulate one when put on the spot, Sean had no idea how to ask about the woman's private life. 

"Yes?" she drew out the word, her voice still playful. She could see where his eyes landed and realized that being naked hadn't just revealed her body, but evidence of her more recent... activities. 

He blew out a breath, evidently not quite comfortable with getting that personal. 

Even so, the older woman smiled brightly at her young friend, and they shared a moment of understanding. 

Remembering the timing of Sean's calls was simple for the manager in Rebecca, so it was with ease that she recalled that tonight was one such night. She had debated how she should approach the subject should they get a chance to speak, and now was a highpoint so she took a breath and dove in. 

"I'm glad to see you are in such good spirits as well, Sean. I don't want to bring things down, but how are you doing with your lady? Tonight is a call night, correct?" 

Once again Sean was impressed by the brains behind the beauty, thinking 'She doesn't miss much!' for the umpteenth time. 

"Yes, it is, and I've decided that I have to let go of my fears." He stumbled a bit, embarrassed at his next revelation but forging ahead as always, "I've, um, been praying about it, and of course talking with you has helped and even my little brother has given me some things to think about. All of it comes down to I am not in control, so I've got to let her make her decisions and we'll see how it turns out." 

Although he finished in a bit of a rush, the young man felt even more confident in his words now that he'd articulated them. The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning and sharing small talk with his funny and beautiful friend. Evening found him in his usual calling spot, lifting those hopes skyward once again as he pressed in the digits that Amy had texted to him. 

The strange ringing had barely started when Amy answered, "Mmmmm mornin' my love." 

Her tone of voice set his blood racing and before he could process thought he had answered, "Mmmm do you have any idea how I've missed those words, said that way..." He had to shift in the cramped seat behind the wheel, but his libido continued to fuel his words, "I can picture you, spread out on your bed, your eyes still sleepy, your hair tousled, oh my God you are the sexiest creature ever created." 

And he could, his eyes were closed, a wistful smile playing across his face as he envisioned his gorgeous girlfriend on her soft blue bedspread after he'd ravished her wet pussy. He was throbbing hard as she breathily responded, "Wow." 

Then her sleepy tones were replaced by cheerful yet sultry ones, "That was, by far, the best I've woken up since I left. I can't wait to stare into your eyes when you do that again... you made me wet just hearing it!" 

Sean groaned inaudibly and forced himself to change direction, not only was it too cramped to masturbate in his position behind the wheel; he was too shy to whip it out in the parking lot with a highway a mere hundred feet away. 

So he fell back to his favorite sexy game with his beloved, "Oh sweet lady, I want to hear you moan my name so bad. I'm going to feast upon your hot body from your toes to your nose-" 

Her giggle didn't stop his routine, but rather encouraged him, his smile fairly splitting his face as he continued, "-when you get back." 

When she immediately gave the appropriate counter question, "Any place in particular you'd like to sample, good sir?" His heart felt like exploding with relief. This was his Amy. This was the girl he loved, the woman he would marry, the mother of his unborn children. 

All of this sped through his mind even as his mouth was forming his playful retort. "My mouth is watering at the thought of tasting your... left hip-" 

Her giggles made his heart soar but he pressed on, "-and your... right thumb-" more giggles "-and that fantastic behind the knee part, what do they call that?" 

Amy had dissolved into the kind of laughter that he had rarely heard since they were in grade school, he could hear her gulping air as she struggled to respond. A deep breath, and then her tone deepened - he could cut glass with his cock as she began, "Oh baby, you're going to lick my knee pit?" and they both lost it, laughing as they had not done in almost a month. 

Her next words brought his heart to his throat, "Miss you," and he felt enveloped in her love for him. 

"Miss you t-" the line crackled loudly like when you crumple a plastic wrapper, then with a loud snap, went silent. Sean snarled in frustration, why now? He pushed 'End', hit redial and got an immediate fast-busy. 

Taking deep breaths, Sean counted to one hundred and tried again. The irritating tones made him clench his jaw but then he started thinking more constructively. First, he looked up the number to their hotel, but even as he searched his mind slowly allowed his heart's overflow to lift his spirits. 'She's still my girl,' he happily smiled... until the searched for main number also gave a fast busy. 

Resigned that he had to settle for the good that had happened, he drove home happy for the first time since he had started calling his lady all those thousands of miles away. 

The next few days passed easily and Tony couldn't resist a few 'told-ya-so' jabs as Sean couldn't stop smiling to himself. 

Thursday was a 'Rebecca' day, as well as a phone call day, and the teen had joyfully shared the essence of his last call, even as he kept back his plan to call from a more secluded location and try another shot at phone sex. He was ready to go at the perfect location well before it was time... he'd even taken his shorts down to save the effort with a phone in his hand later. 

The phone once again it had barely rang before it was answered, an unexpected voice asking, "Hello?" 

Sean was startled by how clear Brittany sounded - it was as if she were back in Cali. While the teen's mind whirled with questions (were they back? why was Brit answering, was Amy OK?) Brit repeated her somewhat breathless, "Hello?" 

"Oh, Hi! Sorry," he laughed nervously, "I... is Amy there?" he finally blurted. 

"Yeah, she's here," the blonde replied, though her voice had become lower pitched, as though she was trying not to be heard. 

'What the hell is going on?' Sean almost demanded, but Brit finally continued, once again in a subdued voice, "She's not up to a call right now, try again later?" 

'That bitch! Why is she even in Amy's room? What has she done?' Sean began to panic, all thoughts of trust and hope thrust aside by the ache in his gut that screamed that this woman was poisoning his lover. His voice clearly conveyed his anger and fear as he demanded, "Stop playing your games and let's let Amy decide if she wants to talk right now." 

Brit's tone took on a lighter tone, and Sean quickly realized that the college girl was taunting him as she replied, "Sorry, no can do, she's out of it. That girl cums like a fire hose and then she's zonked. Or have you even seen her pretty little pussy? You know, that's the problem with you, Sean, you thought you could string your girl along while she was practically begging for it. Too late now." 

The little giggle the blonde gave at the end of her rant sent shivers down Sean's spine. His voice was as cold as death as he demanded, "I said quit fucking around and put my girlfriend on the phone now!" 

"And I told you, she can't come to the phone right now, she's trying to recover from the orgasm I just gave her." It was said so matter-of-factly that a terrifying realization began to creep in on Sean's resolve. 'She couldn't be telling the truth. That's... there's no way.' His mind began to spin with the terror of his uncertainty. 

Brit continued her verbal assault, her every word striking like a prize-fighter's punch to his gut. "Listen, if you hadn't been so stingy with your cock, she wouldn't have had to look elsewhere for satisfaction, OK? She's a real woman now, she's given herself to some real men and loved it, didn't you baby?" The blonde's voice faded at the end, as though she had turned away to talk to Amy. 




All Grown Up Ch. 04



Suddenly Sean's world began to revolve around one desperate hope: that Amy was not even there, and Brit was just being a nasty bitch, just messing with him. 

And then he heard Amy's voice, and the flare in his gut consumed the last of his assurance that this was all a sick joke. 

He could hear the tears in her voice, and even then there was an underlying roughness, a desperation in her one word spoken like a plea: "Sean?" 

There was no thought, his very life seemed to depend upon the answer to his question, and he enunciated each syllable carefully and clearly, even though the transatlantic call was perfectly clear. "Is it true? Have you had sex with a... with how many men?" 

The answering silence was damning in his ears. He angrily yanked up his shorts, almost glad for the pain to his balls as he forced them past the waistband. He couldn't help but get every horrible detail out in the open. Let there be no wondering how much of Brittany's diatribe was goading and how much was her gloating over her conquest. There was a sneer in his voice, an edge of hysteria beginning to blacken his vision even as tears ran freely down his cheeks. 

