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Goody Two-Shoes

By: KarennaC



I didn't plan to start college as a virgin.

Actually, I hadn't planned to finish high school as a virgin. Or to start my senior year as one... But I wasn't the type of girl that filled guys' heads with thoughts of sex. More like thoughts of, "Boy, I bet she can help me with my homework!" That's right: I was a class A, one hundred percent geek.

I wasn't ugly, at least I didn't think so. Though there were days I wished I could shave my head instead of fighting with my unruly hair. And I couldn't wait for the day I could afford contact lenses instead of my stupid round glasses. I had a decent figure, but with the fashion sense of a tree, I had no idea how to dress to accentuate it. Put simply, I was a mess. And so naturally, I started college as a virgin.

I woke up my first morning of college in the same bed I'd slept in for fourteen years. Yep, I was still living with my parents. They were overprotective, which was yet another reason I'd had no opportunity to lose my virginity, and my father had announced a year earlier that he didn't think I could "handle" dorm life until I was at least twenty. My feeling was that he just wanted to keep me a little girl for a while longer, but I hadn't argued. I never argued with my parents. Never mind that my older brother Randy had moved into his own apartment at eighteen. He wasn't me.

My classes were just as boring as my high school ones had been. Day after day was the same thing. Breakfast with my parents, a day of classes that put me to sleep, a few hours at the convenience store where I'd been working since my eighteenth birthday, and back home for supper with my parents. There were cute guys in some of my classes, but none gave me a second glance. Most didn't even give me a first.

One afternoon, I was alone at work when a creepy-looking guy came in. He looked around the store for a few minutes, then came up to the counter. "Give me what's in the register," he said.

"I- what?" 

He pulled a knife out of his pocket. "Give me what's in the fucking register! Now!"

Oh, god! I froze. My boss had drilled it into my head over and over: if someone tries to rob you, give them what they want. But now that it was time to put it into practice, I couldn't remember what he'd said. 

The guy lunged across the counter and held the point of the knife against my throat. "Open the motherfucking register and give me the goddamn money!"

The door opened. "Put the knife away, you moron."

Startled, the robber jumped off the counter. "You an idiot or something?" he asked the customer. "I have a fucking knife!"

"You have a fucking problem." The customer held the door open. "Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"I think I'm Jay Christian." 

"Shit." The robber took one last look at me and bolted.

Jay Christian. Object of my first childhood crush. He'd graduated with my brother eight years earlier; they'd been friends until a fight over a girl split them up. Jay'd gotten the girl, as I recalled, along with plenty of others. He'd never paid attention to me, of course; I'd just been the little kid who tried to crash the conversations. 

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

Now that the danger was over, I fell apart. Huge sobs erupted from my throat; I couldn't even answer Jay. He came around behind the counter and put his arms around me. "It's all right," he said softly. "You're safe."

"I- Oh, god, what if you hadn't come in?" I said. "He was going to stab me!"

"Nah, I know the guy. He's just a punk. He wouldn't have done anything; sooner or later someone would have scared him off. Or you'd have smartened up and given him the money like he asked." He studied me. "You're Samantha, right? Randy's sister?"

"Yes." I backed away from him and grabbed a piece of paper towel. I didn't really want him seeing me with tears and snot all over my face. "Sorry. I'm not usually like this."

"I'm sure you're not usually the victim of an attempted robbery. Where's your phone?"

"Huh?"

"Phone. So I can call the police? Like I said, I know that guy. One call and he'll be picked up. You'll have to file a report and all that, but I'll stick with you till you're done."

"You will?"

Jay laughed. "You ask a lot of questions. Yes, I will. We go back a long way, Sam. Though you definitely have improved since you were nine."

I decided not to ask what he meant by that. "The phone's right here." I picked up the receiver and handed it to him. "I'm going to have to call my boss, too."

"No problem." Jay reached in front of me and dialed the phone. He didn't quite touch me, but he was so close I could feel his body heat. I leaned back. I'd just almost been robbed, for crying out loud! Now was not the time to renew a nine-year-old crush.


The police showed up while I was on the phone with my boss. My boss showed up soon after. I had to go through the whole story over and over while notes were taken and forms were filled out. By the time Randy showed up to give me a ride home from work- my parents, naturally, hadn't let me get my license yet- I wanted to collapse. 

Randy ran into the store. "Sam? What happened?"

"Someone tried to rob the store," Jay replied. "Fortunately, someone else showed up and scared the creep off."

"You?" Randy eyed him suspiciously. "Why were you even here?"

"Um, it's a store. I came in to buy something." Jay squeezed my hand. "Hang in there, Sam. You did all right tonight. Talk to you soon." He winked at me and sauntered out.

Randy waited around while the police and my boss finished getting the information they needed, then walked me to his car. "What was that all about with Jay?" he demanded as he drove out of the parking lot.

"What was what all about?"

"Telling you he'd talk to you soon. Why was he even there?"

"Because he saved me from being stabbed!" I turned to stare out the window. "I don't get why you've held a grudge against the guy for so many years, but that doesn't mean I have to hate him too. If he hadn't come in when he did, I don't know what would have happened. And I hope he does talk to me soon."

"He's too old for you, Sam."

"No one's too old to be a friend."

"Yeah, and what I know about Jay Christian is he wouldn't only want to be your friend. The man's a complete pussy hound, always looking for the next lay. And he's into some other pretty nasty stuff, too. Drugs, for example. Stay away from him, Sam."

"He used to be your best friend."

"Yeah, almost ten years ago. Things change. People change. I mean it, Sam. I'll talk to Mom and Dad if you don't promise right now that you'll stay away from him."

Typical. Randy was twenty-six years old and still acted like a child. "Do what I say or I'll tell," I mocked.

"I'm not messing around, Sam."

I knew he wasn't. He was just as overprotective as my parents. "Okay, fine. I promise." 

"Good. See that you keep it."

"I will, as long as you promise not to tell Mom and Dad what happened tonight. I need to earn my own money, Randy. They'd make me quit the job if they heard about this."

"I won't say anything. They need to let you grow up sometime."

"So do you."

"Maybe so, but not with Jay Christian."

* * * 

My parents didn't notice anything unusual when I got home that night, and Randy kept his word to keep his mouth shut. I went to work every day hoping that Jay would come into the store again, but days went by and I didn't see him.

Then, on an afternoon that I had off, I was walking home and a car stopped beside me. "Hey, Randy's little sis!" the driver called.

I grinned. That was what Jay had always called me when I was a kid, as though he couldn't remember my real name. I ran over to the open passenger-side window of the car and leaned in. "Long time no see!"

"Been busy." Jay pushed the unlock button on his door. "Get in. I'll give you a ride home."

I opened the door and got in. Jay pulled away from the curb. "I hope you remember the way," I said.

"I do." Jay looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "Have you ever thought about getting contacts?"

"All the time. That's one of the reasons I'm working at the store. My parents won't buy them for me, so I'm saving up."

"You'd look good with them. Take off your glasses and let me see."

I took them off and turned to face him. "Well?"

"Damn, you've grown up! You're a sexy girl, Sam. You definitely need to lose the glasses. And get something done with your hair."

"Yeah, I wish I could." I squirmed a little in my seat. Jay Christian was calling me sexy? 

"Tell you what. When's your next day off?"

"Sunday. Why?"

"I know a woman who does an amazing job with makeovers. I'll take you to see her."

I wasn't supposed to have anything to do with Jay Christian. Randy would flip if he knew I was even riding in the guy's car, never mind thinking about seeing him over the weekend. I didn't want to say that, though; then I'd really sound like a geek. "I can't afford a makeover either, Jay."

"My treat. It'll be worth it to see how gorgeous you look when she's done. You aren't giving yourself enough credit, from the looks of things."

"I can't let you do that. Makeovers are expensive."

"It won't be that much. The woman owes me some favors. So where should I pick you up Sunday? Somehow I don't think your house would be the best idea."

"No, my parents wouldn't- " I stopped myself. "Meet me at the library."

"Perfect. I'll pick you up at ten Sunday morning." He turned the corner onto my street. "And I'll drop you off here so your parents don't find out you've been riding with an older man." He winked at me and popped the door lock.

Two days later, I made a vague excuse about homework to my parents and walked the few blocks to the library. Jay was already parked at the curb. "I wondered if you'd actually show up," he said. 

"I can't turn down a free makeover." I got into the passenger seat. "Where is this place?"

"Next town over. The woman's, shall we say, a friend of mine. I've already talked to her about you; she's ready."

"So am I. I think."

"You'll be fine. Wait till you see how hot you look when she's done with you. You'll just have to figure out a convincing story for your parents."

"I'll think of something." Though I had no idea how I'd explain a new haircut and makeup. They knew how much I made at the store.

On the drive, neither of us talked much. Being around Jay Christian had always made me a little tongue-tied, and things hadn't changed. I didn't even really understand why he was doing this for me. Sure, when he and Randy had been friends, Jay had treated me like I was his own younger sister- and a pest- but after nine years, he had no reason to do anything for me. 

We pulled into the driveway of an old, run-down Victorian house. "This is it," Jay said. "Time for Tillie to work her miracles."

We were met at the door by a woman in her thirties. Her hair was died white-blonde and stuck up in spikes all over her head. "So this is your new friend, huh, Jay?" she said.

Jay hugged her and kissed her on the lips. I caught a glimpse of her tongue licking his mouth and swallowed a surge of jealousy. "Tillie, this is Samantha St. Pierre," Jay said. "Sam, this is Tillie Roper. She'll be your consultant today."

Tillie laughed. "Consultant, huh? Well, I've been called worse. Come on in. Jay, got some movies you might be interested in while I work on your sweetheart here."

"I'd rather watch her transformation, actually." Jay hung up his coat. "I want to see every step of what you do to her."

"I won't be able to do much while you're watching." 

"That's why I'm going to watch."

I didn't understand what either of them meant, but I had no problem with Jay staying close while Tillie worked on me. Something about her made me very nervous, and I didn't want to be alone with her.

She led us into a room that contained a sink, a hairdresser's chair, and various other styling paraphernalia. "Have a seat, sweetie," she said to me, gesturing to the chair in front of the sink. "First step is to wash that mop of yours. Then I can see what I have to work with. What am I doing with you, anyway?"

"Making her look like a sexy young woman instead of a little girl," Jay said.

"If I'm doing that, the clothes and glasses have to go too."

"We'll work on that another time. Though if you have a spare outfit lying around that Sam could borrow for the day after her beauty treatment, that would be nice."

"Uh huh." Tillie started the water. "I take it you have plans."

"Oh, I definitely have plans," Jay said.

His voice hit me in the pit of the stomach. What kind of plans? I was suddenly scared, but also excited. This was the second time Jay had called me sexy. Could he really think that about me? 

As Tillie tilted me back in the chair to shampoo my hair, my mind wandered. What if Jay thought I was so beautiful after this that he kissed me? What if he did more than just kiss? Would I let him? Mmm, his arms around me, lips against mine... A tingling began between my legs, and I knew that whatever plans Jay had, I would go along with.

I lost complete track of time while Tillie worked on my hair. When she finally turned me toward a mirror, I didn't recognize the girl who looked back at me. My long, tousled hair had been cut to shoulder length, layered and smoothed to make me look like a woman in a magazine. Without my glasses, my eyes were visible and beautiful. "Do you like what you see?" Tillie asked.

"It's wonderful!" I said.

But she wasn't asking me. Jay stepped beside me and appraised my reflection. "It's perfect. Now makeup."

"I never wear makeup," I said.

"Well, you should start, sweetie," Tillie said. "It'll bring out those gorgeous eyes of yours and make your cheeks less pale. Stay right here; I'll pick out what you need."

"And get that dress you were going to lend her," Jay said.

"Did I say I was going to lend her a dress?"

"No, I did."

Tillie laughed. "You're going to owe me big-time, Jay."

"You know I always pay my debts, Tillie." Jay planted another kiss on her. His hand went to her boob and squeezed it. Again, jealousy surged in me, but I had no right to be jealous. It wasn't like Jay and I were dating or anything.

Tillie left the room and returned with a makeup case and an emerald green halter dress. The kind of dress I'd never worn. The kind my parents would shoot me for wearing. "Here, put it on before I do your makeup," Tillie said, holding the dress out to me. "Otherwise you might smudge."

I took the dress. "Where can I change?"

"Right here," Jay said.

I stared at him. He had to be joking. He looked back at me with no expression on his face. If he was joking, he was hiding it very well. 

"There's nowhere else for you to change," Tillie said. "Don't worry, sweetie. You're among friends here. What do you do when you fuck your boyfriend, undress in the dark?"

"I don't have a boyfriend," I mumbled. "I never have."

"You're a virgin?" Tillie laughed. "Oh, boy, Jay baby, you have your work cut out with this one!"

"Shut up, Tillie." Jay put his hands on my shoulders. "Do what you're comfortable with, Sam. If you don't want to change, don't. I'd love to see you in this dress, but it's fine if you'd rather stick with what you had on."

"I don't know if the dress will even fit me." Though if it did, it would look amazing on me. Green was my best color; I knew that much even if I didn't know anything else about how to dress.

"Only way to find out is try it on," Tillie said. "Go ahead, sweetie. We won't peek, I promise."

I didn't believe her for a second. I'd never changed my clothes in front of anyone; in the girls' locker room at school, I'd always gone into a stall to change. But Tillie's attitude annoyed me. She was making fun of me, acting like I was a little girl. I took the challenge and stripped off my shirt and jeans. "Damn, girl, I didn't think you had it in you!" Jay said.

"Nice body," Tillie said. "I can't believe you haven't gotten any yet, Samantha."

"Boys don't notice me." I pulled the dress over my head. It fit perfectly, except for my bulky bra showing at the top. "What do I do about this?"

"Take off the bra," Tillie said. "You don't need it with that dress. And as for boys not noticing you, maybe that's because you need a man, not a boy."

"That's just what I was thinking." Jay ran his hand down my back and over my ass. I shivered. "See how beautiful you look, Sam?" he said. "Just get rid of that bra and let Tillie do your face, and you'll put any model to shame."

I stood there for a moment, trying to figure out how to take off the bra without Jay and Tillie seeing my boobs. Them seeing me in my bra and panties was one thing, but bare skin? But there didn't seem to be any way to get the bra off without taking off the dress first, so I did. 

Before I could unfasten my bra, Jay did it for me. He slid the straps off my shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor. "Beautiful tits, Sam," he whispered in my ear. "I want to touch them. Can I?"

I froze. Jay wanted to touch me? Here, in front of Tillie? No one had ever touched my boobs; hell, no one had ever seen them before. I wanted to feel Jay's touch, but I didn't dare to say so. What kind of girl would that make me?

"She's too much of a goody two-shoes, Jay," Tillie said. "Look at her. You're scaring the hell out of her."

"I'm not a goody two-shoes," I snapped. "I don't let just anyone put their hands on me, that's all."

"But you'll let me, won't you?" Jay's hands moved up to cover my boobs. "You've grown up so sexy, Sam," he said. "You have the hottest body I've seen in a long time." He caressed my boobs, and I moaned. "Those guys who ignored you don't know what they missed," he said softly. "But that's okay. Just means I get to teach you everything you need to know."

"What do you mean, teach me?" 

His touch gave me the answer I needed, but I wanted to hear him say it. I'd fantasized about a man touching me, kissing me, making love to me, but I'd never imagined how my body would respond to just a simple touch. Well, maybe not so simple. But seeing myself in the mirror with Jay behind me, his hands on me, feeling his touch, made me wet.

"Teach you." Jay kissed my neck. "Sex, Sam. You're a beautiful, sexy woman, and I'm willing to bet your parents have never even let you go on a date. You're eighteen now. Time to grow up. I know you always liked me. Let me be your first."

"He'll be your first for more than you can think of," Tillie added.

"Shut up, Tillie," Jay snapped. "Sam?" He lightly pinched my nipples. "What do you say?"

I wanted to say yes. I wanted to feel his hands all over me. I wanted to find out what sex was really like, after years of hearing other girls gossip about it. But was I really ready? Especially with someone like Jay Christian?

"She won't say yes," Tillie said.

"Yes, I will." Damn it, the woman really rubbed me the wrong way. I turned to face Jay. "Is that what this was all about? The makeover and everything? Because you want to scr- to fuck me?" I used the f-word on purpose, to prove I wasn't as scared and innocent as they thought.

"Because I think you deserve to look beautiful," Jay replied. "And yes, because I want to fuck you. If you'll let me."

"Aw, that's got to be the sweetest proposition I've ever heard out of your mouth, Jay," Tillie said. "Where are the roses?"

Jay let go of me and smacked Tillie's butt. Hard. "I said shut up, Tillie. So help me, if you want what I promised you in return for this, you'd better stop hassling her."

"Ooh, I think Jay's after more than just a fuck." Tillie started sweeping up the hair she'd cut off me. "I guess you don't need the makeup after all, sweetie. Or the dress. From the sound of things, all you need is a bed."


Goody Two-Shoes



"I'm not quite sure that this is a good idea."

The words hung in the air, and each of the two women walking down the hallway interpreted them in an entirely different way. Nicole, who had said them, actually wanted to say, "This is a terrible idea," but Chastity was the sort of friend who had a way of working on your brain and convincing you to do things that, well...let's just say you regretted them when you woke up in the morning on someone else's couch and realized it was twenty minutes before work and you were still wearing last night's clothes and you didn't know where your panties were. For example. (It was a source of deepest irony to all of her friends that Chastity's parents had decided to give her that particular name.)