"Well? Is it true? Did that slut just give you an orgasm? Have you had sex... given your virginity to some stranger? Tell me!" 

Her gasp for air had stopped him from hanging up during their last fight, was that just a week ago? This time he felt nothing of her pain as she choked out "I..." and once again allowed the silence to condemn her. 

A cold, calculating calm suddenly descended upon the young man. He began to systematically remove himself from the call, from each of the things that troubled him over this disaster. 

"Fine. I told you to enjoy your vacation to the fullest, and you took me at my word. I wouldn't want to hold you back. Enjoy the diseases that slut will share with you. Did you know she tried half a dozen times to get me to cheat on you? So-" 

"What?" Amy tried to interrupt, not that he cared for any insipid attempts she might make at this point, he continued without pause, "―if you're choosing her and strangers over a future with me then you've been lying to me all along, haven't you?" He framed the statement as a question, taking a page from Tony's playbook, and had given her just enough time to try to lie again before he over-rode her attempts to bullshit him. 

"―No! Sean I―" 

"―Don't lie to me, Amy. Why bother? It's not like you ever really cared. Have fun with your new friends, we're done." He finished, his thumb finally severing the connection as he now realized he should have done a week ago. 

Shrugging to himself, Sean started up his old, yet reliable pickup and rambled into town. He wasn't a drinker and getting blind-drunk wasn't his style in any case. He'd seen what trying to cry to friends and family accomplished, and of course how could they know that their precious Amy was just a whore waiting for the freedom to spread for... 

The pickup slowed to a stop. Behind the wheel the young man heaved gasping, silent and tearless sobs as he could no longer allow his mind to think of her, not even with demeaning thoughts, no more thoughts... he couldn't. No more. He slowly took deep breaths, shutting down his emotions. He drove home carefully, his full attention on the smallest details - turn signals, speed limits, lane intervals - the minutia consumed him and he let the numbness take over. 

. . . 

Sean didn't bother with prayer that night. He slept because he refused to let his mind think and it gradually shut down. He woke, ate, worked, ate and worked some more. That night he claimed stomach issues and avoided family time. Tony wasn't fooled, but Tony never was. 

"So bro, what's with the tummy trouble BS?" was the broad-shouldered boy's opening. 

"Called her last night. She admitted having sex with Brit and a number of guys. We're done." Simple, straight forward. No tremor in the voice, just facts stated without... Sean didn't finish his self-assurance because Tony was holding him so tightly that he couldn't breathe. 

"Oh, God, Sean I... you said... you were worried and... man, I, just... I'm sorry." The younger teen had never been much for emotional displays, and his 'cool' persona meant that when he did speak it was clear and thought out. Now Sean was battling for his emotional control even as he struggled for breath. Damn, he knew the kid was built, but Tony was strong! 

Sean gasped out, "air?" with as much levity as he could manage, and soon Tony was giving him a one-armed hug and - did Sean see him wiping away a tear? Dammit, this kid really cared a lot more than he allowed Sean to realize. 

Minutes passed in an uneasy silence. 

"Ice-cream." The silence had been broken by Tony, and both boys headed to Sean's pickup. They'd already eaten supper, but there was an all-you-can-eat ice cream buffet on Friday nights and they intended to close it down. 

Saturday found Sean staring into space a bit more than he'd have liked, but he'd once again clamped down on his emotions. 

Sunday the guys took down a rib joint, and in their best record yet were kicked out before 1 pm. 

That night would have been a phone night, Sean was happily watching Star Wars marathon with the family. His phone was in his room. It was powered off. He did check his messenger account later for Lydia's update and another part of his heart shut down when it was not there. 

Monday came and he had to keep his phone on for customers but his dread of being harassed by an emotional ex-girlfriend were groundless. He was confused how he felt when he found no messages, texts or missed calls from the girl he once loved. The work kept him moving and soon it was time to finish his day's last client. 

Sean had been simultaneously dreading and anticipating the promise of someone he could open up to. He found himself balking when the moment came to talk with her. 

Rebecca immediately keyed in on his attempt to be ambivalent, but for some reason he stubbornly refused to release the choke-hold he'd gotten on his emotions. Her attempts to be playful were rebuffed as were her guilt trips. He almost cracked when she got a sulky frown and then declared, "I guess you don't trust me after all." after which she turned and went inside. 

He honestly didn't know where to begin, and when he finally looked for her she had left the house. 

The weekdays blended together, Thursday came and there was no sign of Rebecca so Sean did his work and then... sat down. 

There was a note pad on the table by the indoor pool, Rebecca had left instructions or questions there occasionally. Now he picked up the pen and began to write. The words seemed to bleed out of him, and once again tears streaked silently down his face unnoticed or cared about. 

..."Amy, 

Not even four weeks apart and you have given away your virginity, whether you've given it to strangers or found someone you think you love, you could have at least broken up with me first. Sex is what you have wanted for years, and now you can have all you want. You may not want to hear it but Brittany has a big reputation on campus of being into drugs, including roofies. Just try to take some time and think about how far you let things go. I guess you probably regret waiting for so long, wasting your time with me, but someday you may want to have a family and you don't want videos or pictures to come to light... be careful. I'm sorry I wasn't enough for you. 

Goodbye, 

Sean" 

"OK," he announced to the empty room, releasing the breath he'd been holding. For a moment, it felt like all of the air in his body was gone; all of the foul, noxious thoughts and words that had hovered in and around him since... the breakup. 

He felt... better. Not fixed, or at peace, but perhaps this would help. 

Carefully tearing loose the sheet, he capped the pen and set it aside. He would mail the letter care of Lydia, who had given him a 'travelling PO box,' whatever that was. He felt a vague pang of regret at not having used it to send letters to, to his... ex. 

Standing, he folded the paper and moved to put it into his pack; he almost fell into the indoor pool when Rebecca spoke from the doorway not five feet away. 

"OK what?" she demanded. "And why did you write me a note and then take it with you, or are you making a shopping list?" Her tone was strained even as she tried to end on a lame joke. 

After a few more beats of silence, the older woman made a simple, heartfelt request, "Talk to me, Sean." 

Unable to deal with the rising tide of emotions, but unwilling to turn his back on one of his few friends, Sean stopped stuffing the note into his pack and held it out towards the blonde beauty. 

The look in her eyes when she took the paper told him that she feared something dreadful. As he watched her reading, he saw several emotions quickly play across her lovely features. Horror struck first, though she seemed to switch back and forth with a fierce scowl and then the settled on look of heartbreak as she finished. 

She seemed so emotional that Sean was dumbstruck by the intensity of her response and didn't move as she approached him. Rebecca gathered him into her arms, her barefoot height causing him to have to lean over but he didn't mind. He could not have told you what she was wearing, what she smelled like, or even what her breasts felt like pressed against his chest. In that moment all that mattered to him was that he was cared for. 

Rebecca could barely contain her emotions, she was equal parts livid at the stupid girl for tossing his heart aside and heartbroken for not only his loss but the loss of their dream as well. She had only found hers, and only because of Sean. It just seemed to be so unfair. 

Sean spent the next several hours, into that evening, talking mostly about how much of his life was centered on someone he apparently didn't really know. 

Rebecca not only didn't judge him or laugh at him, but spoke with him as an equal. He knew she cared for him and that made him feel just a little better. 

He finally admits to being confused about Brit's comments about Amy being a 'real woman' and having sex with 'real men.' It's really hard to reveal his doubts, but he felt like it would drive him crazy if he didn't let it out. 

"Given what you've told me, Amy has been obsessed with sex for years now." She seems to ponder her next words carefully. "There's no way to know what a slut like Brittany considers necessary to become a 'real woman'... let alone the qualification of a 'real man,'" she finished with a shrug. He can't help but notice a sadness in her voice. 

"I do know that your concern over Amy getting into drugs is something that you need to tell her mother about or it will eat at you. Most everything else is out of your control - they are her choices to fuck up as she will - but drugs are a different story." 

He considers this, but his frown tells her that something more is going on. "Do you not agree? Are you willing to let her go down that road out of spite?" she asks, not believing her young friend had that kind of heart. 

"Oh! No, not at all. It's just, the more I think about Brittany, the more I realize that she must have some real skills to dodge Lydia's eye this whole time. I don't know what kind of guy Stephen is down inside, but Lydia would never let Amy go this far. That tells me that Brit is damned slick because Amy can't lie to save her life." 

His response was gratifying, even as it made her frown. "So, you need evidence, is that it?" 

He nodded absently. "Lydia's phone has been having problems, so they rely on Stephen's and he is wrapped around his daughter's pinky." The young man pauses, his eyes narrowed. "I have some friends at state that got me some rumors, but what I need is an insider, someone that works in her department, or better yet a classmate or sorority sister. Someone who has firsthand knowledge of who she hangs out with so we can connect some dots." 

His frown deepened, "I just don't know anyone at the U, and I really can't afford the time it takes to go into the city right now." he finished, a stark sadness settling upon his face. 

"So, she goes to the U, and you said she's in Chemistry?" Rebecca's hopeful tones caused Sean to glance up. Indeed the blonde looks almost incredulous. 

The teen nods his response again, this time attentive to his friends' increasingly pleased expression. "What, who do you know?" 

"Oh, just the lead TA for the Sciences department," she beamed. "She interned with us doing a study on makeup testing several years ago. We keep in touch because, well frankly she's just a great person. Our company's development branch actually awarded her a study grant when she put in a proposal with my approval," she finished with a conspiratorial smirk. "She owes me, but more to the point she'd help just because, well, like I said, she's pretty great." 

"Great!" Sean echoed in reply, "and you think she'll know enough about Brit to help somehow?" 

"Pamela has her Ph.D. in Biology with an emphasis in natural medicine and chemical compounds. If Brit is a bio-chem major then she will have to have talked to Pam, and that girl is sharp. She'll know who we're talking about, I guarantee it. From there she should be able to direct us to people that can get us the info we need!" Rebecca finished with a wide grin, which faded to a small, sad smile as she saw her young friend gazing at nothing. 

"Hey," she spoke gently, laying a hand on his arm. "It's OK to let this go, I can handle the contacts and get back with you. Either that or you can meet her Friday, she'll be down to my office to introduce a new intern she's sponsoring?" she left the question hanging, waiting for Sean to come back to earth, not sure how much he was even hearing right now. 

"Would you mind talking to her tomorrow, please?" he turned to regard the woman, who still held him in a loose embrace, then blushed as he stepped back. "I just, I don't want to waste any time." 

"That sounds fine. I'm going to be out of town starting Wednesday, but maybe you can meet with her on Friday to talk about what she finds out?" she paused, seeing Sean's attention was fully on the topic again. "Unless it's something critical that we can use right away, in which case I'll get back to you as soon as she contacts me, I'll call you with details either way Wednesday night, would seven work?" 

Sean nodded absently once again, then squeezed his arm around Rebecca a bit awkwardly before gathering his pack. All thoughts of sending the letter were forgotten. 

He paused at the door and looked back fondly, "Thanks," he smiled gently. He seemed to gather himself, then called out "See you Thursday, good luck with Pamela," as he walked out into the humid night air. 

Rebecca sat down heavily once she heard the gate close. "What a terrible, twisted thing to do." she breathed sadly into the quiet room, thinking of what Brit had said to her sad young friend. 

. . . 

The week had passed in a blur for Sean. Even 'Iron-Gut-Antony' had managed to catch the stomach bug that swept through the Piiers household. The only reason Sean figured he avoided it was how little he was home. 

With the extra work covering Tony's two properties as well as soloing those they usually knocked out together, Sean was always moving. 

The fact that he was trying to balance a full college course load to that mess meant he was at the campus library until they closed each night. Still, he was shocked to realize that it was Thursday already when he parked outside Rebecca's house, going through his daily routine on autopilot. 

He frowned in thought as he hustled through his prep. Even though he was well aware that she would not be around - she had called him... yesterday? He found that he missed having her around, even if it was just to banter about inconsequential things. 

The teen shook his head bemusedly, setting himself to the tasks at hand. He found himself looking forward to the next week when he began training Kayden. The fourteen-year-old tomboy had jumped at the chance to get out of 'girly chores' when Sean had put the job opportunity before the rest of the kids at supper last night. 

Mr. Piiers had not been all that impressed with the idea of a "young girl working by herself," but Mrs. Piiers over-rode him. She had stated that Sean didn't work solo until he was seventeen. While that was true, Sean and Tony were quite sure that the old lady just wanted the girl out of her kitchen where she was an utter disaster. 

Sean had said he would think it over, and then privately consulted with Tony. His young partner had expressed no reservations, his observation of "she mows the lawn just as quick as I ever did," marking his approval. 

Perhaps it was his recent romantic debacle, but Sean couldn't help wanting to avoid any entanglements between his bro and the younger, but already cute foster sibling. 

He sought out Allison, the eleven year old resident gossip, to make double sure that there was no romantic interest between Tony and Kayden. The young 'information specialist' had beamed at his confidence in her knowledge, and promptly declared that Kayden would only like Tony if he were a Tonya. 

She'd been quick enough to apologize once Sean had stopped choking... the little shit had timed her declaration to coincide with his gulping down a Cherry Coke... damn that burned! 

Kayden had actually fist-pumped the air when he told her she could start training Monday - she had to wait until then so her family chore-rotation would be finished. 

Still, it was one less thing for the older teen to worry about. In fact, with his work-load soon to lighten, he would be free to return more time to his studies. Without the crush of academics stealing so much of his time (and sleep) he had hoped that he could Ace all of his tests, thus saving himself even more 'useless classroom time' once he started college in the spring. Like dominoes, each removal of stress left him feeling closer to the easy-going person he wanted to be. It also freed up more 'mental energy' to turn towards the next day's big event. 

He had become quite proficient at avoiding all thoughts of 'her,' but tomorrow's meeting with Rebecca's friend Pamela would make the subject unavoidable. In his older friend's call on Wednesday, she had mentioned that Pamela had some information, and that it was 'sensitive.' Whatever the hell that meant. 

Shaking his head, Sean moved through his chores with practiced ease. He finished his workday around seven and went home to leftovers and term paper research. 

Friday marked the return of Tony to full health, and it was a good thing as an overnight storm had made an awful mess of their outdoor properties. As was usual policy, the boys stopped at each of the six homes with the "Diamond Service Plan" to sweep the debris from their pools and even tidy up around the decks. They were done by 8 am and split to handle the normal workload only an hour behind schedule. 

Sean took a break at two to rinse himself off in a client's outdoor shower, then hurriedly dressed in simple khakis and a button down dark blue shirt. He made it to the address Rebecca had given him with ten minutes to spare, and went ahead inside to avoid getting sweaty in the almost 100 degree heat. 

He noticed a pretty young woman sitting in the waiting room, she was dressed in a nicely cut business blouse and skirt and Sean figured her to be the intern Rebecca had mentioned. She seemed intent on not paying attention to him so he decided to return the favor. 