So twenty-five minutes ago, when Chastity had come up with this plan, it was a terrible idea. And deep down, Nicole was pretty sure it still was. But Chastity had worn down her resistance to the point where she was walking down the hallway with her, getting ready to put this plan into action, and convincing herself that her misgivings were probably nothing...but saying, "I'm not quite sure that this is a good idea," in the hopes that Chastity would suddenly stop dead and say, "You're right! This is a plan that's probably going to blow up in our faces and make someone really miserable! I'm glad I have such a sensible friend!"

Chastity, on the other hand, who had heard them, interpreted them as, "I really want to do this, but I'm the 'sensible' friend, so I have to pretend that I'm reluctant so that you can 'talk me into this'." About which no more need really be said.

"Oh, come on, Nic, it'll be great. You'll love it, I'll love it, and Paula will love it too...eventually. She just needs to get out a bit, is all. Socialize. Remember what you were like when you first met me?"

Nicole nodded and smiled ruefully. "Oh, what happy days those were."

Chastity grinned a grin that probably set off danger signals in Nicole's 'sensible' brain cells, but Chastity knew that a little liquor would anesthetize those little trouble-makers. "Come on," she said. "I'm actually willing to play designated driver for this, which is probably a once in a lifetime occurrence in and of itself, so all you need to do is come with. I'm even buying."

Nicole sighed. "Alright, but don't say I didn't tell you so..." They rounded a corner and came to a cubicle decorated with pictures of cats. A slim young brunette was sitting at her desk, dressed in sensible clothes, gathering up her things and cleaning off her work area for the end of the day. She smiled on seeing the two women approach. "Chastity!" she said. "Thanks so much for giving me a ride home. I don't know what I would have done without you."

*****

"Um..." Paula said hesitantly, her hands folded in her lap, seatbelt securely fastened. She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. "I think you missed my exit, Chastity."

"Well," Chastity said, "I know it sounds kind of silly, but I thought that maybe as long as we were out, we could, you know, maybe stop someplace, have a drink or two...just get to know each other better. I thought it might be fun."

Paula looked out the window, clearly uncomfortable. "I really should be getting home," she said. "It's already close to seven o'clock..."

"Oh, don't worry!" Chastity said hurriedly. "I totally understand. We won't be out late." Nicole, sitting in the back seat, had heard Chastity deliver this speech often enough that she could spot the sinister undertones to it, but Chastity had sworn her to secrecy. "Just a quick drink or two, a little girl talk, and I'll have you home in a jiffy."

Paula shifted position in her seat just a bit. "I, um..." she said. "I don't drink."

"No problem," Chastity said. "You can just have some iced tea."

"It won't be one of those smoky places, will it?" Paula asked. "Only the smell gets into your clothes and it takes days to get out."

Chastity shook her head. "No, no. There's a city ordinance about that now. You won't have to smell any cigarette smoke. The important thing is that you socialize a little. I mean, we've been working in the same building for over a year now, and we barely know the first thing about each other."

Paula blushed a little. "Oh, there's not much to tell, really."

There will be after tonight, Nicole thought as Chastity accelerated down the highway. Really, though, she was beginning to see what Chastity meant. Paula looked as though she'd never had a fun night in her life. Not that she was prissy or anything, she didn't have a stick up her ass. (Not like Marilyn, from Human Resources, who still gave Chastity dirty looks over the office Christmas party three years ago.)

No, Paula was polite and friendly and very, very quiet. When everyone else talked about their Saturday night on Monday morning, she just listened and smiled. Whenever anyone invited her out for drinks, she just apologized (really sincerely, too, none of that "I have to wash my hair" bullshit) and said she needed to get home. Maybe Chastity was right. Maybe Paula really did need to get out and have a little fun, and maybe it was going to take something like being "kidnapped" while her car was in the shop to loosen the poor girl up a little. A night at the bar wouldn't be so bad.

Chastity exited the freeway, and Nicole felt that familiar sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that Chastity tended to induce as she realized exactly where they were headed. Oh, she wasn't...

She was. They pulled into a parking lot that was already half full, and Nicole looked up at the sign above the door with a sensation of mounting dread. 'Hunks--A Club For Women'. Chastity had left this bit out in her description of the night's agenda. Dear God. Nicole understood that Chastity wanted to corrupt Paula, even supported the idea, but did she really have to try to go the entire distance in one night? Any second now, she thought as they got out of the car, Paula was going to pull out her cell phone and call for a taxi.

She didn't. She looked down at her watch a few times, and finally said to Chastity, "You're sure we won't be staying long? Only I really do need to get home..."

Chastity looked her square in the eyes with an expression of pure, sincere goodwill. "Trust me," she said. "Just a few drinks, and then home."

They went inside. Nicole waited for the explosion, the "Oh, my God, you said we were just going to a bar!", perhaps even a scream as Paula saw the three stages ("Three stages, all action all the time!") and the men wearing nothing but bikini briefs on said stages...but nothing. Paula just looked around with that same polite smile she had when she listened to other people talk about their Saturday nights.

"Well?" Chastity said over the music, gesturing at the gyrating men. "What do you think?"

"It's a bit loud," Paula said, trying to raise her own voice up over '7 Boom Medley'. "Might make it a bit difficult to talk."

Nicole almost giggled. Chastity had her work cut out for her tonight. Girl goes to the first strip club of her life, and her response? 'Could you tone down the music, I'm trying to have a conversation, here!' Only more polite.

"You'll get used to it!" Chastity shouted as they weaved through the growing crowd. She found them a seat up near the stage, and said, "I'll go get the drinks! You two watch our seats!"

A suspicious impulse made Nicole say, "Actually, I'll come and help you carry. Will you be alright on your own for a moment, Paula?"

"Oh, sure," Paula said, reaching into her purse. "I have my sudoku." Nicole stifled another giggle as they headed to the bar.

Sure enough, all of Nicole's suspicions were confirmed when they walked up to the bartender. "Hi, I'll need a Long Island Iced Tea, a Manhattan for the lady next to me, and a diet cola, whatever brand you serve."

Nicole frowned as the bartender walked down to the other end of the bar and began mixing. "I can't help but notice that there are two alcoholic drinks in that order," she said. "Which means that either you're planning to give your keys to Paula at the end of the night, or..."

"Or?" Chastity's eyes sparked with mischief.

"Or you're about to do something fairly mean." There. She'd said it, it was out in the open, and she couldn't take it back. She'd actually called Chastity on one of her crazy bullshit stunts instead of going along with it like she always did because Chastity just had a way of making it seem like a good idea at the time. Because the time was now, and this didn't seem like a good idea.

"Mean? What's so mean about buying someone a drink?" Chastity was trying to keep that light, innocent, 'Who, me?' tone in her voice, but Nicole could hear the underlying defensiveness.

"Paula doesn't drink," Nicole said reproachfully. "You heard her."

Chastity made a dismissive gesture. "Everybody says that, Nic. She just doesn't feel like she can open up enough yet to admit some of her...bad habits, is all. She doesn't want us to think less of her. Trust me, she'll be fine with a few inside her."

Nicole shook her head. It wasn't going to be that easy this time. "And what if she doesn't drink because she's a recovering alcoholic, or for health reasons? No, Chas. Dragging her to a strip club is one thing, but spiking her drinks, that's dirty pool. Just order an extra soda, and I'll make sure the Long Island doesn't go to waste."

Chastity put a friendly hand on her shoulder. "Come on, Nic, listen to yourself. 'She's a recovering alcoholic'? Look at the girl. Seriously, take a good look at her." Nicole's eyes flashed over to the young woman at the table, holding a pencil and staring at a tablet of paper with a look of absent concentration while a nearly-naked man gyrated less than six feet away from her. "You know as well as I do that Paula's never had a drink in her life." Nicole opened her mouth to ask how that squared with Chastity's 'everybody drinks' spiel of thirty seconds ago, but Chastity kept going, steamrollering right over her objection before it could begin.

"She's never done anything fun. Ever. So yes, I want her to have a few drinks, maybe even more than a few, and get a little drunk for the first time in her life and do something just a little stupid with some guy. No harm's going to come out of that. You're going to be watching her. I'm going to be watching her, and I'm perfectly sober. We're going to take care of her and make sure that her first, and quite possibly only night of wild hedonism turns out to be a good experience. And if I wind up having to apologize a little to her tomorrow, I swear I will. But you know I won't let anything bad happen to her, right?"

"I..." Chastity gave her the puppy-dog eyes. "Well, I know you don't want anything bad to happen to her..."

"And I promise you that I am fully in control of the situation." The bartender returned with the drinks. "So is this cool? Are you just going to drink your drink and let her drink hers and let me worry about you two for the rest of the night?"

Nicole sighed. This was definitely a mistake. "All right," she said.

"Great." Chastity scooped up two drinks, letting Nicole carry her own Manhattan. "You won't regret this."

Me, I'm not worried about, Nicole thought. But you might regret this...and Paula almost certainly will.

Paula looked up as they returned to the table. "One iced tea as ordered," Chastity said brightly, handing the drink to Paula.

"Oh, they're big here!" Paula said loudly. Nicole paused for a moment mid-sip, trying desperately not to do a spit-take. Nobody could be so innocent that they said that by accident, could they? But Paula just took her drink and set it down in front of her. If she was kidding, she had a great line in deadpan humor going.

"Yeah," Chastity said. "This place is known for their iced tea, they do this special herbal stuff. It's really good."

Paula took a long swallow. "You're right," she said after a moment. "It's, um, different, but...good."

Nicole took another drink. She felt like the first mate on the Titanic.

*****

At first, though, it didn't go so bad. Paula turned out to be a witty conversationalist; she was careful not to actually badmouth anyone, but she did do a brisk trade in discussing the foibles of some of their co-workers and clients. Pretty soon, the three of them were laughing and giggling, and a second Long Island Iced Tea probably didn't hurt the atmosphere any.

They chatted about bosses, current and former; boyfriends, current, former, and very former (Paula didn't have much to add to that conversation, but she made a very appreciative audience); about the new crop of TV shows and the movies that they'd all missed, because a night at the movies had gotten so expensive. That led to good-natured grumbling about raises and performance reviews, which led in turn to complaints about Human Resources--Chastity worked in HR, but was the loudest and most vocal in complaining about her own department.

By the fourth Long Island Iced Tea, though, Paula was back to looking at her watch. "Oh, is that the time?" she said, her words just ever so slightly slurred. "I didn't realize it was getting so late. I really have to get home."

Chastity patted her on the shoulder. "Why don't we let Nicole finish her drink first? She probably won't take long. I'll go get you another iced tea to drink while we wait." Nicole knew that was her cue to drink slowly. It really was shameful the way they'd gotten so good at this sort of thing, she mused idly as she took the world's tiniest sip of her second Manhattan.

"Alright," Paula said, rubbing her forehead, "but I really can't be out late. I know it's Friday night and all, but..." she trailed off vaguely, looking into the bottom of her iced tea with an expression that Nicole knew all too well, one that meant, 'When the hell did I finish this?'

After a few drinks of her fifth iced tea, she set the glass down, blinking slowly and glassily. "I, um...I feel kind of funny," she said. "There wasn't anything in that one, was there?"

Nicole could almost recite this next bit word for word along with Chastity, as her friend said, "You know, they might have accidentally given me a Long Island Iced Tea that time. Tell you what, you give it to Nicole to finish and I'll go get you another one."

Paula slid the drink over to Nicole, managing not to tip it over in the process (which Nicole considered rather impressive at this point, given that Paula had no tolerance, not much body mass, hadn't eaten anything in hours and had been sucking down gin, tequila, vodka and rum like they were real tea.) Chastity got up and headed back towards the bar, and Nicole knew that when Paula next talked about going home, Chastity would mention how Nicole hadn't finished that Long Island Iced Tea quite yet...evil. The girl was evil.

Paula put her head between her hands for a long moment, and Nicole put her hand on Paula's arm. "Hey," she said, "you okay?" Suddenly, all the worries that had been simmering gently under the surface since she'd originally agreed to go on this little girls' night out boiled up to the surface, as Paula looked up at her with an expression of confusion and misery on her face.

"I'm sorry," she said with guilt-inducing politeness, "I'm sure I'm not being very good company. I just, I feel dizzy and my stomach hurts and I really, really should be getting home..."

Just then, Chastity sat back down with another tea. Nicole tried to send little signals with her eyebrows that enough was enough, but while she was trying to engage Chastity's attention, Paula was taking another swig of her drink.

"Better?" Chastity asked, a sly wink in her voice.

"I, um...can we please go now?" Paula said. "I'm afraid I don't feel very well."

"Oh, I've got just the thing for that!" Chastity said. "I was talking with one of the guys behind the bar, and I asked him how they felt about private performances here." Oh, no, Nicole thought. Oh, she didn't. She couldn't have-- "And he said that he could arrange one. And I thought, well, you've never been to a place like this before, and really, how could I let you leave without having the full experience?"

Nicole was now making frantic little gestures to Chastity, but the other girl was having none of it. "So I talked to him, and he talked to Georgio, and Georgio remembered seeing you in the crowd, and..."

And sure enough, just when Nicole thought things couldn't get any worse, there was Georgio walking down the stage towards them wearing just a pair of Speedos and a set of swim goggles dangling around his neck. He looked like he'd just stepped out of the shower, and the way his swimsuit clung to his body made Nicole wonder why her friend hadn't treated her to the lapdance instead.

Because Paula looked anything but appreciative. When Georgio hopped lightly off the stage next to their table and swung Paula's chair out away from the table with her still in it, she looked more like she was about to be seriously ill than like she was aroused by his sensuous muscles.

Georgio acted like she was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, though. He said, "Hello, beautiful girl," in an Italian accent so thick you could spread it on foccacia bread, and carefully stepped so that his feet were on either side of the chair. He practically towered over Paula's tiny form.

"Just relax and enjoy, Paula," Chastity said. "You're not allowed to touch, but you can look as close as you want." Chastity couldn't see Paula's face, it being blocked by Georgio's truly spectacular ass, but Nicole was at an angle where she could see both Georgio's butt and Paula's face, and Paula looked anything but relaxed and joyful. Paula looked like she was about to cry.

"Georgio likes it when you look, beautiful girl." He flexed his pecs at Paula, slowly thrusting his hips back and forth. It all looked pretty good from where Nicole was sitting, but Paula just looked up at him, overwhelmed.

Nicole grabbed Chastity's wrist and dragged her close. "OK," she whispered tightly, "fun's over. Enough's enough, time to go."

"Are you kidding?" Chastity said, her eyes more on Georgio than on Nicole. "We bought a fifteen-minute performance! And afterwards, I was thinking maybe--"

"She is not into it," Nicole hissed. "She is not into the drinking, she is not into the dancing, she is miserable and she wants to go home. I can tell, you'd be able to tell if you were paying any attention, and why I ever let you talk me into this I have no idea."

"Oh, come on," Chastity said, getting a little defensive. "She's fine. You're just being--"

Nicole never found out what she was just being, because at that moment, Paula shoved Georgio backwards as hard as she could and ran for the exit, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I have to go," she said as she left, her words Dopplering behind her to sit like poison in Nicole's gut.

"What the hell?" Georgio said in a voice that sounded more SoCal than Sicily. "What's her deal?"

Nicole stood up. "Sorry, she just had a bit too much to drink, she probably thought it was nicer to run out of the room than throw up on you. Chas, take care of the bill. It is time to go." She headed out after Paula.

She found her by the car, squatting down with her head between her knees. When she heard Nicole's approach, she looked up, and Nicole was reminded of nothing so much as a half-drowned kitten. "I...I'm really sorry," she said, and that just turned the poison into acid.

"No, it was our fault." Chastity's fault. OK, Nicole could have probably stopped her, but maybe not, and it was better to go along with it and try to rein in Chastity's crazier ideas than to throw a fit and leave Paula to her tender mercies all alone, right? The justification didn't make Nicole feel a whole lot better. "We should have listened to you when you said you wanted to go straight home from work. Please, don't feel bad."




Goody Two-Shoes



Paula tried to get to her feet, but instead decided to stick her head between her knees again for a long moment and breathe deeply. "I...I mean, it's not that I don't like you, I just...I'm sorry, I don't do a lot outside of work. It's nothing against you, I just..." She trailed back off again.

Seeing Chastity come out, Nicole helped Paula to her feet. "It's OK," she said. "Come on, we're taking you home now."

"Oh, thank you," Paula said, looking pathetically grateful.

The car ride passed in frosty silence, made even worse by the fact that coming back from the strip club meant that Nicole was now closer to drop off than Paula was. When they pulled up outside of her apartment, Nicole got out on the driver's side, and tapped on the window to indicate that she wanted to say something. Chastity rolled down the window.

"Take her straight home," Nicole said without prelude, "and make sure she's all right before you leave. Or I will find out on Monday morning, and I will rip your small intestine out and festively decorate my cubicle with it. Okay?"

Chastity looked sulky, but nodded. She rolled up the window and drove away. Nicole watched them leave. That was definitely the worst part, she thought. She wouldn't find out if everything went alright until Monday morning. Nicole hated not knowing what happened next.

*****

But Chastity knew what happened next.