Sean reached for his phone - he had always used it as a way to avoid dealing with people - but stopped when he realized that his primary activity before had been to craft texts to his... to her. 

Standing impulsively, the young man headed down the hall to the restroom. He heard voices shortly after entering the facilities and by the time he finished up the young woman was gone. 




All Grown Up Ch. 04



It finally occurred to him that he had no idea how he was supposed to meet with Pamela. She didn't work here, but was rather here in support of one of her students. 

He schooled his features and approached the reception desk, and his worries were quickly put aside as the young woman there asked if he was Sean even before he spoke. 

She quickly had him buzzed into the main offices and pointed him down a narrow hallway. 

"Last door on the right, wait if it's closed, knock and enter if it's partway open, OK?" 

Smiling as he nodded, Sean set off down the indicated path and heard the door open as he neared the end of the hall. A scrawny, older man led the intern out and the pair squeezed past the teen without a second glance. 

"Sean?" he heard, and the hairs on his neck and arms stood on end as an electric tingle passed down his spine at the soft voice from behind him. 

Turning towards that voice, the young man's eyes were already wide as he took in a vision of female perfection. She stood sideways to him in the doorway, and was a little shorter than average, perhaps 5' 5". His eyes followed her thick, raven-colored hair that fell in waves to her butt. What he could see of her legs were pale, yet nicely shaped under her khaki, above the knee skirt. 

As he drug his eyes back up, he noticed that her conservative navy blouse didn't disguise her generous chest all that well. Finally realizing that he had been unabashedly staring, he jerked his eyes to her face and found that she was smiling, wide-eyed and blushing. And what a face! Her blue eyes were startlingly intense, framed by her dark hair and creamy white skin. 

'Please God, let this be Pamela!' he fervently entreated his maker. While he'd returned to seeking peace each night he was a bit uncertain of the appropriateness of such a prayer. 

Pamela Adams felt her face heat with an embarrassed flush. At 23, she'd been used to guys checking her out for close to a decade now, but never had she seen the look of awe that had been so openly displayed on the young man's face. Worse, she had drug her own eyes over his form, and had been blushing as much over getting caught checking him out as due to the look he gave her. 

'Get ahold of yourself woman!' she scolded herself, 'This guy is here to hear about...' and with those thoughts her attitude sobered considerably. 

Sean had to confirm that he didn't have his mouth hanging open as he stared into the blushing, smiling face before him. Several times he tried to jump-start his brain, but it wasn't until the young woman's features suddenly changed that he snapped out of his reverie. It was the look that replaced her obvious embarrassment that brought the young man back to reality; her expression had turned to pity. 

"Hi Sean, I'm Pamela Adams," she began with that soft yet oh-so-stimulating voice. 

Her tone was friendly, if tinged with... regret? Or was it sympathy? Regardless her husky smooth tones still forced the young man to suppress a shudder just from hearing her speak. 

Speaking of... speaking, Sean realized that a silence had been stretching out as she was probably awaiting his reply. He blinked, hard, when his reaction - or lack thereof - produced a smile that lit her features with an inner radiance. 

'Inner radiance?' he thought. 'What is this, a Lifetime movie?' and with that he brought up his hand to shake even as he tried to jolt himself loose of the stupor he slid into just by looking in her eyes. 

"Sean Mills, pleased to meet you Miss Adams," he finally got out with a nervous smile. 

The young woman's smile broadened at his formality, and she liked a guy that would shake hands. Something clenched just below her gut at the rough feel of his grip as he held hand her firmly. The smoothness of his voice fit his tanned, open face as well, and she glanced away before she thought too long on his intense hazel eyes. 

Already wondering what was going on with herself, Pam reluctantly pulled her hand back and ushered the young man to a seat, closing the door so they could discuss the sensitive information in private. 

She was very glad her old boss was so willing to lend them this room, the idea of trying to talk about these things in a cafe or... she shook off the meandering thought and began the 'meeting.' 

"Rebecca filled me in, I assume that you don't mind I have all the details, and I'm also going to assume that you don't want me to spare you any bad news?" 

Sean's face displayed his dismay, but only briefly, and he quickly schooled his features. He nodded, not trusting his voice again. 

Opening a manila folder on the nearby desk, Pam continued to stand as she began to detail her findings. Those findings were substantial, and included several allegations of complicity with date-rape, attempted bribery of school officials and a laundry list of unofficial grievances that the young woman had dug up in just three days. 

Sean soon found that Pamela's voice could lose its allure, for her tone began with a hard edge and he quickly figured out why as she spoke. 

"It seems that without the presence of Miss Stanton to intimidate people into silence, the trail of people willing to give up the dirt just kept going and going. She has left a string of victims in her wake, and those are just the ones willing to talk. It was made clear that she is no stranger to using blackmail - including videos - to ensure silence." 

Pam levelled an assessing gaze upon her guest. He seemed to be taking things alright so far, though she could see his face was pinched with tension. He gave a curt nod for her to continue and she answered with an apologetic smile that hardened as she thought on her next words. 

"I have started a petition circulating to have her investigated by the university ethics board. Technically, she is on staff as an understudy to one of the professors. The common assumption is that she spends more time under than studying." She gave a wrinkle-nosed grin as an apology for the last statement, though he did grunt and smile in acknowledgement at the time. Now he was staring off over her shoulder, his gaze fixed, his eyes glassy. 

She gave him a few minutes, and finally Sean brought his eyes back to hers. His look was resolute, and the hardness in his features made her heart hurt a little. She couldn't imagine what kind of pain he was suffering right now. While Pam thought that her next words might be unnecessary, she felt that she had to make this clear. 

"These are all things that affect her future with the school, and likely will impact her immediately upon her return. I'm afraid I didn't find anything that could be used to cause her to return earlier, no way to indict or accuse her of any specific criminal action. Without that, I assume that we've won the war, but lost the key battle." 

Her voice finished with such genuine disappointment that Sean knew that she really cared. What's more, she impressed him with her thoroughness and intelligence. His sudden interest in the young woman before him caused a sharp backlash of guilt to wash over him, and it was this guilt - not the myriad other troubling thoughts brought on by her news - that caused him to get up, quietly thank the beautiful brunette for her time, and leave. 

Pamela sat there silently thinking for another few minutes. She had been on the verge of tears at seeing how broken the poor guy had been. 'It's not fair,' she lamented to herself. 'Selfish bitches like Brittany and Amy are why the good guys always become bitter assholes.' She frowned at her own harshness, releasing a deep sigh. 'Lord help me help Sean and not allow bitterness to rule me.' she offered up and tried to let go of her foul mood. 

As she stood, she noted that he hadn't asked for any of her research, which was still spread out on the table. Saddened at the thought, Pam wondered if perhaps Sean had given up hope for his girlfriend. Rebecca had indicated that theirs was an almost storybook romance. She could definitely see how, at one time, he would be cast as the Prince. Now he seemed more like the lost boy. 

. o . 

End Chapter 4 

Quick aside, the single line: 

"Rebecca's weekend was considerably more exciting..." 

Is a placeholder to let you know that chapter 4.5 is a 'side story' which focusses on Rebecca's smutty, romantic encounter with Leo. Consider it a reward for enduring all of this serious stuff, go read it (after you rate and review, please!) 

Thank you so much to those who have reviewed chapters 1-3, you've made my day with every comment and message, especially the constructive critiques... although a few words of praise never hurt a guy's feelings ;) 

Lastly I want to thank those who have rated my writing so highly, you really keep me coming back to this story even with the craziness that my life has become. I won't bore you with details, but it's not fun stuff. 

Regardless, I apologize for the delay between chapters. It doesn't help that I'm a terribly slow / perfectionistic writer. 

Progress as of this posting: 

Chapter 5 is more than half written: Brittany returns... in shame or triumph? 

Blessings, 

Jason



All Grown Up Ch. 04.5



Greetings readers!

I'm taking a short break from the main characters of 'All Grown Up' with this side story about the character of Rebecca from the series. This little tale is something that grew from an encounter in Chapter 4. I didn't want to side-track chapter 4, yet this idea had too much impact on the character of Rebecca to simply toss aside.

Plus, to be blunt: Chapter 4 is rather lacking in smut, and Rebecca is more than ready to make up for it!

This is the story of Rebecca's weekend with her 'Friend-with-Benefits', Leo, who lives in Seattle. It starts off hot and heavy which reflects the nature of the relationship that they share.

Despite the hardcore content, I initially posted this chapter is in the Romance category because it is, at it's core, a tale of two hearts growing together.

It got Murdered in the ratings! I could get angry at the multi-one-star-rated jerks but what's the point? Instead I re-posted it to Erotic Couplings in hopes that my numbers would reflect the story instead of the passionate feelings of a few zealous 'defenders of romance'.

Thanks to my editor, kjplotts, who despite not having time to proof this chapter, gave me invaluable feedback that helped me refine the chapter. Thanks also to all who rate and review, you keep me coming back to the keyboard!

Rebecca's Change of Heart

The click-clack of heels echoed down the sidewalk, bouncing off of the glass walled building as the blonde strode towards the hotel entrance. The panels to each side of the doorway were mirrored and Rebecca took a moment to check her makeup and pull her tight top down an inch.

She could feel the eyes upon her barely covered form and her lower lips moistened in response. 'This is going to be so much fun!' The beauty thought excitedly. Rebecca appreciated how Leo would always go along with her wild ideas, and she couldn't wait to exercise the funk she had been in lately with a weekend of rapturous sex with her best friend and most ardent lover.

She had spent days getting this outfit just right, shopping for each slutty piece to compliment the others and present a package that would make everyone in the room stare.

That's just what she wanted. She craved the attention of every man and woman in the busy room to be upon her, but most of all she wanted them all to watch her choose him. They would all see her man... her thoughts stumbled at that phrase, but she hurried on even as her click-clacking resumed carrying her into the brightly lit foyer of Seattle's most prestigious hotel.

Setting aside the errant possessive thought, Rebecca strode in like she owned the place, even though she looked every inch the prostitute. She found Leo right where she asked him to be standing - across the entire room - and he was looking right at her.

That wasn't surprising though, everyone was looking at her. Her smile lit up and she confidently moved through the open space, her hips swaying seductively, her eyes never straying from his.

. . .

Leonard Cavendish watched his lover enter the hotel lobby and, along with every other male that saw her, his breath caught at the sight.

She was dressed in a way that left no question of her intent: beginning with the 4" glossy red stiletto 'fuck-me' heels, which were criss-cross strapped to silky white hose-clad calves. The hose led to lacy stocking tops which had visible garter clips several inches below the bottom of the bottom of her red skirt. The white garter belts themselves disappeared under that fire-engine red 'belt-skirt', which hung just below her tightly toned ass. He caught a glimpse of silky, bright white undies and suspenders as she walked, her softly sparkling skirt swaying with her steps.

An expanse of gorgeously tanned and toned tummy was exposed below her pure white, halter-style top. The top had off-the-shoulder sleeves and a heart shaped hole exposing her considerable tanned cleavage. The halter barely constrained her generous chest, and the visible pucker of her upward-pointing nipples made it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra.

A garish red leather choker and matching heavy lipstick completed a look that screamed 'prostitute', though with her strikingly pretty face, and expensively styled blond locks, the extremely hot total package left no doubt that she was no cheap whore. The matching blue-diamond anklet, tennis bracelet and dangling earrings ended that speculation if nothing else.

Most male eyes followed the gorgeous blonde's progress towards the bar with hunger. Most female eyes were either jealous or similarly aroused at the sight of sex on legs as she sauntered with purpose towards a man who was apparently her 'date'.

Many of the guys frowned at the sight of the man waiting for the amazingly hot hooker. He was a big fellow, both tall and wide, and while his thick black beard was well trimmed, the overall effect conjured the image of a lumberjack.

Except, most lumberjacks don't wear fitted James/Sharp suits, and fewer still awaited a call girl with roses hidden behind their back.

Those women who saw the giant of a man were drawn to the sincere adoration in his eyes and brightness of his smile as he gazed at the woman approaching him. They immediately knew that this was not "that kind of date". This was further confirmed as he swept the woman off of her feet into a familiar hug, showering her face with kisses much to her delighted laughter as he held her well above the floor with ease.

The pair turned even as she gasped out appreciation for the roses he presented her, and many women smiled jealously, yet appreciatively, at the obvious love they shared.

The happy couple retreated down a private hall and out of sight; leaving imaginations to fill in their fantasies in lieu of the larger-than-life truth they'd been watching.

Had they any idea what happened next behind that door most would find their imagination sorely lacking.

. . .

Four hundred and thirty dollars. Her brand new skirt, a filmy, silky affair that swished just-so when she walked, and had taken her hours to settle on - not to mention the time it took to find in shopping hours - and it now lay on the floor in tatters.

Leo had shut the heavy metal door with a solid thud. He quickly took Rebecca by the shoulder with one massive hand and simply ripped her skirt from her body with the other. Her lacy white panties quickly joined them - snapped at the hips - and then drawn carefully along her dripping labia, causing her to shudder in arousal. He kept moving her backwards even as his thick finger was working it's way into her steaming wet slit.

"Uhhnnnnn!" was the first thing either had verbalized since entering, and his twinkle-eyed smile showed his approval.

Meanwhile he hadn't stopped moving them, maneuvering her awkwardly backwards with a meaty digit probing her depths even as he slid the hem of her halter up to reveal her naked breasts. He then palmed one of her heavy tits in the hand he was guiding her backwards with.

Somehow she didn't stumble on her heels, which was all the more impressive as her eyes had narrowed to a smoky gaze locked on her lover's confident visage. She didn't even know what was behind her, trusting him to guide her safely however and wherever he chose in the dimly lit room.

He chose a soft leather couch, and she was barely aware of its firm support even as he lowered her feverish body to it. By this point she was simply too hot to bother with details such as where she was or what held her off the ground.

Leo's probing digit had become two fingers somewhere in the course of her reclining and he had begun rubbing the pad of his thumb over her already hardened clit. He released her breast only to grip her by the back of the neck, forcing her chest upward so he could bend his large frame and take her hard, upturned nipple between his teeth. Her first orgasm rocked her hips up into his hand as he nibbled and suckled her, laving his tongue over her areola and then sucking and licking a path up her chest to the base of her neck.

There, as he kissed her pulse point, he murmured, "Missed you." She could only groan deliriously in response.

Then his fingers renewed their assault upon her soaked sex. He pushed deeply into her box, a stray digit grazing her rosebud, bumping against her tight back door as he began pumping the full length and thickness of two fingers as far into her as he could. He curled one finger as he pulled out, rubbing against the slightly bumpy area of her g-spot, and her next orgasm tore any response she might have been forming from her mind as she screamed his name.

Still he persisted in his pumping motion, drawing her along into a series of small quakes that shook her to her toes. He knew her body, and knew its limits. He was just getting her started.

He lowered her head to the leather seat and moved one of her legs up to the back of the couch; spreading her obscenely even as he began the really challenging portion of his game: undressing himself one-handed while keeping his lover in a lust-fueled frenzy.