She drove Paula home in awkward silence--a little less chilly now that Nicole was out of the car, but still not fun. Paula just sat there, her eyes all glazed from the liquor, and Chastity was pretty sure she was trying real hard not to hurl all over the inside of Chastity's car.

Chastity was glad it wasn't much further to Paula's place. She pulled into the parking lot of Paula's apartment complex, and went around the car to help Paula out. "Come on," she said. "Let's get you upstairs."

Paula shook her head, her eyes still a little watery. "Oh, you don't have to...I, um, I can make it from here, I'll be fine."

Chastity gave her a little sheepish smile. "You heard Nicole," she said. "I don't want to give that girl any excuse to rip my guts out." She wasn't worried about Nicole, though. They'd make up Monday morning, and by Monday night, they'd be ready to hit the bars again together. Probably wouldn't bring Paula along, though. Poor girl wasn't ready for anything this exciting, not just yet. At least they hadn't taken her on 'Sin Night'. If Paula freaked out that bad at naked guys, she didn't even want to think how she'd feel about S&M-themed outfits.

When they got to Paula's apartment, Paula pulled out her keys, unlocked the door, and raced to the bedroom as soon as she got inside without even bothering to close the door all the way. She went into her room, shoving that door mostly closed as well. Bemused, Chastity followed her in. She had, after all, promised to make sure she was all right.

As she approached the bedroom, she heard Paula speaking. "Paula?" Chastity said softly. "You okay in there?"

"...forgive this unworthy slut, Mistress," was all Chastity heard in reply. "i tried to tell them i needed to return home, but i, i couldn't tell them about You, this slut knows that her duty is to keep her Mistress' secrets, please, please, please forgive me..."

Chastity's eyes widened. The fuck? she thought. What was all this shit? Then she heard the other voice.

"It's alright, slut," a woman said, in a sweet, melodious voice. "Mistress understands, Mistress forgives. your duties tonight were not urgent, and you had warned Me that you might be delayed by your car problems. Tell Mistress everything, slut."

"Oh, thank You, Mistress!" Paula said as Chastity crept closer to the door. She didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything, but this was...this was seriously weird. That was definitely Paula talking, little goody two-shoes Paula calling herself a slut and sounding like she was having the best sex of her life just from saying 'thank you'. Chastity leaned up against the wall and listened.

"And they gave me iced tea, but i think...i think there might have been a little alcohol in it, and then they tried to have a man touch me, but i remembered Your mantras. Women's flesh is the only pleasure, women's touch is the only joy, women's form is the only beauty, this woman's mind is Mistress' toy."

"Very good, slut!" Chastity was really beginning to wonder who the other woman was. Paula had never mentioned being gay. Chastity understood not mentioning the kinky S&M lifestyle, but she was kind of annoyed that Paula must have thought Chastity couldn't handle finding out that she was a lesbian. "Let the mantras continue in the back of your mind, softening it into obedience, and tell me what happened next."

"Yes, Mistress. The man kept trying to touch me, and i felt ill from his closeness and from the drinks and from knowing i was disobeying by not coming straight home as commanded." So that was why she kept freaking out about the time, Chastity realized. "i ran out of the building and begged them to take me home."

"Yes, slut, because you like to beg, don't you?" Chastity was going nuts wondering what the other woman looked like, what she...well, not what she might be wearing or anything, Chastity wasn't gay, but just wondering about her. She tried to ease the door open just a crack so she could see.

"Yes, Mistress," Paula said. Chastity could see her now through the crack. "This slut loves to beg to be controlled, to be conditioned, and i understand that Your conditioning only deepens when i beg and i beg to be conditioned deeper." She'd stripped naked, and was attaching...some sort of weird harness onto her tits. It had these things that looked like big nipple clips, and Paula was adjusting them to make sure they fit right. Paula didn't look bad, Chastity had to admit. Definitely a hottie under the dowdy clothes.

'...the only beauty...'

Whoa. That was weird. Like remembering just a little bit of a song, but you couldn't get that little bit out of your head or remember where it came from. Something about beauty, though. It'd come to her.

"That's right, slut. Tell Mistress what happened next." Chastity still couldn't see the owner of that mesmerizing voice. She held her breath, and risked pushing the door open just a little further.

"Then they took me home, and i made sure to come straight in and worship at Your Altar." Paula was putting on a pair of panties, now, and Chastity could see that they had some sort of weird bulges in them. The way Paula was wriggling around in them, it was pretty clear that the bulges just kind of fit into Paula's holes. Damn. That was actually kind of hot. Definitely the only pleasure.

"And the girls? What happened to them?" That Mistress chick was talking about her and Nicole. Something about the way she sounded when she singled them out for attention made Chastity feel...special, in a weird way. Cherished. It was kind of silly, she was probably really only asking out of idle curiosity, but Chastity felt sure that if she ever met this Mistress, they'd probably get along really well. She pushed the door open a bit more, trying to spot her.

"we dropped Nicole off at her apartment," Paula said, a new tremor of pleasure in her voice now, "and i left Chastity outside the apartment."

"Maybe you should see if she's still out there, slut," 'Mistress' said. "you can introduce Me to her." That sounded really nice to Chastity. Really nice. Chastity's hand drifted down between her legs, rubbing herself through her jeans, just thinking about what 'Mistress' must be like and realizing distantly that her own touch felt so much better than the boys she'd dated, that a woman's touch really was the only joy...

When Paula opened the door, it caught Chastity totally by surprise. "Um..." She was uncomfortably aware that her pants were clinging to her thighs and crotch, and that she was looking up at Paula's body (women's form is the only beauty) with just a little trickle of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth. "Hi?"

Then Chastity heard that voice from behind her, and her pussy suddenly went from a little damp and slick to soupy and hot. "Hello, my dear," it said. "I'm so glad you could join us. Come in."

When Chastity stepped into the bedroom, she was a little confused. There wasn't actually a bed. There was a pillow and a blanket on the floor in the corner, and a desk on the far wall, but the only other piece of furniture in the room was this big black thing that looked sort of like an entertainment center crossed with an exercise machine. There was a screen on it, and on the screen...

"So you must be chastity!" Mistress' voice said over the speakers, as her image on the screen smiled. "Please, call me Mistress. I'm sorry I can't join you in person, but as I'm sure slut paula will explain, this is the next best thing to being there."

It was weird. The screen was really high quality, but Chastity couldn't quite make out what Mistress looked like. She was unquestionably beautiful, because women's form was the only beauty, but every time Chastity looked at the screen to try to figure out the details of Mistress' appearance, it all just seemed to slide away into this wriggling pattern that felt like it was actually inside her eyeballs.

"Um, hi..." Chastity said, feeling a little confused. "You're, um, Paula's girlfriend?"

"Yes," Mistress said, a wonderful lilt of laughter in her melodic tones, "but I prefer the term 'owner'. We're in a committed relationship. she does anything I ask of her, and i give her pleasure in return. You understand."

"Women's flesh is the only pleasure," Chastity said, nodding. Wait, that really didn't make any...any sense...

"Exactly!" Mistress exclaimed in response, and Chastity's confusion went away a little. Obviously, Mistress had thought it was the right response, and this woman's mind was Mistress' toy. "She's been helping Me out at your company for the last year or so, embezzling funds and doing her part to loot its assets."

Chastity looked over at the other girl in confusion. "paula?" she said. "Little meek quiet paula?"

"Well, of course," Mistress said. "Most good criminals don't draw attention to themselves, and My girl is a good little criminal, a hot little slut who longs to please her sexy Mistress, isn't that right, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," paula said, and Chastity was surprised to find herself biting her tongue to avoid joining in.

"But..." Chastity wondered for a moment if she'd accidentally managed to drink a few rum-and-cokes over the course of the night. She felt light-headed and tingly and her mind felt all...soft... "But what did You bring me in here for?"

"Well, slut paula has mentioned you on occasion, and I have to admit, having possession of someone in Human Resources would be quite useful. Financial assets aren't the only assets I want." Mistress smiled. chastity wasn't quite sure how she knew, because everything seemed so fuzzy now, like her eyes were half-way shut, but she did. "I wasn't about to have slut paula risk detection to get you here, but if you're right outside the bedroom door, well...I consider you a target of opportunity. slut paula? I want her naked now."

paula nodded, and reached around in front of chastity to unbuckle her belt. Some part of chastity tried to tell her that she could stop the other girl, that she could walk out of the room and go down to her car and just leave, but she kept feeling paula's warm flesh against her own, and women's flesh was the only pleasure.

And if she left, she wouldn't hear Mistress' voice anymore, wouldn't see Mistress' face. chastity couldn't bear that. Even the moment where her shirt came up over her head and blocked her view of the screen felt far too long for chastity's tastes.

"Very pretty," Mistress said, and chastity felt a hot thrill gush through her cunt. "slut paula didn't exaggerate your attractiveness."

"Women's form is the only beauty," paula responded, and chastity knew that even though she only vocalized a bit of it, the mantra was still going inside paula's head, never stopping. Just like it was in her head, chastity realized in a rush of bliss.

"It's a good thing I had you put on the outfit, eh, slut?" Mistress said. chastity heard a tiny buzzing noise from paula's bra and panties, and saw paula arch her back in pleasure.

"Yes, Mistress!" paula said. "Although i always long to worship at Your Altar, i understand that sometimes i must perform slaveduties around the household, and that the cyber-dildonic outfit allows You direct control of my pleasure wherever i am in the apartment." she sounded like she was reciting more mantras, repeating deeply held conditioning, and that got chastity so hot. she wished she could be deeply conditioned like paula. Maybe if she begged Mistress...

"I think it's time to really get into chastity's head now," Mistress said. "Bring her over to the Altar, slut."

paula took chastity by the hand and led her, unresisting and docile, towards the entertainment center/exercise machine/thing. she sat chastity down in the chair in the center of it all. It was perfectly contoured, hugging her body where she sat in an almost obscene fashion. "This is the Altar," paula said. "This is where you will worship Her."

"i..." chastity wasn't quite sure what was going on. Something seemed strange about the whole thing. A few minutes ago, she'd been thinking how weird all this was, and now it all just seemed so...so natural. So right. So perfect.

They'd done something to her, she realized. That voice had done something to her mind. The image on the screen made her pliant and horny and suggestible. she had to fight it, had to--she suddenly realized that while she'd been trying to figure out what was going on, paula had strapped her tightly into the chair, and was busily attaching clips and devices and meters and electrodes and little buzzing things to just about every part of her body.

"Soon, you will learn how to do this yourself," paula said. "It's easier without the straps. i'm only putting those on you because it's your first time. you won't fight Mistress ever again after this."

"i..." chastity realized that she'd never even finished the first sentence that she'd started, and she tried to remember what she was going to say this time, but just then, Mistress activated the Altar, and everything went away.

The screen became a thousand times more compelling, the image of Mistress fascinating beyond measure. chastity was aware that this was no longer 'live', but she understood perfectly. Mistress was programming her now, and she wanted that so much. Mistress would return to instruct her after the program completed.

chastity just felt her will melt away as Mistress spoke. Every instruction was accompanied by a buzz of pleasure, a tingle of sensation. Devices stimulated her breasts, tickled her toes and the soles of her feet, and the chair itself stroked her back and vibrated against her clit and her ass and just immersed her in a warm, wet world of pleasure as Mistress conditioned her so deeply, so perfectly. Sometimes, she was required to speak, and she did so easily and effortlessly when prompted.

From time to time, she felt slut paula come up to her and pour water into her mouth, but chastity had no idea how far apart the intervals were. Time had lost all meaning in the haze of obedience. Occasionally, her bladder would fill to bursting, then release, but the Altar was designed to get rid of her bodily wastes as well. She could stay in it for as long as Mistress wanted, feeling nothing but pleasure, letting all her programming sink in as she came and came and came...

Finally, after a timeless time, Mistress let her awaken. "Do you understand, slut?" Mistress said, now 'live' once more. "Do you understand everything Mistress requires of you?"

"Oh, yes," chastity said, "Yes, Mistress. Thank You for letting this unworthy slut serve You."

"Good girl," Mistress said. "Time for you to get home and get to sleep. you've got a busy day at work tomorrow, slut."

"Yes, Mistress," chastity responded, and the words felt perfect in her mouth.

*****

"You're staying home tonight?" Nicole said in stunned amazement. "You? Chastity? Miss 'One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor'?"

Chastity shrugged. "I've got some home electronics being delivered, and I don't want to miss it. Besides, I think I might have been hitting the parties a little bit too hard this weekend. Might be time to live the quiet life for a while."

That certainly explained why Nicole couldn't get a hold of Chastity on Saturday or Sunday night. "Well, I'll admit I never thought I'd see the day," she said. "But it's OK. I'm sure I can find something to do."

"Actually," Chastity said, "I was hoping you could come over and help give the new entertainment center a workout." She gave Nicole her best puppy-dog eyes. "Please? It'll be fun, I promise."

Nicole rolled her eyes, but she knew she'd be giving in. Chastity just always seemed to have a way of getting Nicole to go along with her. At least this sounded nice and sedate. A quiet night at home, Nicole said, quieting the misgivings that came from a lifetime of finding out the hard way just how rarely Chastity's 'plans' went together with the words 'quiet night'. After all, what could go wrong?

THE END



Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 02



A week had gone by and I hadn't heard from Jay. When he'd dropped me off after taking my virginity, he'd promised to be in touch, but so far, nothing. Had he meant any of the things he'd said? Had it really meant anything at all to him that he'd been my first?

Probably not. He had plenty of women to fuck; he'd admitted that to me. And none of them were scared, geeky little virgins who'd never even French kissed a guy before. Jay had been my first kiss, my first oral sex, and my first fuck, all in the same night. I'd been crushing on him since I was nine; now that I was eighteen, I thought I was finally getting what I'd always wanted. Evidently I'd been kidding myself.

I went through the days in my usual way, college classes, working, and coming home to be treated like a child by my parents. They didn't seem to grasp the concept of eighteen being an adult, though they'd certainly had no problem with it when my older brother Randy had hit eighteen. He was a boy, though, which apparently made all the difference.

Randy picked me up after work every day; my parents hadn't let me get my driver's license yet, though that was one thing I was saving for. About a week after my day with Jay, Randy asked me, "Why are you so mopey lately? You act like your best friend's goldfish just died."

"I'm not mopey. I've just been thinking," I replied. Thinking about Jay and wondering if I'd made huge mistake by letting him fuck me, but I didn't want to say that to Randy. He and Jay had a history; they'd been best friends until a fight over a girl in high school had split them. Randy had warned me to stay away from Jay, and I'd ignored him. Now I had to wonder if he'd been right.

"Thinking about who?" Randy asked.

"Don't you mean about what?"

"Nope. I know that look. You're thinking about a guy. Who is it, someone in one of your classes?"

Randy was eight years older than me, and had always been there to listen through my junior high and high school struggles. Not that I'd ever talked to him about guys then; I'd never had a boyfriend, hadn't even been out on anything I'd have considered a date until Jay. But talking to Randy always made me feel better. I was tempted to tell him the truth, but I knew how he'd respond if he found out I'd been with Jay. "No, someone I met at work," I replied.

"Have you had a date with him? No, you must not have; Mom and Dad haven't said anything about you going on any dates, and they probably wouldn't have let you go anyway."

"All of you need to stop thinking I'm twelve or something," I snapped. "I'm eighteen. You moved into your own apartment when you were eighteen. I don't even have to live with Mom and Dad anymore if I don't want to, and I certainly don't need their permission to work or date or get my license or anything."

"That's true, you don't." Randy was quiet for a moment. "We do kind of treat you like a kid, don't we?"

"Not just kind of. You all treat me completely like a kid. Mom and Dad act like I'm still in junior high instead of college; they made me stay home instead of moving into a dorm. I feel like none of you trust me to take care of myself and do what's right, and that's a shitty feeling to get from my own family. I've never had a boyfriend, and at this rate I never will, because half the time I can't even leave the house. You're no better than Mom and Dad."

"I don't tell you not to go out on dates or anything."

"No, but like that stuff about Jay Christian a few days ago. You threatened to tell Mom and Dad about the store being robbed if I didn't promise not to see Jay again. It's none of your business who I see. If it's a mistake to date someone, I'll figure it out."

"I'm just trying to help you, Sam. Jay isn't a good person. It's as simple as that. I don't want to see you hurt."

"But shouldn't I have the chance to be hurt? You and our parents can't keep me wrapped in cotton balls all my life."

"Good point. But try to be unwrapped with someone other than Jay." Randy laughed. "That totally didn't come out right. Sorry, sis."

"It's okay."

"So tell me more about this guy you've been thinking about. How old is he?"

"I don't want to talk about him."

"Sam, come on. I didn't mean to tick you off."

"I don't want to talk about him," I repeated. I didn't. Why would I talk to Randy about Jay? No matter what I said, he was determined to believe that Jay was a bad person. I didn't feel like dealing with his reaction if he knew how badly I'd fallen for Jay. Or what I'd let Jay do to me.

Randy often came into the house to talk to Mom and Dad when he dropped me off, but today he didn't bother. Maybe he'd gotten the clue that I didn't want to listen to anyone, and if he'd come in, it would have been a big family conference, just like it always was. And it would have ended up focused on me, just like it always did. I was far from in the mood for that.