Though he slowed a few times, the pauses were carefully timed with her erotic convulsions. Once he had removed his coat, tie and shirt, he upped attack further, sliding a third finger into her depths, leaving only his pinky to dance over her now slickened pucker, while rubbing his thumb side to side over her clit. Her answering yelps as he drove the new thickness into her frothing pussy brought an almost feral smile to his face. It was almost time.

Stripping out of his shoes, socks, slacks and boxers was tricky. Rebecca seemed to be coming down from the latest series of climaxes and he couldn't have her relax quite yet, so he stopped teasing with his pinky and on the next thrust of his wrist he slipped his smallest finger into her tight rear.

His little finger, and indeed her little butt, were soaked with her juices, and his constant teasing had loosened her ass considerably.

The unexpected intrusion had caught her at the bottom of a long string of orgasms, and she rocketed back to the peak as he slid his hand deep into her body. Her pussy was so stuffed with his fingers that her bottom felt impossibly full with just his pinky.

Her hands fluttered as her orgasm crested once again. As she rode the wave she reached out with her right hand to claw at the supple upholstery. Her left arm held her leg spread wide for him, the whole time she twitched and convulsed under his relentless attentions.

Finally Leo was stripped bare, and able to return his other hand to the task. He slowly strummed her erect nipple even as he watched the signs that showed him how close she was: The tendons in her slender neck were straining, her lovely mouth was wide open, red lips curled back over her teeth. A stranger might think she was in agony, Leo knew that she was almost at the limit of her ecstasy.

Once again he lowered his bulky body over her much smaller figure, beginning to lick and kiss at her pulse point as he had minutes before. It was an awkward angle for his long frame, filling her pussy and ass with his meaty hand while still keeping a measured stroke over her inflamed button. Meanwhile his left hand was filled with one heaving breast, her thick puffy nipple protruding from between two thick fingers.

Just as his arm was getting tired from the contortions, he heard her final cue: her breathing became sharp and erratic. Puffing and wheezing, she sucked air through harsh gasps, punctuated by animalistic grunts. She was ready at last.

Closing his eyes, Leo envisioned the timing, getting all of his parts to affect all of her parts at just the right moment was no simple task.

He twisted his wrist, drawing his fingertips over the writhing blonde's g-spot even as he wiggled his pinky at the entrance of her tight little ass. At the same moment he mashed his thumb up and down against her clit and twisted the nipple that he'd held so carefully awaiting this moment. The last piece of the puzzle was the key, and it was delivered even as the overload of sensations caused Rebecca to reflexively sit up. Her body seized in a convulsion of furious pleasure, delivering her tanned shoulder to his waiting mouth. He knew what she needed was no nip or nibble and his jaws closed on her tender flesh and held her like a tomcat seizing his yowling mate in rut.

Her hands snapped into their familiar places. One took a handful of his hair and gripped tight as though to pull him away - yet she was holding him fast against her throat and shoulder. The other arm wrapped over his barrel-chested torso, only reaching his mid-back, where she dug in her fingernails and held on for dear life. In fact, her scream probably sounded like her life was in peril, so fiercely did she release... then it cut short. Her voice suddenly quiet even as her limbs, indeed her whole body fell limp.

Leo slowly untangled himself from his well-satisfied lover. His erection was throbbing painfully, but he was patient. He sat and looked over her sprawled form, taking satisfaction in the way the sexy body below him twitched. He noticed that, even while she was technically unconscious, a look of ecstasy remained upon his lover's stunningly beautiful face.

He stared while he could, for he knew the intensity of his gaze made her uncomfortable. His look conveyed the love that he felt as undeniably as his own breathing kept him alive.

The big man laughed quietly to himself, as the irony of this 'relationship' was so ridiculous. He'd been a player since high school, never without a woman of his choosing - or several - at his beck and call.

His life as a stud only got better when he and Josh, his best friend and 'wing man', graduated college and went into business together. They built a company and lived the party life together, moving through a list of lovers that would make porn stars do a double take. That period of his life was one long party, lasting almost ten years; and then seven years ago he had met Rebecca.

It took all of one week - the week he spent training her as a new hire - to know in his heart that he loved her as he'd never loved anyone before. Try explaining that one to your buddy: "Hey, I can't go picking up women this weekend, I'm in love."

Josh was not impressed - after all, Rebecca was already married And an employee.

Worse, it quickly became apparent that the blonde goddess had no interest in him, at least not in the way he felt towards her. To be fair, it took them both a while to figure that out.

He remembered their first date vividly. When he stiltedly - as he had never been one to make the first move - asked her to dinner that first time, he was overjoyed with how receptive she had been.

Then, over their first date, she had made it clear that she would like to get to know him better, but she didn't want it to affect her job. He readily agreed, hell he was like a lost puppy with her, he'd have agreed to anything.

Their first time together had been like all the trite teen 'first time' stories you've ever read. They get naked, guy gets excited, guy cums too soon, guy gets horribly embarrassed.

Except, those guys didn't have Rebecca as a lover, the poor sods. She not only didn't ridicule him, but she was understanding and encouraged him that they could try again. With her licking and touching and cooing and sucking he was soon able to do just that. And then again, and throughout that fantastic weekend he found out what being loved by an experienced woman was like. He could never settle for 'banging a college girl' again.

He immediately became infatuated. She became scared of his intensity; first quiet, then distant, and finally unavailable.

Their 'break up' (as he viewed it) was both gentle and heart rending. She thought he was the most amazing man she'd ever met, but he needed to get out in the world and find a woman that wanted what he wanted: to settle down and live a life together.

Not only was she already married, but she just wanted to 'have some fun' since her husband was rarely around to take care of her he was fine with their open marriage. Besides, she liked the thrill of new experiences.

Her job - the job he himself had hired her for - kept her moving around various cities and she used that as an opportunity to find and fuck as many men as she wanted.

But Leonard didn't... couldn't, 'move on'.

So he took what he could get; whenever she called, he would meet her if it was at all possible. Over the last seven years he had learned her body, her tastes in food (anything not burnt), her likes in gifts (red edged white roses made her gasp in pleasure every time, blue diamonds set in platinum made her angry at the expense but she still wore them every time they met) and how to keep her guessing in their sexual games.

Not one other woman in his thirty seven years had stirred anything in him, at least not emotionally. None but this vision of loveliness stretched out and soaking his leather cushion her with her fluids. His dick still jumped at the sight. Not only was she gorgeous, but despite all his previous conquests, she was easily the most erotic sight he'd ever seen.

His eyes travelled the length of her, up her slender yet well-defined swimmers legs to her sopping wet slit. Over her trim stomach, to her gently heaving, gloriously full breasts to the darkening bruise he had just marked her with moments before. Leo caught sight of her lips and realized she was smirking.

He quickly avoided her eyes.

The big man physically jerked at the realization that she was awake. 'Shit!' he lamented to himself, 'how long has she been letting me gaze at her so longingly?' It wasn't that she would say anything; that was the worst thing, she would probably feel too good from her release to ruin the moment by commenting over his obviousness. He knew that she wasn't comfortable with his feelings. She knew quite well that he adored her... and their arrangement was very clear that anything beyond friends-with-benefits was not on the table.

. . .

In all of her years of teasing, flirting and even romancing her prospective lovers, Rebecca had never met another man like Leo. It wasn't his mouthwatering build, his tasteful wealth or even his honest charm that set him apart. It was the way he looked at her. She was always the center of most men's attention, but with Leo it wasn't about possession or lust, but adoration. Even when he was gazing at her with lust, it was with a longing love easily felt even by the jaded blonde.