I went inside and after a few minutes of small talk with my parents, went to my room to do homework. I had a computer in my room; it was one of the few contacts my parents allowed me with the outside world. Well, okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but I was the only eighteen-year-old I knew who didn't have a cell phone and never got calls at home from anyone. I'd only been given the computer because Randy had backed up my claim that I needed it for schoolwork.

Of course, school wasn't the only thing I used it for. I had an email account and instant messenger; I even received instant messages once in a while, usually from strangers who'd seen my profile on the email site. It wasn't much of an outside contact, but it was better than nothing. And surfing the Internet gave me a way to find out more about the world that my parents seemed bound and determined to guard me from till I died.

I turned on the computer and sat on my bed to start the reading I had to do for my literature class. After a few seconds, I heard the tone that alerted me to a new email. Someone had emailed me? I went over to my desk and opened my email account. The sender's name was jay26789. Pretty obvious who it was from; at least, I hoped I was right. I opened it and read:

"Hey, sexy, been thinking about you. Sorry I haven't been in touch; you know how things can get. You haven't been out of my mind, though. Hope you've had good thoughts of our date. I'd like to get together again this weekend. Drop a line back if you're interested. Jay."

I clicked reply and typed, "I'm interested. When and where, and how did you get my email?"

I sent it and went back to my lit book, not expecting an immediate reply. But it was only a few minutes before I heard the email tone again. The new mail said, "Meet me at the library again. Same time as before. Plan on seeing Tillie; maybe you'll get your clothes back. And plan on a few new things. As for the email, I have ways. Catch you later. Jay."

I didn't answer this one; it didn't seem to need an answer. But instead of starting to read again, I lay on my bed and pictured the last date I'd had with Jay. Undressing in front of him and his friend Tillie had made me wet, and the memory of it had the same effect. So did the memory of Jay groping me in front of Tillie. Then when Jay'd gotten me back to his place... the fingering, the oral sex, and finally the fucking... Damn, just thinking about it made me so horny I couldn't help myself. 

I unzipped my jeans and shoved my hand inside, finding my clit with one finger. Until Jay had shown me, I hadn't even known where my clit was, dumb as that sounded. But now I rubbed it harder and harder with my finger as images of Jay ran through my mind. What would we do this weekend? The possibilities were endless, even though I didn't really know what those possibilities might be. I didn't have enough experience to imagine all the things Jay and I could do, but I knew I wanted him to do anything and everything to me.

As I thought about what Jay had already done to me and daydreamed about what he could do, my finger moved faster on my clit. Finally I felt myself contract as I came, and bit back Jay's name before I could cry it out. 

* * *

Sunday morning I woke up early. I'd worked late the night before to ensure that I'd have Sunday off, and I was completely exhausted, but I didn't care. I was too excited about seeing Jay to sleep any later.

When my parents got up, they were surprised to see me. I usually slept in on Sundays. "What are your plans for the day, Samantha?" my mother asked. She refused to call me "Sam" like everyone else did; she said it didn't sound right.

"I'm going to the library later," I replied. "Doing some research." Well, it wasn't exactly a lie. I'd be meeting Jay at the library, and with him I'd be researching sex. 

"How long will you be gone?" Dad asked.

"I don't know. Most of the day, probably."

"I didn't think the library was open that late on Sundays," Mom said.

"A friend of mine said they might met me there and we might go somewhere else for a little while."

"Who's the friend and where are you going?" Dad wanted to know.

"The friend is someone I know, and we're going wherever we end up," I said, exasperated. "Honestly, I'm eighteen. You don't need to know every move I make every day of my life."

"You live in this house, and that means you still answer to us," Mom told me.

"Then let me move out. Randy moved out at my age. I live in this house because you guys wouldn't let me move to the dorms. I'm an adult now; let me be one, please."

"You aren't old enough to live on your own," Dad said. "We agreed you couldn't handle living in a dorm right now. Randy moved out at eighteen because he didn't go to college; he got a job and earned his own way."

"I have a job," I pointed out.

"One that isn't safe," Mom said. "We know about the attempted robbery a couple weeks ago. I can't imagine why you didn't tell us! Or why you're still working there."

"I didn't tell you because I knew you'd tell me to quit the job, and I'm still working there because I like the job, and I'm keeping it. I'm saving up for some things. After this conversation, one of those things is probably going to be a place to live. If living here means I have to do whatever you say and tell you every detail about my personal life, I'd rather not live here."

"You have no idea what it's like to be on your own," Dad said. "You're too young. You wouldn't even know how to pay your bills."

"And you're our little girl," Mom added. "We're supposed to look after you."

I gestured at the low-cut top I'd chosen to wear for Jay, and the tight jeans that made my ass look amazing even though I could barely sit down in them. "Does this look like a little girl to you? As for not knowing how to live on my own, all through high school Randy was learning that stuff. You taught him. So how come you never taught me? Are you expecting me to live here for the rest of my life? Or just until I find a hubby to 'take care' of me?"

"It's different for girls," Dad said. "Something could happen to you if you were living on your own. Someone could- could do something to you."

"Or I could be an adult and be smart enough to take the same precautions Randy takes at his apartment, like locking doors and living in a secure building. Anyway, I'm not moving out today, obviously. But I am going out later, I don't know what time I'll be back, and other than the library, I don't know or care where I'm going."

"You're being disrespectful," Mom said. "We could ground you."

"I'd go out anyway. Please just let me be an adult. It's not like I'm disappearing without a word to you guys. I've told you I'm going out, and I've told you where I'm going to start with. I'll be home by tonight. But I shouldn't have to tell you everything."

"Is it a boy?" Dad demanded. "Is that what this is about?"

"It might be. It might not be." I stood and stretched. "I might just leave now and have breakfast somewhere. I really don't think I should have to sit through an interrogation just to go see a friend on a Sunday."

"If your friend's the reason you're acting like this, he or she is a bad influence," Mom said.

"No, I'm influencing myself. I had less freedom during my senior year of high school than most of my friends had in ninth grade, for crying out loud! Why can't you guys let me be an adult now that I'm eighteen? I don't ask for much; I'm not going to run wild and party all night every night. I do my schoolwork, I do my job, and I've always been responsible when you've let me have any responsibility. So let me have more responsibility. You asked how I'd manage if I lived on my own. How am I supposed to know how to be an adult if you try to keep me a child for the rest of my life?"

"We aren't keeping you a child," Dad said.

It was like talking to a brick wall, though at least a brick wall wouldn't have talked back. This was ridiculous. My parents were bound and determined not to hear a word I was saying; clearly I was wasting my breath. I just shouldn't bother, though the stubborn part of me wanted them to see my point. They didn't have to agree with me, but they could at least listen to me. Since they weren't, I decided to give up talking.

I went into the back hallway and got my windbreaker. It was still early enough to be a little cold outside. The problem with leaving this early was that the library didn't open till eleven, and I wouldn't be meeting Jay till afternoon. But I was sure I could find something to do, somewhere to go until then. 

Naturally my parents followed me. "Where are you going?" Mom demanded.

"Out to breakfast, I think. And then maybe I'll just wander the streets until someone assaults me." Sarcasm dripped from my voice, though I wasn't sure my parents even grasped it. "I'm trying to have a rational, reasonable conversation with the two of you, but it doesn't seem to be happening, so I'd rather not continue it."

"We're being reasonable," Dad snapped. "And your attitude is not appreciated. Go to your room, young lady."

I almost laughed in his face, but I didn't think that would help my case any. "I'm not going to my room. I'm going out. I wasn't planning to leave this early, but I don't seem to have much choice. Either leave or stay here and keep talking in circles with you two. I love you both, but it's time to let me make my own decisions about some things. Like how I spend my free time."

"We love you too," Mom said. "Don't you understand that's why we're so concerned? You aren't even acting like yourself, Samantha. The Samantha we know would never be so disrespectful to us."

"And the parents I know wouldn't keep arguing with me and repeating the same things over and over again when they know they're wrong."

"We aren't wrong!" Dad said.

"You're wrong to keep treating me like a little girl. You're wrong to threaten me with grounding when I disagree with you. I know you don't think you're wrong, but to me, you are. And that's why I'm leaving, because we're just continuing to say the same things over and over. I'm not going to agree with you acting like I'm a child, and you apparently aren't going to agree that being eighteen makes me an adult. So I'm going out now. I'll be back tonight."

I opened the door, expecting them to try to stop me. Neither one did. That was good and bad; good because it meant I wouldn't have to keep arguing with them, but bad because I didn't have anywhere to go at eight o'clock on a Sunday morning. 

I walked toward downtown, figuring I'd get something to eat before I worried about what else I was going to do for the next three hours. If I found the right place, I might be able to kill an hour or so just sitting at a table drinking hot chocolate and maybe reading the newspaper. Some places didn't mind if people took up space, as long as there weren't customers waiting for seats. Early on a Sunday morning, it was unlikely that places would be crowded.

From my house to downtown was almost two miles. It took me half an hour to walk it, and by the time I got there, my feet were killing me. I wasn't wearing my usual sneakers; instead, I'd put on the high heels my mother had bought me for the senior prom I hadn't attended. I figured heels were sexier than sneakers, and I wanted to look sexy for Jay, as much as I could given my limited wardrobe.

The only item of clothing I had that I considered sexy was the dress Jay's friend Tillie had loaned me when Jay had taken me to her place. I'd wanted to wear that dress today, but it had been hard enough sneaking into my house without my parents seeing it the day Jay and I had gone out before. There was no way I would have been able to get out of the house with it on, especially with my parents watching my every move. I would have had to deal with more of an interrogation than they'd given me anyway. I should have figured out a way to smuggle the dress out with me, though, so I could have given it back to Tillie.

On Main Street, I found a diner and went inside. When I sat at the counter, I swore I heard my feet sigh in relief. Then I heard a voice say, "Hey, Randy's kid sister."

I smiled and turned around. He was sitting in a booth opposite the counter, looking even hotter than I remembered. "Jay, after what we did a couple weeks ago, I would think you'd remember my name," I said.

He scanned my body from head to toe. I blushed; I felt like he was looking right through my clothes. "Your name isn't the only thing I remember about you," he said. "Come sit with me, Sam."

I moved to the booth, sitting across from him. "I'm surprised you're out this early," I said. "I figured you'd be partying or something late last night."

"I haven't been in yet. I did party last night, and I stopped here to get some food on the way home. I was planning to take a nap before I picked you up. You look very sexy, by the way."

Good to know I'd achieved my desired effect. "Thank you." I hesitated. Did I dare ask the question I was thinking? Yes, I did. If I didn't ask, I'd keep wondering. "Did you have a date for the party?"

"Not exactly. It wasn't that kind of party."

"What kind of party was it?"

A waitress came over to us. "What can I get you?"

"Black coffee and a stack of pancakes," Jay said. "Sam, do you need a menu or do you know what you want?"

"I know. Hot chocolate and pancakes, please."

The waitress noted the order on her pad and walked away. "What kind of party?" I repeated.

"The kind I'd rather talk to you about where other people won't overhear," Jay replied. "I'll tell you all about it later."

"Okay. Next question, then. How come it took you so long to get in touch with me? You told me you wanted to see me again, but I'd started thinking either you didn't want to or you'd forgotten about me."

"I could never forget about someone as sexy as you, Sam. I'm sorry. Stuff came up. I wanted to get back to you sooner, but work and other things got in the way."

"Other things like other women?"

The waitress came back with two cups. She set them on the table and walked away again. "I told you, Sam, I don't do monogamy," Jay said. "You sound jealous, and I don't like that. I want to keep seeing you. You're special. I've known you for a long time, and you're the only one I've had strong feelings for. Even after Randy and I stopped hanging out, I'd see you around town sometimes. I've watched you grow up, and you've grown up very, very nicely. I want a regular thing with you, but you aren't going to be the only one I fuck. Not right now, at least. I just don't work that way."

"You told me that before." But I was still jealous of the women he'd been with and the ones he would be with. My fantasies of Jay Christian had never included sharing him with other women.

"Yep, I did. So you need to decide if you can deal with that. If you can't, no harm, no foul. We'll finish our breakfast and go our separate ways. Maybe even stay friends, but nothing more. I hope you'll decide you can deal with it, though. Like I said, there's something special about you."




Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 02



Not special enough for him to give up going to bed with other women, apparently. It was a tough choice for me. I knew I wanted to be with Jay; it was my fantasy come true. But I also wanted romance. Love, happiness, maybe even marriage. Not someone who would see me when it was convenient for him and was screwing other women at the same time. "I want to hear from you more than once every couple of weeks," I said.

"I told you, I couldn't help it," he said. "But I promise I'll try. It took me a while partly because I had to track down how to get in touch with you. I didn't think calling your house would be such a hot idea, given how your brother feels about me. Your parents probably feel that way too."

"I don't know. I don't talk to them about you. So it won't be another two weeks after today?"

"It won't."

"Good, because I deserve more than being just a once in a while thing."

"You're right. You do."

"So it wasn't other women that kept you from getting in touch?"

"I saw other women in the past couple weeks. I'm not going to lie to you about that. But they weren't why I wasn't in touch with you. I was out of town for a little while and then, like I said, I had to find a way to contact you. Maybe I'll buy you a cell phone. Then I can call you when I want to."

"And I can call you?" I asked.

"Yes, but if I'm busy I won't answer."

I didn't ask what he'd be busy with. Somehow I didn't think it was work. "Okay, so do you have voice mail?"

"Of course. Tell you what. This afternoon, we'll go buy you your own cell phone. You can figure out something to tell your parents about where it came from, right? You can tell them you saved up or something."

"Or I can just hide it from them." Even if I had a legitimate reason for having one, my parents would probably take it from me or at the very least be angry that I had it."

"That might be better."

"So what time are you picking me up?"

Jay laughed. "Kind of looks like I already have."

"I thought you said you were going to take a nap."

"Yep, I was. So I'll just have to take one with you. You don't mind keeping me warm while I sleep, do you?"

"Um, no." Mind? It would be incredible to lie beside Jay in his bed while he slept. And I didn't think he'd be sleeping the whole time. 

The waitress brought our pancakes over, and Jay and I were quiet while we ate. He yawned a couple of times, but otherwise didn't seem tired enough to have been up all night. When we finished eating, he paid for my order along with his and we walked out to his car. Naturally I stumbled in my heels. Jay caught me, putting his arm around my waist. "Careful in those, baby," he said. "You look damn hot in them, but maybe you should have lessons in how to walk in them."

"This is the first time I've worn them," I said.

"I gathered that. So how did you get here?"

"Walked."

"You walked all the way here from your house in those, but you can't walk from the door to my car without tripping? Hmm, I must make you nervous or something."

"Yeah, that must be it." He did make me nervous, but that wasn't why I'd tripped. At least I didn't think it was.

On the way to his place, Jay kept his hand on my leg, high enough that he was almost touching my pussy. He was close enough to it to tease me without actually touching it, and it occurred to me he was probably doing it on purpose. It worked. By the time we got to his place, I was ready to attack him. 

We immediately went into his bedroom. Jay had his mouth on mine before I had time to think. "I want you so bad, Sam," he growled. "When I saw you walk into that diner, I got so hard I wanted to fuck you right there. Do you even know how sexy you are?"

"I do now." Boldly, I reached down and touched his cock through his jeans. "This is a pretty good indication."

"Damn, you learned a lot last time, didn't you?" He undid his jeans and pushed them down slightly. His long cock sprang free. "Touch it, baby," he told me. 

I did, grasping it tightly enough to make him gasp but not, I thought, enough to hurt. I moved my hand up and down as Jay's lips found mine again. He twitched in my hand as our tongues explored each other's mouths. Then, without warning, I felt him erupt all over my hand.

I yanked my hand away and broke the kiss. "You didn't tell me you were coming!" I said.

"I didn't think I needed to." Jay grinned. "That was good, baby. I needed to come, otherwise I would have come too soon while I was fucking you. Now I can make it last for you."

"Yeah, after you get me something to wipe my hand on."

"Lick it off."

I gave him a look. "You're joking, right?"

"Nope. It's my cum. It doesn't taste bad, and you should get used to it, because one of the things I'm going to teach you is how to suck me off. Just taste it, baby."

I took a tentative lick of what he'd deposited on my hand. It wasn't unpleasant, just unfamiliar. "Not bad," I admitted.

"I knew you'd like it. Lick it off your hand, Sam. Watching a woman lick my cum makes me so horny you wouldn't believe it."

I did as he said and cleaned most of the cum off my hand with my tongue. As I did, I got more used to the taste. "So when am I supposed to have this lesson?" I asked.

"Not right now. Maybe this afternoon. Take off your clothes, baby." 

I quickly stripped, and Jay pushed me down on his bed. "Right now, I'm going to eat your cunt. You loved it when I did that before, didn't you."

"Yes, I did," I said. "So hurry up and do it again." Just thinking about it made me wet, and I felt my clit tingling. I needed some relief.

Jay lowered his mouth to my pussy and started sucking and licking me. He thrust his tongue in and out of me, then, when I felt like I was about to explode, sucked my clit into his mouth. "Jay! Holy fuck!" I cried. "Yes! Oh, god, yes!"

My orgasm burst over me. This was the second time Jay had made me come by eating me; the first time had been the first time I'd ever had an orgasm. This one felt stronger than the first. Jay grinned at me. "That's my girl," he said. "You like having your cunt eaten, don't you. You love feeling my tongue on you."

"Yes," I said softly.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I want your- your cock in my pussy."

"Good girl."

Jay grabbed a condom from his nightstand and put it on, then pressed his cock against my opening and pushed hard. For just a moment there was pain, but it quickly subsided into pleasure. "God, yes!" I shouted. "Fuck me!"

"That's exactly what I'm doing. I love fucking you, Sam. Your cunt's so nice and tight. Fuck me, baby."

His cock moved in and out of me, faster and harder until I came again. I just hoped I didn't disturb his neighbors when I cried out. I thought Jay would keep fucking me until he came, but instead he pulled out and went to his closet. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I want to try something." He rummaged around in the closet for a few minutes, then emerged holding a piece of rubber as long and thick as his cock. "You don't own any toys, do you?" he asked.

"No, of course I don't."

"Well, after we're done, you can have this one."

"What is it?"

He brought it over to the bed and held it against my stomach. He flicked a small switch and it started to hum against my skin. "It's a vibrator, baby. You've heard of them, right?"

"Yes, I've heard of them."

"So now you get to have one." Jay slid the tip of it into my pussy. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes, but not as good as your cock."

"Good answer, baby. But this will keep you entertained when my cock isn't available. And sometimes even when it is." He slid it in further. "I like to play with toys with gorgeous women."

"I don't want to hear what you do with other women." I squirmed as the vibrator hit a spot inside me that made me feel like I was going to either pee or explode. "What the hell? Oh, god, Jay, that feels fantastic?"

"Fucking fantastic," he corrected me. "I want to hear you say that the vibrator feels fucking fantastic in your cunt."

"The vibrator feels fucking fantastic in my cunt," I repeated. "Fuck, Jay!"

He slid the vibrator out and pushed it back in. "Feels good, doesn't it, baby? Just think about how much fun you'll have with this when I'm not around."

"I like it better when you are."

"I bet you do." He pulled it all the way out and held it against my clit. After a few seconds, I screamed as I came again. "See what it can do?"

I grabbed it out of his hand. "Okay. I'm keeping it. It's almost as good as you."

"Only almost, though, right baby?"

"Right."

Jay knelt beside me. "Get on your hands and knees, Sam. I'm going to fuck you doggy until I come."

I took the position he told me, and felt his cock against me again. When he thrust it inside, it hit the same spot the vibrator had. After just a few strokes, I felt like I was going to come again. "Jay, god, what the fuck?" I said. 

"Feel like you're going to come again?" he asked. "Do it, Sam. Come for me."

I couldn't help myself. As he kept thrusting, I touched my clit. The combination of my fingers and his cock had me over the edge within moments. "Jay, I'm coming!"

"Good girl. So am I."

When my orgasm subsided, Jay gave one last hard thrust, then was still. "Goddamn it, Sam, that was the best fuck I've had in a long time," he said. He pulled out of me and lay down. "Come here."

I lay beside him with my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. "Did you like that?" he asked.

"God, yes."

"I'm glad. We're good together, Sam." He kissed the top of my head. "Let's get some sleep, okay? When we wake up, I'll teach you about shower sex."

"Sounds good."

With Jay's arms tight around me, I listened as his breathing slowed and deepened. A few minutes later, I fell asleep myself.



Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 03



"Hey, do your parents know where you are?"

I slowly opened my eyes, and took a second to remember where I was. Naked in bed beside Jay. What a nice way to wake up! I smiled at him. "How long were we sleeping?"

"A couple hours." He pulled me against him and gave me a kiss. "I must have worn you out. You weren't tired when I picked you up."

"You didn't pick me up. We ran into each other at the diner."

"Same difference. So did you have fun before our nap?"

I remembered the toy Jay had used on me. It was only the second time I'd been with him; only the second time I'd been with anyone, actually. I'd given Jay my virginity a couple weeks earlier. Apparently he'd decided he was going to teach me everything he knew about sex, which seemed considerable. Including the use of sex toys. I knew nothing about sex; at eighteen, I hadn't even French kissed a guy until Jay. I had a lot to learn.

"Do you have to think about it?" Jay teased.

"I was just enjoying the memory," I replied. "It was fun. Different, but fun."

"Different?"

"Well, I've never had a piece of plastic in my pussy before."

"So which did you like better, the piece of plastic or my cock?"

I reached down and stroked his hard dick with one finger. "I like this much better."

"Want to feel it again?"

"Hell, yeah." Just lying beside him knowing we were both naked made me wet.

"Then get your ass over to my phone and call your parents. They probably have no idea where you are, right?"

"Right. We got into an argument and I took off."

"Which means you're probably going to be in big trouble when you get home. If you call them now, you might be in less trouble. I don't want you getting in trouble on my account. It would be hard to see you if you weren't allowed out of the house."

"I'm eighteen. They can't ground me. If they try, I won't listen."

"Take my advice, Sam. Stay on good terms with your parents. It'll make things easier. Besides, I'm not fucking you again till you call them."

"You drive a hard bargain."

I got out of bed and picked up Jay's cell phone from the nightstand. My father answered the phone on the first ring. "Hello?"

"Hi, Dad," I said.

"Samantha St. Pierre, where have you been? Your mother and I have been worried sick!"

"Sorry. I met a friend of mine and I've been hanging out with them. We're at my friend's place. I got tired and fell asleep, or I would have called sooner." 

I wasn't about to tell him who the friend was. Until their junior year of high school, Jay had been my brother Randy's best friend. A fight over a girl had ended the friendship and had caused my brother and parents to decide Jay was someone to avoid. Not me. I'd had a crush on Jay since I was a kid, and as far as I was concerned, Randy's fight with him was just plain stupid.

Naturally Dad wasn't satisfied with what I'd said. "Who's the friend?"

"Someone from work." Not a total lie. The first time I'd seen Jay in years was a few weeks before, when he'd walked into the convenience store where I worked. He'd saved me from being robbed. "And I'm still going to the library, so I won't be home till later."

"We don't like not knowing where you are, Samantha."

"I understand that. But I'm eighteen, Dad. That's what that whole thing was about this morning, isn't it? I'm eighteen, and you have to let me be an adult sometimes. I should have some freedom."

"We'll talk about it when you get home. I guess since you're already out, you're going to do what you want anyway."

"Already out? That makes it sound like home is a prison."

Jay snorted, and I held back my laughter. "It's far from a prison," Dad said. "You have plenty of freedom."

"I have less freedom than some twelve-year-olds I've known. But as you say, we can talk about it when I get home. I love you."

"I love you too."

I hung up the phone and jumped onto the bed. "There, happy?" I asked Jay.

"Very." He lightly bit my nipple. "I'm as horny as you are, you know. I wanted to fuck you again."

"So you probably would have fucked me even if I hadn't made the call."

"Nope. When I say something, I stick to it. You need to learn that about me." Jay slipped his hand between my legs. "Damn, you're wet! I should have fingered you while you were on the phone. That would have made things really interesting."

"I wouldn't have been able to talk," I said.

"Maybe, maybe not. It might have been fun to see if you could keep yourself together while I did this." He pressed a finger against my clit. "Or this." He pushed two fingers into my pussy. "What do you think, should we try that sometime?"

"Maybe." I gasped as he thrust his fingers in and out. "But not when I'm on the phone with my dad. Oh, god, Jay, that feels good!"

"You like being fucked, don't you. You like feeling my fingers in your cunt, and you like feeling my cock."

"Yes!"

"What do you want me to do, baby? Tell me. Should I keep finger fucking you? Should I eat your cunt? Should I just turn you over and pound your pussy with my cock?"

"Eat me," I begged. "Please, eat me!"

"And what do I get out of it?"

"The pleasure of making me come?"

He laughed. "That is a pleasure. You come easier than almost any woman I've been with. But I was thinking of something a little more equal. How about you suck my dick while I go down on you?"

"I think I like that idea."

"Good. Then open wide."

He positioned himself over me and slid his cock between my lips. At the same time, he sucked my clit into his mouth. We licked and sucked each other until my orgasm forced me to stop so I wouldn't bite him. Jay rolled away from me. "Liked that, did you?" 

"God, yes! But you didn't come."

"No, I didn't. Did you want me to?"

"Well, yeah. You said you wanted things equal, didn't you?"

"Good point. Then come here and finish sucking me off, baby."

I lay on my stomach and took his cock into my mouth. I knew I wasn't the best at giving blowjobs, but Jay hadn't complained yet. After all, I just needed practice.

I sucked the head of his cock, then slid my lips further down. Jay reached down and fingered my clit as I sucked him. I moaned around his shaft, but kept sucking. I was determined to make him come. 

With one hand, I grasped the part of his cock that I couldn't get into my mouth. I massaged and squeezed it as I sucked. "Damn, Sam, where did you learn how to do that?" Jay said. "That feels fucking great! Keep going, baby, I'm almost there."

I kept sucking and groping him. Finally he said, "Sam, I'm coming!"

His warm cum filled my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but some leaked out. After a moment, I released Jay's cock and wiped my mouth with my hand. "Sorry," I said. "I wanted all of it."

"You did great, Sam," he said. "No need to be sorry." He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a couple tissues, which he handed to me. "Here, clean up with these for now. We'll take a shower before we go to Tillie's."

"We will?"

"Sure. Don't you want to take a shower with me?"

I hadn't thought about it. Of course I'd never showered with anyone else, but it sounded like it could be fun. Or maybe Jay was being literal, and we really would just shower. Either way, I didn't mind the idea. "Yes, I do. What time are we going to Tillie's?"

"After we get done fucking and showering. She told me yesterday she'll be home all day today. You still need to get those clothes you left there last time."

"Yeah, my mother's been asking me where that shirt is."

"Tell her you loaned it to a friend. And stop talking about your mother. You want me to fuck you, right?"

"Yes."

"Tell me where you want me to fuck you."

I knew what word he wanted me to use. I just wasn't sure I could use it. "In my- in my cunt."

"Say it again, baby." Jay gripped his cock and started stroking. "You have to help me get hard again if we're going to fuck. Where do you want me to fuck you?"

"I want you to fuck my cunt," I said. "I want you to put your big cock in my cunt and fuck me hard."

"Fuck!" Jay grabbed my hand and brought it to his cock. "You are so hot when you talk like that, Sam. Bet you never thought you'd use those words, huh? You're such a little goody-two-shoes."

"I'm not a goody-two-shoes," I argued. I squeezed his cock. "Would a goody-two-shoes be here naked with you?"

"Depends on what she's good at."

"I'm good at a lot of things."

"You're definitely getting good." He took a condom from the nightstand. "Here you go. Put it on me and then you can have my cock."

I carefully unrolled the condom onto his dick. "How are you going to fuck me?" I asked.

"How do you want it? Did you like it when I fucked you from behind? Or would you rather be on top? There are a lot of positions, Sam. It's all up to you."

"I want you on top." Maybe it was a boring position, but I liked it.

"You got it."

Jay rolled on top of me. I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy and then, with one hard thrust, he pushed it in. It felt so good! It might only have been a couple hours since the last time he'd fucked me, but I felt like I could never get enough. He was the first guy who'd ever fucked me, and he was so good at it, I didn't care if he was the only guy who ever did.

He thrust harder. "How does this feel, Sam? Talk to me. I love hearing you talk while I fuck you."

I had no idea what to say. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock."

"What am I fucking?" He thrust harder.

"God, Jay! My cunt! You're fucking my cunt!"

"That's right, baby. And what do you think about it?"

"I love it! I love feeling you fuck my cunt!"

"Fuck!" He stopped. "God, Sam, you're so fucking tight; with all that dirty talk, I'm going to come in a second if I don't stop."

I reached between us and touched my clit. I was so aroused, it was practically tingling. "As soon as you're done resting, I bet you can make me come."

"Resting? You think I'm resting?" He shoved hard into me. "Does that feel like resting to you?"

"Jay! If you do that again, I'm definitely going to come!"

So he did it again. And again, until after a few hard thrusts I felt the orgasm explode over me. "Jay! Fuck, yes!"

He lay still again. "There. Satisfied?"

"Yes!"

"Good." He smoothed my hair back from my face. "God, Sam, you are so fucking sexy. I can't believe how hot you are. You were just waiting for the right person to unlock all that, weren't you?"

"I guess I must have been." I kissed him. "Are you the right person?"

"I must be. I'm the one fucking you." He started thrusting again, more slowly now. "I want to make this last," he said. "Unless I fuck you at Tillie's, it'll be a while before I see you again."

"Why?"

"We'll talk about it afterward." He picked up his pace. "Right now, I'm fucking one of the sexiest women I know, and I don't want to think about anything but that."

"Fuck! Oh, Jay, it feels so good!" It did, but I couldn't let go of what he'd said. Why would it be a while before he saw me?

After a few minutes, I felt Jay tense. "Fuck!" he cried. He gave one hard thrust and pulled out of me. "Damn, Sam, you're fucking incredible."

"So are you."

He got up and tossed the condom in his trash can. "Okay, I'd love to lie here and hold you for a few minutes, but Tillie's expecting us, so we'd better get moving. Come take a shower with me."

Hesitantly, I got off the bed. "I've never showered with anyone."

"Of course you haven't. Don't worry, my shower has plenty of room."

It did. There was no tub, just a shower stall, but the stall was huge. There was enough room for four or five people; Jay and I weren't even crowded. "Why is this so big?" I asked.

"Because whoever had it installed probably liked sharing showers." He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. "Does that feel okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Good."

We washed, but didn't touch each other. I was a little disappointed, but on the other hand, I'd already fucked him twice that morning. That should have been enough. 

After our shower, we dressed and headed out the door to Jay's friend Tillie's house. Friend may not have been the right word; Jay fucked Tillie sometimes, and I was sure he'd fucked her since the last time I'd seen him. I had to try not to mind. Jay had made it clear that he enjoyed fucking different women and wasn't about to tie himself to just one. If I wanted to be with him, it had to be on his terms.

When we got to Tillie's, she was waiting at the door wearing a tight, cropped camisole and a miniskirt. Obviously she was looking forward to seeing Jay. She surprised me with a hug. "Good to see you, honey," she said. "You need your hair done again, though. Don't you style it?"

"I don't know how." The first time Jay had taken me out, he'd brought me to Tillie's for a makeover. She'd made me look amazing: hair, makeup, and the dress I'd forgotten to bring with me when I'd bailed out of my parents' house that morning. But I didn't own any makeup of my own and since I'd never done much with my hair other than combing and brushing it, I didn't know anything about styling.

"I'll teach you," she said. She turned to Jay and planted a long, tongue-filled kiss on his lips. "Haven't seen you for a few days."

"I've been busy," he replied. "Are you going to let us in, or just stand here giving your neighbors an eyeful?"

Tillie moved aside, and we went in. She went over to her couch and picked up a pile of clothing, which she held out to me. "You left this here last time."

"Thank you."

"Put them down, Tillie," Jay said. "I'll make sure she remembers them when we go, but we aren't leaving yet and I don't think she wants to hold them the whole time we're here."

"Hope not." Tillie ran her eyes down my body. "You're looking hot today, Sam."

"Um, thanks." I wasn't sure how to respond to a compliment like that from another woman.

"You're very welcome. So what are you two up to today? Am I doing a re-makeover?"

"That would be a start," Jay said. "You just said you were going to teach her how to style her hair. And I think I owe you something."

"Yeah, considering you were supposed to be here five days ago and never showed." She glanced at me. "She knows...?"

"She knows I fuck you, yeah. I think we made that pretty obvious last time she and I were here." Jay took my hand. "And she's trying not to have a problem with it, right, Sam?"

"Right." Though it wasn't easy. Tillie was older than I was, older than Jay as far as I could tell. Her outfit gave a good indication of how comfortable she was with her body and with sex. The first time Jay and I'd been there, she had groped him right in front of me. On the other hand, he'd groped me in front of her, which had felt both uncomfortable and exciting.

"Don't let it bother you, honey," Tillie said. "Jay and I are just good friends. Sometimes good friends fuck. Doesn't mean anything, except that we're horny. And that Jay isn't going to settle for just a meal when he can have a whole buffet. You're just one dish."

"Tillie, shut up," Jay said. "Sam isn't just another dish. She knows I'm not going to give up other women, but she's different. She's something special."

I couldn't believe he'd actually said that to Tillie. He was pretty much telling her I meant more to him than she did. Not that I had a problem with that. Hearing him say it made me very, very happy. 

It didn't make Tillie so happy, though. "Special, huh? How special could a virgin be? Oh, wait, she isn't a virgin anymore, is she."

"Jealousy isn't a good condition for you," Jay said. "If Sam can stand here listening to you talk about fucking me and not get jealous, I don't see why you're getting upset when I talk about her. You know how things are between you and me, and you know how things are between me and others."

"Yeah, well, you don't call anyone else 'something special.' So what does that mean, she's your girlfriend or something? Should I start planning the wedding?"

"Maybe I should leave," I said. Tillie was pissed, and it was pretty clear that it was directed at me.

"If you leave, so am I," Jay said. "So what about it, Tillie? Are Sam and I leaving, or are you going to back off?"

"I don't give a shit what you do."

"Tillie, you and Jay both told me that you and he are only friends," I said. "You just said it a second ago. Sorry if what he said upsets you. I'm not stopping him from doing anything else."