It was several years ago that she had come to this insight. On her way home from one of her 'scheduled trysts' with her always reliable lover at his spartan home, she had finally had time to work out what had been bothering her all that weekend. She thought carefully about what she knew of her best friend and lover, when it finally hit her: Leo still loved her... he'd never moved on. All of the pieces fell into place, how he was always available, and the gifts that always showed such thoughtfulness, how his place was devoid of any sign of a relationship.

She'd not gone back to see him for almost three months after that shocking realization, and he never pressed her. As always, he maintained his friendly banter when they spoke... and they spoke weekly. Leo was still her boss, and though she had moved up in the company, as co-owner he had kept her reporting to himself alone.

That was the practical reason for her avoiding a relationship with Leo: because it was inappropriate for a CEO to date an employee. She didn't consider hooking up with him a problem as there was no emotional involvement. At least that's what she told herself.

The other, much larger part, was the simple reality of her fear. Her dread of that look in his eyes and what it meant. Neither of her husbands nor any previous lover had ever gazed at her the way Leo did. The way he was drinking her in even now as she lay recovering on his soft warm couch.




All Grown Up Ch. 04.5



It used to scare her, used to make something deep inside her heart quail with fright... and so she had fled. She pulled away from him any time he got too close.

Then she began to get to know Sean Mills, a slender, friendly little hunk of a teenaged boy who was - as trite as it sounded - her poolboy. A few months ago the kid had somehow gotten under her skin. Then, a few weeks ago, Rebecca began plotting how she was going to turn him into a man (he was only recently turned 18) and teach him how to fuck.

But then she got to talking with him, and really saw him as the person he was instead of just the thick meat between his legs. (Not that she'd gotten a real look, but even his loose trunks couldn't hide these things from her practiced eye).

Her eager plans to seduce him unraveled before his sincere and abiding love for his girlfriend. The young man inspired Rebecca to tears the night that he had revealed his heart to her. A heart that she knew that she recognized, but not as her own. The thought of how much she might be missing out on drove her into a depression.

Over the next few days she had planned a weekend with Leo. Her mind asserted that what she needed was to be fucked like no man on earth could but Leonard Cavendish... it wasn't until now, as she lay gasping in the man's luxurious private quarters that she realized just why he was different.

It was in the heart, Sean's heart had shown her what to look for... and she'd had it all these years, in Leo's heart. Even as the thought fully formed, her mind tried to shut it down as she always had... but this time she didn't let it. This time she soaked up her lover's adoration and waited for his eyes to meet hers.

She smirked in satisfaction - she wasn't going to run this time. She wasn't going to panic at the unknown. Rebecca Hudson was going to look Leo in the eye and not look away from the... love she knew she would find there.

But first she had to get him to look at her, and her own eyes narrowed as she realized that he was staring contritely at the floor. He had gone flaccid as well, a sure sign of turmoil in her virile mountain of a man. 'Dammit', she thought, 'he must have realized I caught him staring... I've always been such a cold bitch in the past, it's no wonder he's acting defeated'.

Rebecca was shocked to find herself at a loss as to what to do. Twenty years of pleasing men had not taught her how to comfort someone she loved, someone she had herself hurt. The irony felt like a slap to the face, and she felt tears prickling at the corners of her perfectly applied mascara. She snatched up her lover's silk boxers and dabbed them to her eyes. Her efforts were made all the more difficult as she heard the concern in his rumbling voice.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry..."

The poor man was completely at a loss and she did not blame him. So was she.

"I..." he continued, as she wiped at her eyes she could picture him clearly: his eyes casting about in his helplessness.

She had been lost for a long time, and as ridiculous as it sounded, it was her poolboy who finally showed her the way.

Rebecca wasn't lost anymore...

"just-" he restarted, but she was done with words.

. . .

He was shocked when he saw her hastily grab his boxers from the floor. 'Did she want him to get dressed?' he frowned at the implications.

Her barely masked sniffle, then attempt at dabbing at her eyes had clarified one thing: she was crying. That was clear, but now he was completely lost as to what had caused this radical shift in her attitude. He felt compelled to apologize and began speaking even before he had thought to follow through with the why.

"Sweetheart," he began earnestly, "I'm sorry..." 'Oh hell, now what?' his thoughts roiled desperately. 'You always have to say the why when you apologize or she'll never believe you knew what it was about, which was as bad as no apology at all, if not worse.'

"I..." he floundered on. Only his years of business experience kept him from looking around desperately. 'As if someone would step up and hand me a cue card.' he thought wryly.

Leo nearly growled in frustration at his own wandering thoughts, he tried to continue, but was lost, pressing on in sheer panic now.

"just-"

Rebecca didn't let him finish his painfully clueless ramble, and she stopped him in the best possible way: She sat up quickly, casting aside his boxers and grabbing his head in both her hands and she kissed him.

Stunned, Leo sat rigidly for a few seconds, his mind scrambling to grasp what was going on. Well, he knew what was going on: 'She's kissing me!'

'No,' he languidly thought as he wrapped his arms around her body. 'Kiss is too tame a word, she is consuming me,' he smiled at that thought even as she was wrestling herself into his lap.

He held her close, supporting her weight by her tight little bottom as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Leo's thoughts finally became lost as he joined her in the process of pouring their hearts into the most passionate embrace of lips on lips he could ever remember.

Sometime later he realized that she was pulling his arm away from under her toned tush, even though she hadn't stopped moving her lips against his. Her intentions were made clear as she reached down and grasped his straining erection - he hadn't even realized he was hard again - then tried pushing her crotch downward again.

The problem was one of proportions: Leo was 6'7", a good portion of which was his thickly muscled torso. Rebecca was 5'6", a lot of that length was in her gloriously toned legs. Her chest size was magnified by her shorter torso, but it also meant that the difference between their currently attached mouths and their longing to be attached groins was well over a foot distance. He was quite well endowed, but even with him seated, her bottom was still poised just above his straining manhood.

It must have been a lack of oxygen that kept him from even simple solutions, but she seemed to have figured it out and had no patience for getting what she wanted. She slapped his arm - hard - and he let go of her cheeks. Her weight was insubstantial to his arms, but her grip on his neck never loosened and he was forced to bend down even as she slid his length into her molten pussy. Her 'oomph' as she was filled was released into his mouth, and she continued to lick and suck his lips with unabated passion.

If there was a contest to see who broke the lip-lock first, he lost, groaning in appreciation of her rather obvious fix to their 'problem'. Then he groaned again as her inner muscles began working his length while she sat, fully seated on his length.

She took a break from her assault on his mouth and made his groans continue as she fixed her mouth on this shoulder and began giving him a rough love bite, the mirror of her own.

Rebecca wasn't moving on his cock, seemingly content to undulate her cunt muscles in a way that, together with her urgent gnawing on his sensitive throat and shoulder, made Leo's eyes twitch as his senses became overwhelmed.

He was hunched over, his arms hanging uselessly by his sides, passion bruised lips open in a heavy pant as he suddenly and violently came with a roar into his blonde lover.

The eruption seemed to catch both of them off guard, as it took her a moment to react to his outburst and jerking hips. Then she was riding him, lifting herself up with her arms and letting her weight slam her pussy down, forcing his gushing cock up into her depths. Her nipples drug along his hairy chest and sent tingles straight to her wonderfully stuffed pussy.

Rebecca felt the rush of his semen slipping along his length, coating their joining and she leaned back, gazing into his heavily lidded eyes.

"That's it baby, cum in me, fill me!" she aggressively demanded. His eyes slowly widened as another shot erupted from his cock.

"Yeah, give me your seed, all of it, I want it all!" the gorgeous woman rode him, now undulating her hips, squeezing his tool rhythmically inside her and he began to see spots even as another load surged up his shaft into the love of his life.