"You have to understand something, Tillie," Jay said. "I've known Sam since she was a little brat. She used to follow her big brother and me around. I thought she was cute then, but she was just a kid. Then she grew up. I like having her around, and I like that she wants to be with me. Sorry if that's a problem for you. I'm not giving you up or anyone else. Sam knows that. There's a different between sex and how you feel about someone. Sam isn't the only one I plan to have sex with. She is the only one I feel this way about. So either get over it, or you and I are done. I'm not going to have you pissed off at Sam for something that's out of her control."

Tillie and I stared at him. He'd told me before that I was something special and that he wanted to see me regularly; he'd told me that he hadn't felt that way about anyone else. But he hadn't said anything like this, and I was astonished that he was saying it to Tillie, of all people.

Tillie recovered quickly. "Damn, Jay, next thing you'll be saying you love her."

"Nah, I'd never say that." Jay squeezed my hand. "Anyway, yes, Sam's my girlfriend. No, that doesn't mean I won't fuck anyone else. But if you act like a bitch about it, it means I won't fuck you anymore. Your choice."

"I'll shut up," Tillie muttered. 

After that little confrontation, I didn't think Jay would ask Tillie for anything, but he said, "So are you fixing her hair or not?"

"Sure." She studied me. "Something needs to be done. I definitely can't let her walk out of here looking like that. It would ruin my reputation. Sit down, Sam."

It was probably the first time she hadn't called me "honey", but I didn't comment. If I was putting my hair in her hands, I didn't want to tick her off any more than I already had. I sat in her stylist chair and she picked through my hair, holding up chunks of it. "You should have it layered," she said finally. "This style makes you look like a kid. You're young, but if you're involved with Jay, you definitely aren't a kid anymore."

"Why does that bother you?" I asked. I clapped my hand over my mouth. I hadn't meant to say anything.

"It doesn't bother me. Like I said, he and I are just friends. Sometimes friends fuck. And sometimes friends fuck other people. It's all good."

I didn't believe her for a second, but I wasn't stupid enough to push it. I just sat still while she took a comb and a pair of scissors and started snipping at my hair.

Jay stood to one side and watched. "You're making her look hot, right, Tillie?" he asked.

"You have to ask? What else would I be doing?"

"Just making sure. See, I'm going to be away for a while. A week or two, anyway. So I figured you two might keep each other company while I'm gone, which means you'd want her to look good."

Tillie grinned. "Keep each other company, huh? Does that mean you admit you're replaceable?"

"Hell no. I can be substituted for during brief time periods, though."

"Wait a minute," I said. "What do you mean, keep each other company? And where are you going?"

"Away on business, and you can figure out what I mean."

"I'm not a lesbian, Jay," I said.

"Never said you were."

Then I had no idea what he was saying. It certainly sounded like he was implying Tillie and I might have sex. I wasn't at all interested. I was completely straight. At least I thought I was. Though I had to admit, Tillie was definitely sexy. But that didn't mean I wanted anything physical to do with her. I'd felt strange having her see me naked the first time I'd been to her house. She'd seemed to enjoy what she saw, though.




Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 03



On the pretense of brushing some hair off me, Tillie's hand brushed my boob. "Yeah, we could have some fun together," she said.

"I'm not a lesbian," I repeated.

"Neither am I, honey," she said. "I'm bi. You know what that means, right?"

"Bisexual. You're attracted to both men and women. I'm not completely ignorant."

"No, just innocent as hell. I can kind of see what appeals to Jay about you. And he's right about one thing, you are hot."

I squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. I wasn't quite sure what to think about another woman calling me hot. "Hold still, Sam," Jay said. "Otherwise you're going to have a crooked haircut. You're a little freaked out by this, aren't you?"

"Um, yeah. You're pretty much telling me to have sex with a woman while you're out of town on some unknown business."

"You like sex. Nothing wrong with that. If you want to just wait around and be horny while I'm gone, that's okay. I can give you that toy we played with earlier, and you can use that to get yourself off until I get back, if you can manage to hide it from your parents. But if you want to have some fun with someone else, Tillie's here. Right, Tillie?"

"I suppose. I'm still a little bit ticked about this whole thing."

"What whole thing?" Jay demanded.

"Nothing," Tillie muttered.

She kept snipping and combing and occasionally groping, until finally she stepped away and said, "There. How does that look?"

I looked at myself in the mirror. I barely recognized the person looking back at me. My hair was quite a bit shorter than it was, and it stuck out at odd angles, but it looked good. It looked like it was intended to be that way, which I guessed it was. "Good job," Jay said. "Now teach her how to style it."

Tillie took a bottle of gel off the shelf beside her and glopped some into her hand. "It isn't too hard to work with this," she said. She started gelling sections of my hair, making them stick out more. "It'll take a little while in the mornings, but once you get used to it, you'll be able to do it with not too much trouble. You like it, right?"

"I guess I'd better, because you've already done it," I said.

She laughed. "Good point. It looks good on you. You're too skinny to have all that hair hanging on you. Your face was lost in it. Now everyone can really see your face. You're a sexy girl, honey. You have to show yourself off."

"I don't want to show myself off."

"Sam, there's nothing wrong with it," Jay said. "You might never fuck anyone besides me, but that doesn't mean you can't give other people a nice view."

"If she's fucking you, she'll fuck other people," Tillie said. "At least if you have anything to say about it."

"Tillie, knock it off," Jay said.

Tillie wiped the gel off her hands and ran a blowdryer over my hair for a few minutes. Finally she shut it off and said, "There you go. You walk around that college of yours, and every male eye and half the female will follow you. Just watch out for your professors; some of them can be a little skeevy, from what I've heard." She took the apron that she'd covered me with. This time, her touch on my boob was anything but accidental. "These are very sexy," she said. "You're lucky you have such nice tits."

"Yours aren't too shabby, Tillie," Jay said.

"Yeah, but mine are big and they're going to sag. Hers are the perfect shape." She cupped one of my boobs with her hand. "Perfect size, too." She rubbed it. "Do you like that, honey?"

Her touch brought some wetness to my pussy, surprising me. If I was straight, I shouldn't be responding that way to a woman's touch. But then again, it was a sexual touch, and human bodies were wired to respond to sexual touches no matter who was doing the touching. At least I told myself that was the case.

Jay came over to us and cupped my other boob. "Of course she likes it," he said. "You do, right, Sam? You like to have your tits played with. At least you like it when I do it. Does it feel good when Tillie does it?"

Yes, it did, but I didn't want to admit it. "I guess so."

"You guess?" Tillie lightly pinched my nipple. "Honey, this thing is pretty hard for an 'I guess so.'"

"Sam, there's nothing wrong with liking to be touched by a woman," Jay said. "Lots of women enjoy being with other women. And lots of men like watching it."

"Or taking part," Tillie said. "Let's go in the bedroom and mess up that new haircut of yours, honey."

"What?" I stared at her. "I'm not going into your bedroom."

"Well, we are," Jay said. "Sorry, babe, but I promised Tillie something, and I always deliver on my promises. You can join us if you want to or you can wait out here."

"You're going to fuck her."

"I'm going to fuck both of you if you come with us."

I didn't want to fool around with Tillie, but I was damned if I was going to let her be alone in a bedroom with Jay. He'd called me his girlfriend. What he did when I wasn't around was something I'd just have to deal with, but I wouldn't let him do anything when I was around unless I was involved.

So I followed them into the bedroom. Tillie took about half a second to get naked, since she wasn't wearing much to start with. Jay peeled out of his clothes, which left me standing there, fully clothed with two naked people in front of me. And I had to admit to myself, though I wouldn't say it out loud, that Tillie's body turned me on almost as much as Jay's.

Jay kissed Tillie, a long, deep kiss through which I could see their tongues playing together. She reached down and grasped his dick. I stood there feeling like an idiot. How could I join them? They didn't even seem to remember I was there. I felt a huge surge of jealousy at the sight of the man I'd had a crush on since I was nine, the man who'd taken my virginity just a couple weeks earlier, being intimate with another woman. But along with the jealousy was intense arousal.

He broke the kiss and smiled at me. "What are you waiting for, Sam? Get those clothes off and get over here."

"Come on, honey," Tillie agreed. "This is for all of us, not just me and him. Don't be shy; I've already seen you naked once, remember?"

Hesitantly, I took off my shirt and bra. Jay left Tillie's embrace and came over to take one of my nipples in his mouth. "That's hot!" Tillie said. "Come on, Sam, I'm getting so horny thinking about this, I'm going to have to break out my toys if we don't get started."

"We've already started," Jay said. He undid my pants and pushed them down so they puddled around my calves. "Step out of those and get on the bed," he told me.

"I take orders now?" I said.

"You'd better, or you're going to be left out."

Tillie lay down on the bed and slipped her hand between her legs. "Kiss her, Jay," she said.

Jay did. On his lips, I thought I tasted Tillie's; it was like kissing both of them, though I was probably imagining it. He ran his hands over my ass and then thrust a finger inside my pussy. I gasped into his mouth, and heard Tillie moan on the bed. "Fuck, I want some of that!" she said.

Jay let me go and went to Tillie. Their lips met again, but his cock was out in the open, and Tillie made no move to touch it. I wasn't too sure what I was doing, but I left my pants on the floor and knelt beside the bed so I could stroke Jay's cock while he and Tillie kissed. He took his mouth from hers long enough to say, "That's it, Sam. Good girl," then returned to their kiss.

After a few minutes of hearing Tillie's noises as Jay's hands explored her body, I decided it was my turn. I got up onto the bed, lying so Jay could easily reach my boobs and pussy, and closed my lips over his cock. When a hand touched my clit, I thought it was Jay, then realized the fingers felt smaller. Tillie was the one pressing against my clit; she was the one fingering my opening. And it felt just as good as when Jay did it.

"That's so fucking sexy," Jay said. "Sam, Tillie's finger-fucking you while you suck my cock. Does that make you wet?"

"She's wetter than anyone I've ever seen," Tillie said. "I want to taste her."

"Is that okay with you, Sam?" Jay asked. "Can Tillie eat your cunt while you suck me?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't because of Jay's dick in my mouth. More than that, I couldn't answer because I didn't dare to say yes, but I didn't want to say no. I needed someone to do something to my pussy, more than I was already getting, and I was curious if Tillie's lips and tongue would feel different from Jay's. And I didn't really care anymore who did what to whom. 

"I think she's shy," Tillie said. "You scared, honey? Think you'll like having a woman go down on you? Women do it a lot better than men, you know. We know what feels good."

"Just do it," Jay said. "If she didn't want you to, she would have said so." He stroked my hair. "Just relax and enjoy this, babe. And thank you for doing it for me."

I closed my eyes and waited, though I didn't stop sucking Jay's cock. When Tillie's tongue touched my clit, I jumped, then relaxed. It really didn't feel much different from Jay's, but Tillie did things to me that Jay had never done. She kept two fingers inside me while she sucked and nibbled at my nub, and sent me into a hard orgasm within moments. 

I pulled away from Jay and lay there panting, trying to catch my breath. "You taste good, honey," Tillie said. "Here, see?" She pressed her lips against mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on her. It was strange being kissed by her, but not unpleasant.

Jay broke us up. "Get on your hands and knees," he told Tillie.

She obeyed instantly. He pulled a condom out from under her pillow and put it on, then knelt behind her and rammed his cock into her. "Shit, yes!" she shouted. "Fuck that cunt, baby!"

Jay held out an arm to me, and I went to him. He held me and kissed me while he fucked Tillie. I kept my eyes open; I couldn't resist looking down to see his long, thick cock disappearing into her pussy. 

"Are you enjoying this, honey?" Tillie asked. "Do you like watching your man fuck me?"

"Yes," I admitted.

Jay fingered my wetness. "God, Sam, you are loving this, aren't you?" he said. 

"I want you to fuck me, too." I moaned. "God!"

"You'll get your turn in a minute." Jay thrust harder into Tillie. "Play with her, Sam. Finger her clit while I fuck her."

I had no idea how to touch another woman, but I figured it couldn't be much different from touching myself. I knew where my own clit was; Tillie's had to be in pretty much the same place on her body. I reached under her and groped around until I felt her hard nub. It was bigger than mine, and harder than mine had been the times I'd touched it. I pressed my finger against it. "God, yes, honey!" Tillie cried. "Keep doing that while Jay fucks me! Damn, you learn fast!"

With my eyes glued to the sight of Jay's cock fucking Tillie's pussy, I played with her clit. Jay's fingers found my pussy, and he played with me while I played with hers. "Fuck, I'm coming!" Tillie shouted.

"Are you close, Sam?" Jay asked.

"I don't know." 

"Fuck!" Tillie yelled, then let out a wordless scream. My finger got wetter as she came.

Jay pulled out of her and stripped off the condom. "Your turn, Sam. Ride me."

He put on another condom and I straddled him. Tillie held his cock so I could lower myself onto it, then positioned herself over his face. "I love being eaten while I watch a man fuck someone else," she said. She leaned forward and kissed me. "So was this as bad as you thought it would be?"

"No."

I rode Jay's cock faster. Tillie and I kissed and fondled each other's boobs; Jay fingered my clit. All of it added up to an orgasmic explosion for me. I screamed louder than Tillie had, and I was pretty sure I blacked out for a second.

Tillie stretched out beside Jay, and he pulled me down against his chest. I lifted myself off his cock and lay against him. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," he said. "Sam, you are incredible, you know that?"

"You're good," Tillie agreed. "So maybe while this guy's out of town, you and I could play a little. I sure wouldn't mind it."

"Neither would I, I guess," I said.

"Just come over sometime, and we'll see how it goes," Tillie said.

The three of us lay there together for a little while. Finally Jay stood up and said, "I have to get you home, Sam. Get dressed and let's go."

He and I dressed quickly. Tillie lay on her bed, still naked, and watched us. "Thanks for a fun afternoon," she said.

"Thanks for the haircut," I replied.

She laughed. "I hope that ain't all you're thanking me for, honey."

"No, it isn't." 

With his clothes on, Jay leaned down and kissed Tillie. "I'll see you in a week or two," he told her. 

"Bring her along. I wouldn't mind a repeat of this."

"We'll see." Jay took my hand and led me to the car.

On the way home, he stopped at a wireless store and bought me a cell phone. "Keep this hidden from your parents," he said once we were back in the car. "You can give the number to whoever you want, but it's mostly so I can reach you, so don't use it for too many other people."

"How long will you be gone?" I asked.

"I'm going to try to keep it to a week, but it might be longer. I'll call you, though. Keep your cell with you while you're at work; I'll probably call you there so you don't have to answer too many questions from your parents. So how do you feel about what happened this afternoon?"

I thought about it. "It was okay."

"Just okay?"

"I liked it," I admitted. "I didn't think I would, but I did."

"Like I said, touch is touch. It doesn't matter who's doing the touching. I hope you and Tillie do get together while I'm gone. If you do, make sure you tell me all about it."

"Maybe," I teased.

"Maybe?" He groped my boob. "Just maybe?"

"Okay, okay, I will!"

"Good girl."

He stopped at the corner nearest my house and gave me a sweet, long kiss. "See you soon, baby," he said. 

"See you soon."

I wanted him to say something else, but of course he didn't say what I wanted to hear. Maybe he never would. I got out of the car and walked away, wondering if I'd ever dare to say it to him.



Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 04



I stood behind the counter at work, waiting for my cell phone to ring. Naturally, it didn't.

For eighteen years, I'd been the good little girl. No dating, no boyfriends. Forget sweet sixteen and never been kissed; I'd made it to eighteen without having a guy's tongue in my mouth. And the one or two closed-lipped pecks I'd received had been nothing to write home about. All that had changed a few weeks earlier when Jay Christian had walked into the store where I worked.

I looked out the window, half hoping to see Jay walking in now, though of course he wouldn't be. I wasn't sure where he was; all he would tell me was "out of town". Which meant absolutely nothing other than that the man who'd awakened something in me that I hadn't even known existed was nowhere around, and I was horny. 

Jay had been my childhood crush. Eight years older than I, he'd been my brother Randy's best friend until they were in high school, when they'd gotten into an argument and ended the friendship. Randy would flip if he knew Jay and I were dating now; he despised Jay, and definitely wouldn't want his sweet, innocent baby sister getting tangled up with a man who had a reputation like Jay's. But I didn't care what Randy thought. I liked Jay a lot, maybe even loved him, and I was going to keep seeing him no matter what. Even if that meant sharing him with other women.

Jay was my boyfriend. He'd said so, and he'd told at least one of the other women he saw. But he'd told me he wasn't looking for monogamy or commitment; he would see me and feel differently about me than he did about the other women, but he wouldn't give them up. It had taken me time to get used to the idea, but I wanted to be with Jay, and if the price of that was dealing with the fact that he saw other women, I could do that. At least I thought I could.

But right now, he was out of town, and I was waiting for a call from him. He'd been gone for just over a week, and I'd only heard from him twice. He wouldn't call me when he knew I was home. My parents wouldn't have been any happier than Randy to know that I was seeing Jay, and they would have been less happy to know that Jay had bought me a cell phone so he could keep in touch with me. They'd refused for years to buy me a cell. 

Jay knew my work schedule, though, and he knew he could call me when I was working. So why wasn't my phone ringing? I took it out of my pocket and checked to make sure the ringer was on. Then a group of customers came in, and I had to put the phone back into my pocket until they went away. 

Finally, at almost ten o'clock that night, the call came. "Hey, baby." Jay's voice warmed every inch of me when I answered the phone. "How are you tonight?"

"Bored at work," I said.

"Horny?"

"Yes," I admitted in a small voice.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Sam. I'm pretty horny too. I don't know anyone around here, and I'm not in the mood for a stranger fuck."

"Would you fuck a stranger if you were in the mood?" I asked.

"I might. It wouldn't be the first time. Does it bother you that I would?"

I knew better than to say it did. I was a little jealous, but Jay didn't respond well to jealousy. "Not really."

He laughed. "You're lying, and we both know it. It's okay, Sam. You can always tell me how you feel, even if you're jealous."

"You got mad at Tillie for being jealous of me."

"That's because first of all, Tillie knows there's nothing between her and me but an occasional fuck, and second of all, you're different. If the other women I see get jealous of each other, that's their problem. But you're my girlfriend. You're more to me than any of them are, and I'm not going to let someone be petty to you."

I loved hearing him call me his girlfriend. "She wasn't bothering me."

"But she was bothering me. Anyway, you're new to all this. I understand if you're jealous. If you start giving me a hard time and telling me I can't see anyone else, we'll have a problem. But I don't think you'd do that."

"No, I wouldn't, unless something really bothered me."

"Look. As long as you talk to me, we're good, okay? So let me ask again. Does it bother you that I might, in the right mood, pick up a strange woman and fuck her?"

"Yes, it does."

"Well, I'll tell you what. I don't have a problem giving that up; it isn't something I do often anyway. If I knew a woman here, I'd probably be with her, but I give you my word, no stranger sex."

"Thank you."

"Of course, you have to give me the same promise."

"As if I'd be with a stranger. I was a virgin till a few weeks ago. Other than when you and I fooled around with Tillie last weekend, I haven't been with anyone else, and I'm not planning to."

"Not even Tillie?"

"I'm not a lesbian."

"But you liked playing with her. Don't deny it, Sam. There's nothing wrong with feeling good. Tillie isn't a lesbian either; she's bi. And she said if you got horny while I was gone, she'd be happy to help you out."

"I don't know if I could. It was different when you were there, but I'm not sure about being with another woman without you there."

"Well, you just told me you're horny. If you're horny, do something about it. You have the toy I gave you, right?"

"Yeah."

"So you could use that, but sometimes it's more fun with another human being. Think about it; I was talking to Tillie a little while ago, and she's horny too. Asked me to ask you to get in touch with her if you want to get together."

"I can't get in touch with her. I don't know her phone number."

"No, but you know where she lives. You could go there. Or I could just give you her number, but somehow I don't think you'd actually call it, would you?"

"I don't know. I might."

"It's up to you. I won't mind either way, and I don't think Tillie will either. But she likes you, you know. She had fun with you last weekend. So did I. It was hot seeing you and her together."

"It was fun, in a weird sort of way."

He laughed. "Weird, huh? I've never heard threesomes described as weird, but okay. Anyway, I told Tillie I'd pass that message along, so now I have. It's up to you what you do."

"When will you be back?"

"It'll be a few more days. Hopefully by Saturday. Do you have next Sunday off?"

"I think so. I usually don't work Sundays."

"Good. We'll get together then. Meanwhile, like I said, if you want to hook up with Tillie go for it. Just remember to tell me all about it afterward."

"All the details, huh?"

"You got it. Take care, babe. Talk to you soon." He hung up.

I put my phone away and went back to what I was supposed to be doing. Standing at the register staring out the window. Actually, I was supposed to be stocking candy and other things, but I didn't feel like it, and at that time of night there was no one around to make me do what I was told. There was supposed to be someone else on shift with me, especially since the attempted robbery a few weeks earlier, but that person hadn't shown up, and I liked being alone.

I didn't get what Jay found so interesting about the idea of me hooking up with Tillie. Sure, it had been fun playing around with her and Jay together the weekend before. I'd been surprised by how much I'd liked it. There was no way I was lesbian, and I didn't think I was bi. But something about the way Tillie had touched me had gotten to me. I wouldn't mind having it happen again. But I'd rather have it happen if Jay was there.

Then again, I was definitely horny, and if Jay wasn't going to be back for another week, I wanted to do something to relieve the horniness. Masturbation only took me so far, as I'd found out since Jay left. I did have a vibrator that he'd used on me the same day we'd played with Tillie. He'd dropped it off in my mailbox on his way out of town; thank god he'd called and told me it was there before my parents had found it! When I used the vibrator, it brought back nice memories of using it with Jay, but that wasn't the same as actually being with him. I wanted more than solo sex. I just wasn't sure I wanted it with anyone other than Jay.

By the time my shift ended, I was even hornier, just from thinking about Jay and Tillie. I wasn't attracted to Tillie; I couldn't be. Aside from the fact that she was a woman, she didn't even like me, and I wasn't sure I thought much of her. But she knew what she was doing with her hands and tongue; she'd been as good as Jay. She couldn't fuck me like he could, though.

I couldn't believe the way I was thinking. A few weeks earlier, I'd barely thought about sex, figuring it was something that happened to the pretty girls, the ones all the guys followed around. Then Jay had become part of my life, and now it seemed like sex was all I could think about. Sex with him, at least. 

Randy was waiting outside the store to give me a ride home. One day very soon, I would need to get my driver's license. Waiting for other people to give me rides was really getting on my nerves. "How was work?" Randy asked when I slid into the passenger seat.

"Okay," I replied. "Boring."

"Well, you could have been home doing homework or something."

"Yeah, that would have been way more exciting. Hey, Randy, can you teach me to drive?"

"Get your permit and we'll talk. I'm not letting you behind the wheel of this car without at least a permit."

"How do I do that?"

"You really don't know? You just call Motor Vehicles and talk to them; they'll tell you where to go for a test. Or you could take driver's ed; you'll get a permit after you finish the course. I don't know why Mom and Dad haven't had you do that yet."

"Because they're trying to keep me their little girl. And I'm getting sick of it."

"I can't say I blame you. But they're just trying to protect you, Sam. They aren't doing it to be horrible parents or anything."

"I know that. But when are they going to let me grow up?"

"Maybe when you stop whining about when they'll let you grow up and start doing something about it. Get your license. Buy yourself a cell phone if you want one. You're eighteen, and I know you're in college and don't have a lot of money, but I made it through college and still managed to get what I wanted and needed, so there's no reason you can't."

"No reason at all, except that Mom and Dad would try to stop me."

"Spend your own money and they can't stop you. You should make some friends, too, so you have something to do besides being home alone all the time when you aren't working. Maybe even a boyfriend, though I can't really say I like that idea."

"I like the idea."

"I figured you would. Have you ever even had a boyfriend?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't tell him about Jay, but I didn't want to lie. Keeping my mouth shut was the safest solution.

Randy dropped me off at home and headed to his apartment. He'd been living on his own since he was my age, first in the college dorms and then in an apartment that our parents had helped him pay for until he'd started earning enough to pay for it himself. Meanwhile, my parents had insisted on me living at home while I went to college; they wouldn't even consider me living in the dorms. Nothing like a double standard.

My parents had already gone to bed. They were big believers in "early to bed, early to rise", and since they'd drafted Randy as my chauffeur for work, they didn't have to wait up to make sure I'd get home. Randy was just as overprotective as they were, even though he said he thought they should let me grow up.

I went into my room, shut the door, and stripped. A few weeks earlier, I never would have dreamed of being naked, even in my own room, but there was no reason I couldn't be. My parents did know how to knock, at least, even if they'd been awake. And I was horny, and I was damn well going to do something about it. 

Reaching under my mattress, I found the vibrator, wrapped in a towel, and pulled it out. That had been the only place I'd been able to hide it, since Mom still insisted on putting away my laundry and would have found it in my bureau. I could only hope she never decided to change my bed or flip my mattress. 

Lying on the bed, I slid the vibrator between my thighs. I was so wet that it penetrated me easily. I pushed the little button on the base of it and felt the vibration fill my pussy. "Jay," I whispered, imagining that it was his hand holding the toy. 

I moved it slowly back and forth, feeling the pleasure build in me. Through my mind, images ran of Jay and me on his bed, his hands and tongue on me, his large cock pushing into me where the vibrator was now. God, I wanted that cock! Why had he had to go out of town anyway? Why couldn't he have taken me with him? 

I slid the vibrator in and out harder, faster. I was so horny that it was going to take me next to no time to come. That was good; I needed the release. Maybe afterward I'd treat myself to a longer self-fuck, but right now, I just wanted to get off while I daydreamed about Jay's body, about fucking him. When I felt myself almost at the peak, I pulled the vibrator out of myself and held it against my clit. It took only a second or two for the sensation to push me into orgasm, and I had to fight not to cry out when I came. 

Apparently I didn't try hard enough. As I wrapped the vibrator back in the towel, making a mental note to wash it off the next day when my parents were at work, Mom called, "Sam, are you okay?"

She knocked on the door. I swore under my breath and quickly pulled the covers over myself and the toy. "Yes, Mom, I'm fine."

The door opened a crack. "Are you sure? I thought I heard you shout."

I hadn't shouted. I'd barely whimpered. At least I thought I had. I gave the first excuse I could think of. "I bumped my shin on the bed frame."

"Oh, okay. How was work?"

Why wouldn't she go away? "Fine, thanks. How was TV night?"

"It was all right. Nice to have some peace and quiet with your father."

"Well, if you guys had let me move to a dorm, you'd have peace and quiet together every night," I couldn't resist pointing out.

"Now isn't the time to discuss that. It's too late."

My point exactly; it was too late to have any kind of conversation. Mom shut the door and I heard her footsteps heading down the hall to her and Dad's room. Thank goodness. I quickly finished re-toweling the vibrator and stuffed it back under my mattress, then pulled on a nightshirt in case one of my parents invaded again, crawled under the covers, and fell asleep to dream about Jay.

* * *

It was a boring couple of days. I went to school, I went home. I had Monday off from work, but I wished I'd been working; it at least would have given me something to do besides missing Jay. I shouldn't miss him, even if he was my boyfriend. He'd made it clear that traveling like this was part of the amorphously vague job he did, and I would just have to deal with it. But I wanted to see him again.

On Wednesday, I was walking home from the university when my cell rang. No one called my cell except Jay, and since he'd only called when he knew I was at work, I had no idea who this might be. The phone number that showed on the small cell screen wasn't one I knew. I hesitated for about two seconds, then answered anyway. "Hello?"

"Hi, honey, it's Tillie."

I was surprised and not altogether pleased to hear her voice. "Hi. How'd you get my number?"

"How do you think? Your boyfriend gave it to me." There was a sneer in her voice on the word "boyfriend." The thing Tillie liked least about me was that Jay had told her I was his girlfriend. I had the feeling she'd been hoping she would be the one to claim that title. "So what's going on?"

"I'm walking down the street on the way home from classes," I said. "Nothing exciting."

"Missing your man?"

"Yeah, but he said he'll be back by the weekend."

"He says lots of things. When he's away, you learn to expect him back when he feels like coming back, and not a second before. He might be back this weekend, or it might not be till next weekend or sometime next month. He likes to keep his women guessing."

"Maybe." She was baiting me; I wasn't going to rise to it. "So why did he give you my number?"

"Because I asked for it. You're missing him and probably horny; so am I. So I thought maybe we could get together like we talked about last time you and he were here. I don't know about you, but I had fun that day."

"So did I." But I wasn't quite sure what to think about being propositioned by a woman. "So when you say get together, you mean...?"

"I mean exactly what you think I mean, honey. Come over and let's take care of the hornies. I have some fun toys to play with."

"This is probably the weirdest conversation I've ever had. You don't even like me. Why are you asking me to do this?"

"I never said I don't like you, honey."

"You sure acted it, though."

"Ah, that's just friendly rivalry. You've got the man half the women in town want. Can't blame people if they get a little jealous."

"You have him too. Half the women in town have him."

"In their beds, sure. And I bet that bugs the hell out of you. But you heard what he said to me when you and he were here. You're different. The rest of us get his body from time to time, but you have more of him than that. No one's ever gotten beyond the body with him."

"I didn't do anything special to get there."

"Maybe, maybe not. Whether you did anything or not, though, you've got him. Anyway, I didn't call you about that. What are you doing the rest of the day? Got time to come over and play?"

"Did Jay tell you to call me?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Does it matter?"

"Um, yeah. I don't know if I even want to do anything with you. I keep telling you, I'm not a lesbian."

"And I keep telling you, you don't have to be. Come on, honey. I don't like to beg. If you really don't want to come over, don't. No skin off my nose. I'm just doing this because Jay told me to, and because I'm horny as hell."

"Don't you have other men you fuck?"

"Sure. But sometimes a woman's better, and this is one of those times. So are you going to be here or not?"

"I'm working today. How about tomorrow? My last class gets over at noon."

"Good. So see you here about twelve thirty tomorrow. You remember how to get here?"

Not exactly. Jay had driven the two times we'd gone to Tillie's. I wasn't even sure it was within walking distance, though I was used to walking pretty much everywhere. The only reason I got rides home from work was because my parents and brother didn't think I'd be safe walking home at night. "I think I can find it," I said.

"Well, if you can't, just give me a call and I'll give you directions. And if you can figure out a way to smuggle it into your bookbag, bring that toy Jay says he gave you. I have plenty of toys myself, but you might want to play with your own."

"We'll see."

I hung up the phone and put it back in my pocket. What had I gotten myself into?

* * *

Later that night when I was at work, Jay called. "Hey, baby. Three days and I'll be home."

"Did you tell Tillie to call me?" I asked.

"Yeah. I thought it might be cool if you two got together, and I knew you wouldn't call her on your own, especially since I never gave you her number."

"Why is it so important that I get together with Tillie? She doesn't even like me. She's jealous of me."

"Of course she is. That's one reason. It might make you guys get along better. I don't like seeing people unhappy, with me or with each other. Besides, Tillie has a thing for you. She thinks you're hot; she told me."

"And what are you getting out of it, some kind of finder's fee?"

Jay laughed. "Not quite. I get to hear about it. And this way, I know you aren't getting so horny you'll do something stupid, like hooking up with a guy you don't know well. You know Tillie."

"I wouldn't hook up with anyone. I can stand being horny for a week or two. I'm not some kind of nympho." 




Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 04



"Don't get mad, Sam. I didn't mean that at all. Sometimes when people get horny, they go looking for someone to fuck. Nothing wrong with it. That's why people have fuck buddies. That's why there are websites where people can meet someone and fuck them the same day."

"You're the only guy I've ever fucked, and you know it. Do you really think I'd turn around and start fucking every guy I meet?" I was getting angrier by the second. Of course I knew there was nothing wrong with sex, but I didn't like what Jay was implying. He made it sound like I was so sex-starved I couldn't think straight. Which was hardly the case.

"That isn't what I said." Now he sounded irritated. "You're being too sensitive, Sam. I just said there's nothing wrong with fucking other people. Do you think there's something wrong with me?"

"No, not at all. But I'm not you. You do your thing, I do mine. There isn't anything wrong with it, or with you, it just isn't what I'd be comfortable with."

I thought I sounded pretty calm and rational. Apparently Jay disagreed. "You know, Sam, not everyone's as goody-goody as you. Not everyone thinks the way you do. You should try being a little less judgmental."

"I'm not judging you!" This had started with me getting mad at him. How come he was mad at me all of a sudden?

"Whatever. You know what? I don't think I can deal with talking to you anymore right now. Give me a call when you start thinking straight." He hung up.

I stared at the phone. What had I done? I hadn't meant anything about Jay. I just hadn't liked what he'd implied about me. If he really was my boyfriend, I should be able to talk to him when something bothered me, shouldn't I? I put the phone back into my pocket, wondering if I'd hear from him again.

* * *

The next afternoon after my last class, I headed for Tillie's. I didn't want to go, but I'd told her I'd show up. And she was the only person around that I could talk to about Jay. I'd spent the whole night before worrying about the argument he and I'd had. Not having any experience with boyfriends, I had no idea what to do about the argument. He'd at least told me to call him, but I wasn't even sure what he meant by "thinking straight," so I had no idea when I'd be able to give him a call.

I surprised myself by being able to find Tillie's place with no problem. I rang the bell and stood there for a minute or two, waiting. Just as I was about to ring the bell again, the door opened. It wasn't Tillie. "Hey," the woman said. "Can I help you?" 

"I'm Sam St. Pierre," I said. "Tillie's expecting me, I think."

"Yeah, she is. She told me about you." The woman looked me up and down. "She's right, you are pretty cute. Come on in. Tillie's finishing up a hairstyle."

I followed her inside. Tillie had told her I was cute? What the heck? I wasn't sure I liked being talked about that way, especially by another woman.

Tillie was in her salon room. Another woman was in the chair, and Tillie was going through her hair with a curling iron. She looked over at me and smiled. "Hey, Sam, glad you could make it. And glad to see you've been keeping your hair in good shape."

"You cut her hair?" the woman who'd let me in asked. "Looks good on her."

"Yep, it does," Tillie agreed.

It took her a few minutes to finish with the woman in the chair. Finally, she said, "Okay, Al, you're all done."

The woman looked in the mirror. "Beautiful, Tillie. Great work, as always." She stood up and kissed Tillie full on the lips. "Don't know what I'd do without you, honey."

"Have crappy hair," Tillie said. She hugged the woman. "See you in a couple weeks for a touch-up."

"We aren't having drinks before we go?"

The woman who'd let me in nodded toward me and laughed. "I think Tillie has other plans."