"Give me more!" she began to chant as she slowly squeezed, writhed, and then squeezed again even harder. "More!" she wrung another spurt from him, "More!" her voice was growing harsh as she rocked in his lap. He thrust upwards even as his arms finally came to life, pressing down on her hips to drive what was left of his hyper-sensitive erection into her loins.

Rebecca squeaked and his shaft felt the familiar flutters of her orgasm. He stared at her with triumph, but his breath caught hard in his throat at the gaze she met him with. The spasms of ecstasy were playing over her lovely features, but it was the joy and... he had to look away.

But she whimpered... she whimpered "look at me".

So he did, mind swirling with denials and hope and confusion and logical explanations that were swept aside like chaff when she smiled a new smile, a small, delicate thing that he'd never seen on her sweet face. She looked... shy?

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that she was still cuming on his cock. The feeling of his erection rubbing inside her was a pleasurable background to the longing he felt as she continued to hold his eyes locked with hers.

The denials were sounding tinny and weak. His confusion swirled away to nothing. Logic failed... and over those few moments nothing else explained their connection. Only hope remained... and it ripped aside his careful mask before he was ready. His heart clenched in dread even though he couldn't have stopped his adoration from spilling through his gaze, not this time.

A fearful heart-beat passed, and she responded, her shy little smile burst with happiness, his mind spun with the possibilities and at last she gave him his greatest wish.

"I love you too Leonard Cavendish, and I will be yours for as long as you will have me."

This was beyond his wish, into dreams long thought dead. His smile was watery as he bent his face down to capture her red, swollen lips with his own.

They finally stilled, and she relaxed enough to look into his beaming eyes. She continued to meet his gaze with her own reassuring smile, knowing it would take time for him to reconcile with her sudden change of heart.

Finally his own smile deepened, the calm certainty that had always marked him apart from other men returned to his gorgeous face. The confidence that had always made her quiver rang true in his voice as he finally answered her, "I love you Rebecca Hudson, I always have, and I always will."

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End Chapter 4.5

Please let me know what you thought, and especially if you'd like to see more of these characters, either past or future, otherwise I'll consider this a one-off. Either way chapter five will refocus on the main cast.

As always, thank you for reading, please rate and review.

Blessings,

Jason



All Grown Up Ch. 05



This is a continuation of All Grown Up, CH's 1-4. As such, the story will make little to no sense without first reading the preceding chapters. 

A big thanks to all of you who read, rated and reviewed earlier chapters! 

This chapter is not what I had planned. Oftentimes characters seem to grow a life of their own, and Sean and Amy have done just that - at least in my head! Rather than begin a discourse on psychology (or why Jason should be committed?) here is the latest in the story of Amy and Sean's journey. 

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All Grown Up, Ch 5 - Grown Up Realities and Heartfelt Dreams 

Sunday, June 15th 

Sean fidgeted nervously, a bead of sweat making its way down his neck. He'd never noticed how uncomfortable the seats were in his little pickup, but then again he'd never sat in them for so long either. 

He was parked in the sparse shade of a palm tree, just outside the house of his... Well that was the key question, wasn't it? Did he even have a girlfriend anymore? At the heart of all other questions, from how far Amy had gone and exactly how much of what Brittany had said was true, none of it mattered if she still loved him. 

Did it? 

Then again Amy wasn't the only person involved - or affected - by Sean's actions after he had left the meeting with Pamela two days prior. 

Sean knew that the woman he had once called 'mom', Amy's mother Lydia, was upset by the results of the rash decisions the young man had made. 

The hours after Sean had gotten his 'proof' against Brit were a jumbled mess. He had once again tried calling both Lydia and Stephen's phones, only to go straight to voicemail. He'd called the hotel again for the umpteenth time, only to once again get the run around. Something about the way the man at the hotel desk spoke to him made his eyes narrow in an involuntary scowl. His gut told him that something was not right. 

So he got on the family computer and, with the help of Google Translate, tracked down the number to the police station in the city Amy's family had last stopped. It took a few minutes to find an English speaking officer, and even then the French policeman seemed more than a little sceptical of Sean's request for aid to the hotel room. Then the line had gone dead, and Sean had released a stream of profanity... which brought Mr. Piiers hustling into the room more concerned than angry. 

That's when things get a bit hazy. Sean spoke to his foster father without reservation, he relayed his story - how his girlfriend was with a dangerous person in a hotel in France and she had been increasingly distant. The conversations with Brittany. The investigation into the college girl and it's results. How Sean suspected that Amy had been drugged. 

Then Mr. Piiers did what Sean had already tried a dozen times: he called the hotel. The difference being that he spoke French, and (from the tone of voice and look on his face) Mr. Piiers was quite forceful in his discussion. 

When the older man finally hung up his face was tense, and a frown of concentration marred his usually kindly visage. 

"Something is wrong," the older man stated, and, even though Sean had known this, his stomach plummeted with the confirmation from someone he trusted. 

More calls had been made, and after hours of sitting helplessly, Sean had finally spoken to Amy's mother. She and Stephen had been on a mountain hike and were just on their way back. Lydia's panicked voice was replaced by the calmer yet demanding tones of Amy's step-father, Stephen. 

Sean knew better than to implicate the man's 'little girl', but when it came down to it the young man had to mention the likelihood of drug use, at which point Stephen began speaking very loudly. 

Mr. Piiers took the phone and, as if they were in a business negotiation, the two men hashed out several details and the phone was hung up. 

That was less than 48 hours ago, though it now seemed like a lifetime. 

Sean had received exactly two calls since then - both from Lydia. The first was to report that Amy had been hospitalized for drug overdose, but was alive and stable. The second was to tell him that they were on their way home, and when he should be at the house. 

So here he was, and had been for an hour. Granted, he was still over an hour early... he wasn't taking chances. He glanced in the rearview mirror and grimaced at the tired eyes staring blankly back at him. He looked like he felt: exhausted. The last few days had wrung him out both emotionally and physically. 

He leaned his head back against the unyielding lump of the headrest and rested his tired eyes. 

. . . 

Amy looked like hell. 

Her normally slender frame was painfully thin - frail even. Her lustrous, long black curls were tamed into a dull ponytail. Hollow eyes met his and looked away in shame. 

He held her tenderly, stroking her hair and whispering soothing nonsense as she clung to him. 

Finally she tilted her head back and looked him in the eyes. She leaned in to kiss him, but paused part way. As he closed the distance and met her lips he mused that this was the biggest sign that she had changed. Instead of the aggressive, hungry way she normally attacked his mouth, her lips were now tentative, questioning. He saw in her eyes the same emotion: she was fearful, unsure of his response. 

He took his time undressing her, spending as much time as he could to reassure his Lady that he still found her beautiful, even if she was practically skin and bones. 

She let him love her at his pace, not demanding he move to her loins as she usually did, but relishing his lightest caresses, vocally appreciating the brush of his lips on her collar bone, hip or calf. Her moans spurred him on. Her gasps battered against his self control. 

Their eyes were locked as they joined, his first experience making love - he banished all thought of how many guys she had taken before him. 

He didn't know what he expected to see at that moment, or what he wanted to feel. The emptiness of these last weeks was a physical thing in his gut, a pain in his heart and yet now, as they moved together, he felt his total adoration for his first love return to him, filling him and flowing into her. 

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End Chapter 5 

This chapter is for Cutee, and all my readers who have asked for the repair of Amy and Sean's storybook love, I hope you enjoyed it. 

Progress as of this posting: 

Chapters 6 and 7 are fighting my every attempt to finish them, though both are mostly outlined. The reality of writing has been much more difficult than just jotting down the ideas. 

Blessings, 

Jason