"Ah. Well, enjoy." The woman winked at me, and the two of them left.

Tillie sat in her styling chair. "So what's going on, honey?"

"Jay and I had a fight last night." Tears came to my eyes, much to my annoyance. "I told him I didn't like him talking like I'd go off and have sex with just anyone when he isn't around, and he got mad and said I was judging him. I didn't mean to judge him; I just didn't like what he said."

"And he didn't like what you said. Don't worry about it, honey, he'll get over it. He's got a major thing for you; he isn't going to let you go just because you said something he didn't agree with."

"I hate making people angry." The tears came faster, and I pressed my hands against my eyes to try to stop them. "Sorry. I just feel bad. I haven't talked to him since; I don't know if I should call him or not."

"What did he tell you?"

"He said to call him when I start thinking straight. I am thinking straight, though. I don't care what other people do, but I can't just go have sex with someone for no other reason than that I'm horny. I have to have a real reason."

"You're young and naïve, and you probably still believe in true love. You'll grow out of it. Meanwhile, you have to do what feels right to you, and don't worry what Jay or anyone else says." She came over to me and hugged me. "So how does this feel?"

"Nice," I admitted.

"Look at me."

I looked up, and she pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue found its way into my mouth, and I surprised myself by touching it with my tongue. Tillie ran her hands down my sides, then brought them back up to my boobs. "And how does that feel?" she whispered. "Do you want more?"

I still wasn't sure what I wanted, but I knew I liked what she was doing. "Yes."

"Then let's go in the bedroom." She let go of me. "Did you bring your toy?"

I bent over and pulled the vibrator out of my backpack. "Yes."

"Good girl." 

I followed Tillie into the bedroom. She stripped slowly, unlike when I'd been there with Jay. Her breasts were bigger than mine, full and heavy-looking, with large nipples that stuck straight out. She held them up with her hands. "Like them?"

"Yeah."

She slipped off her jeans. Under them, she wore nothing. Her pussy was shaved, and she had a small tattoo of a heart just above where her pubic hair would have been if she'd had any. "And now?"

"Yes," I said.

"So let me see you, honey." 

I took off my clothes quickly, before I could lose my nerve. When I was completely naked, Tillie reached out and touched my boobs. "Nice, honey. Very nice. Do you like me touching you?"

"Yes."

She laughed. "That's all you can say, huh?" She took my hand and brought it to one of her boobs. "How about that? Squeeze it, honey. I like to have my nipples pinched."

I wasn't sure how hard to do it without hurting her, so just pinched lightly. "That's good, but harder next time," she said. "Lie down."

I lay on her bed. She lay beside me and started sucking my nipples, alternating between them. Her hand stole between my legs. I jumped when she touched my clit. "Relax, honey," she told me. "This is going to feel good."

"It does," I said.

"Good."

She kept sucking my nipples. I felt like I should be doing something, so pinched her nipples, harder as she'd said to. She moaned. 

I had to admit, even though it felt strange to be in bed with another woman, what Tillie was doing to me felt amazing. I played with her boobs while she played with my pussy. The stimulation combined with the horniness I'd already been feeling made me come faster than I'd expected. "Fuck! Tillie!" I shouted.

She grinned. "Thought a woman couldn't make you come, didn't you," she said. "Now let's see what you can do for me."

"I don't know how," I said.

"How do you get yourself off?"

"I play with my... my clit. And sometimes I put my fingers inside me. Last time, I used my vibrator."

"So do that to me. Hold on." She got off the bed and went to her bureau. When she opened the top drawer, it rattled. "This is my toy drawer," she explained. "I keep all the toys in here." She pulled out a vibrator that looked exactly like the one Jay had given me and tossed it onto the bed. "There you go. Fuck me with it."

She lay down again and spread her legs. I held the vibrator, not sure what to do. Of course I knew how to use one, but on someone else? "You want me to..."

"I want you to turn the thing on, put it in my cunt, and fuck me. Come on, honey, I know you aren't that stupid."

"I'm not stupid." I turned on the vibrator and held it so it just barely touched her clit. "I've just never fucked another woman before."

"Mmm, well, what you're doing works pretty damn good, honey. But put that thing inside me. Please."

I stuck the tip of it into her pussy. I knew how good it felt, and I was ticked off at her enough that I wanted to make her wait for it. She moved her hips, trying to take more of the vibrator, and I obliged by quickly thrusting all of it into her. "Fuck, yes!" she shouted. "Sam, fuck me!"

I moved the vibrator the way I would have inside myself. I couldn't believe I was doing this, and I had no idea if what I liked would be pleasurable to another woman. But from Tillie's moans and swearing, I was doing just fine. My pussy started to tingle; it was a turn-on to see her like this. I was surprised by how much of a turn-on it was. 

"Holy fuck!" she screamed after a few minutes. "I'm coming! Shit!"

Her pussy clenched so hard I could feel it through the vibrator. I slid it out of her. "How'd I do?"

Tillie kissed me hard. "That was fucking awesome," she said. "Now it's your turn."

She picked up my vibrator and turned it on. Holding it against my clit, she sucked my nipples again, hard enough that it made them sore, but it felt so good I didn't even care. I was close to coming when she suddenly pulled the vibrator away and brought her mouth to my clit. Her teeth nibbled gently. "Fuck!" I said. "Oh, my god, Tillie!"

She licked down my slit and thrust her tongue into me a few times, then returned to my clit. This time, as soon as her teeth touched it, I came. "Oh, fucking god!"

Tillie shut off the vibrator and lay beside me. "So what do you think, honey? Is fucking a woman as bad as you thought it would be?"

"Fuck, no," I panted, still trying to catch my breath.

"Good." She put her arms around me. "We'll definitely have to do this again sometime. Meanwhile, don't worry about your so-called boyfriend. He'll get over it."

I'd almost forgotten about the fight with Jay. "Yeah, he will."

Tillie gave me a soft kiss and turned away from me. "Take a nap, honey. When you wake up, maybe we'll go for another round."



Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 05



I hadn't heard from Jay in days, not since the fight we'd had. I still wasn't sure what had started the fight. It didn't seem to me that saying I wasn't going to fuck just anyone was judging him, but he seemed to think it was. I'd tried to call him once and had left a voice mail. He hadn't called back, and I'd decided if he couldn't be bothered, neither could I.

So when he walked into the convenience store where I worked, I thought I was seeing things. He came right over to the counter. "Sam, we need to talk."

"I'm working," I said. I wasn't going to forgive him that easily for getting mad at me for something I hadn't even said.

"I can see that, but I wanted you to know I'm back and I'm sorry."

Jay Christian didn't apologize often. "Sorry for what?" I asked.

"For that fight. Look, if you want to talk, let's go talk. Otherwise, I have stuff to do, but I want to see you tomorrow. It's Sunday, you won't be working, right?"

"Right." 

"Then I'll pick you up at the library at ten tomorrow morning. Unless you get into another argument with your parents. If that happens, just give me a call and I'll come pick you up earlier. I'll be awake early."

"Why didn't you ever call me back?" I asked.

"We'll talk tomorrow." He reached across the counter and touched my shoulder. "I missed you, Randy's kid sister. See you in the morning." He sauntered out of the store and drove away.

* * *

The next morning, I managed to get out of my house without my parents stopping me. That was a first; usually they wanted to know everywhere I was going and everything I was doing. I was eighteen; I should have been able to come and go as I pleased, but my parents didn't see it that way. 

I walked from my house to the library a mile or so away. I really needed to get my license. My brother Randy had said he'd help me with it; I just had to take the test to get my permit, and then Randy would let me practice driving his car. Maybe Jay would help as well. I'd ask him, after I found out what he wanted to talk about.

He was parked in front of the library when I got there, which surprised me because I was early. I got into his car. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"I haven't decided yet," Jay replied. "We might just drive around. We need to talk."

"That's what you said last night, but you didn't tell me what you want to talk about. What's going on?" Was he still angry with me? Was he going to explain why he'd been angry? Was he going to stop seeing me? I couldn't even begin to figure it out; Jay wasn't the easiest person in the world to read.

He drove away from the curb and headed out of town. "You know what I want to talk about," he said. "That argument we had while I was away."

"You said I was judging you. I never judged you. I just said I wasn't horny enough or comfortable enough to sleep around. I don't care what you do; that's your business, not mine. But I do care what I do."

"You fucked Tillie while I was gone."

"Yeah. How did you know that?"

"She called me, of course. Bragged about it. She was pretty happy with you. I think she was probably disappointed that you didn't go back."

"She didn't invite me." I slid down in the seat and propped my feet up on the dashboard. It felt weird talking to my boyfriend about a woman I'd had sex with. 

"You know I don't have a problem with it, right?"

"Yeah, you told me to go."

"That's true, I did. Well, I don't have a problem with it; I don't have a problem with you having sex with anyone else as long as you tell me you've done it. I don't need details, but it's only fair for you to let me know you've been with someone else."

"You don't tell me when you're with someone else," I pointed out.

"True. That's one of the things I wanted to talk about. That isn't very respectful to you, so from now on, I will tell you. You know I'm going to be with other women. It's just the way I am."

"Yeah, and I told you I don't have a problem with it." Well, not enough of a problem to argue with him about it, though I wished he didn't want to have sex with other women. Why couldn't I be enough?

"I know you don't. That's one of the things I like about you. But like I said, I'll tell you from now on. I don't want to hide anything from you, Sam."

"I don't want to hide anything from you either."

"Good. Then we're agreed. If you do decide to fuck anyone else, just tell me about it. I'm not going to be jealous or anything. I could even introduce you to some of my other friends if you want."

"Um, not right now."

Jay grinned. "Had a feeling you might say that. You aren't a virgin anymore, Sam. Sex is a good thing, okay? Do what feels good to you. Meanwhile, I thought about that argument of ours. I know you weren't judging me. If you judged me for what I do, we wouldn't be seeing each other, right?"

"Right."

"Okay. So how was it with Tillie, anyway, after all your talk about how you aren't a lesbian and didn't want to be with another woman?"

My face grew warm. "It was nice," I admitted. "Not as good as with you, but she was good."

"A woman knows how to touch a woman," Jay said. "At least that's what the women I've dated always say. Fortunately, they've taught me some of their tricks." 

He reached over and rubbed my crotch through my jeans. I was instantly wet; just being around him made me horny. "That is a good trick," I said.

"Uh huh." Somehow, without taking his eyes off the road and with only one hand, he managed to undo my jeans. He slipped his hand inside. "I take it you like this?"

"Very much. I've missed it."

"So have I." He turned onto a side road. "I missed you, Sam. I didn't call you back because I wasn't sure how ticked you were at me, and I figured we should both take some time to cool down. But I hated not being able to talk to you. Like I've told you, you're special."

"Thank you." I wasn't sure which felt better, hearing him say that or what his finger was doing to my clit.

At the end of the road, he stopped the car and shut off the engine. Without a word, he pulled me toward him and kissed me hard. His tongue parted my lips and touched mine, and his finger picked up the pace on my clit. I moaned into his mouth. It occurred to me that anyone could see us if they happened by, but I didn't care. All that mattered was Jay's lips and hands on me. 

Knowing that we might be seen excited me. The thought made me even wetter. When my orgasm hit, it took me by surprise, and I broke the kiss. "Fuck, Jay!"

"Is that what you want to do?" he asked.

"God, yes." I looked around. "Back to your place?"

"Nope. I've been waiting two weeks to fuck you again, and I'm not in the mood to wait anymore, not even long enough to get home." He brought my hand to the large bulge in his jeans. "Feel that, Sam? Feel how hard my cock is for you?"

"Mmm, yes!"

"So take it out. Wait, let's get into the back. It'll be a little more comfortable there." He climbed between the front seats into the back of the car. I followed and almost landed on him when I caught my foot on the center console. He put his arms around me and pulled me on top of him. "Now you're where I want you."

"People might see us!" I said.

"So what?" He pushed down my jeans. "This would be a lot easier if you were wearing a skirt, you know. Do you really want to wait to get to my house? If you're as horny as I am, you'd go insane before we got there."

"I don't want to wait, but here, Jay? In the middle of a street?"

"We aren't in the middle of it." Jay looked out the window at the two houses near us. "I doubt anyone even comes down here, and if they do, all they're going to see is us fucking. They might get a thrill out of it, who knows?"

I had to laugh. "Yeah, or they might get us arrested for indecent exposure."

Jay pushed me off his lap and tugged at my jeans. "Get these things off. And from now on, when you're seeing me, please wear a skirt or a dress. I'll even take you out and buy you some."

"So you're planning on fucking me in your car on a regular basis?"

"I don't know, but I want the option. Get your jeans off."

I would be naked from the waist down in a place where total strangers might see me. That wasn't something the good little girl my parents thought I was would do. But I wasn't that good little girl anymore, at least not when I was with Jay. I pushed my jeans down, and Jay pulled them off over my feet. Under them I'd worn a thong, which he pushed out of the way so he could push two of his fingers into my pussy. "Mmm, you're nice and wet," he said. "What do you want me to do, Sam?"

"What can we do in a car?"

"Anything we want. Tell me, baby. What do you want?"

"I want you to go down on me." 

"You got it."

He bent to my pussy and nibbled my clit. It felt incredible. After a few seconds, he ran his tongue down to my opening and thrust it inside. As he tongue-fucked me, he fingered my clit. "Oh, my god, Jay!" I cried. "Damn!"

He went back to sucking on my clit. Then he did something I wasn't expecting: he slid the tip of his finger into my asshole. "Ow!" I said.

"Does it really hurt?" he asked. "Or does it just feel different?" He slid his finger further in. "Relax, baby. You'll get used to it."

It did hurt, but it felt good in a strange way. Jay nibbled and sucked my clit as he continued to slide his finger inside my ass. "Oh, shit, I'm going to come!" I said.

Jay didn't answer, just kept doing what he was doing until I felt my orgasm take me over. I cried out without words and grabbed Jay's hair. I probably pulled it, though I wasn't aware whether I did or not. He didn't seem to mind; he didn't miss a beat. 

I'd thought he would stop when I came, but he kept licking and sucking me, and he kept finger-fucking my asshole. I got used to it after a minute or so; it was weird having something in that hole, but it was a pleasant weirdness. I didn't know a lot about sex, but I knew enough to know that some people liked having that hole fucked. With Jay's finger inside it, I had to wonder what his cock would feel like, and if I'd ever dare to find out.

Within minutes, I came again. "Holy fuck, Jay! Stop, please!"

He looked up at me and grinned. "Stop? Are you sure?"

"You have to, because I can't take anymore."

"Ah. All right, then." He pulled his finger out of me and kissed me. "So what did you think about that?"

"I think you should wash your finger."

"Yeah, probably." He leaned over the front seat and got a package of wet naps out of the glove compartment. "As you can see, I always come prepared." He wiped off his finger and gave me another kiss, a long, deep, tongue-filled kiss. "Other than the finger thing, what did you think?"

"I kind of liked it. It was definitely different."

"Glad you liked it, even if it was only kind of. Think you might want to try it again sometime? Or maybe try something bigger?"

"Like your cock?"

"Exactly."

"I don't know. Not right now."

"Of course not. Anal sex doesn't work well in a car, though I've done it before. I meant some other time. Think about it; if you don't want to, that's okay. Anything you ever do or don't want to do, all you have to do is tell me."

"Good. Then I want you to fuck me, if you can in this car."

"Of course I can. Lean back; put your leg up on the front seat."

I did as he said, and he manipulated my body into the right position so he could push his cock inside me. He couldn't thrust as deeply as I would have liked; we were in too awkward a position. But it was good enough. I'd missed his cock. "Jay, this is fucking amazing!" I said.

"Or amazing fucking." He was breathing heavily. "God, Sam, your cunt is so fucking tight! I love being inside you!"

"I love feeling you inside me." It was the closest I could come to saying I loved him, which sucked because I knew I did. I had most of my life. "Your cock feels so big in me. I missed it so much!"

He felt so good that it wasn't until he came in me that I realized he wasn't wearing a condom. I panicked. "Jay, you didn't use anything!"

"No, I didn't. Pretty irresponsible of me." He kissed the side of my head. "Sorry, Sam. I wanted you so much I didn't even think."

"I don't believe you. You always have a condom."

"Yep, and I almost always use one, but even I slip up sometimes. Don't worry. You aren't going to catch anything from me; I get tested."

I hadn't even thought about diseases; I was too naïve to think that way. Though now that Jay had mentioned it, I was worried. "I'm not on any birth control," I said.

"I know. It's okay. There's a clinic downtown where we can get you the morning-after pill, and while we're there we can get you on birth control pills. I'll be more careful from now on, but just in case of another slip-up, you should be on the pill or something."

I wasn't sure I wanted to take any pill, but I definitely didn't want to be pregnant. "They aren't open today, though, right?"

"Right, but they will be tomorrow. What time's your last class tomorrow?"

"It gets over at two."

"I'll pick you up then and take you to the clinic. And I'll pay for everything, so don't worry about that." Jay fastened his jeans. "I'm sorry, Sam. The last thing I want to do is cause you any problems or any worries, okay?"

"What if I did get pregnant?" I asked.

"You won't after you take the morning-after pill, but if you ever did, we'd take care of it."

"Take care of it how?"

"We'd talk about it if it ever happened, Sam." Jay sounded irritated. "There's no need to figure it out now, is there?"

"I guess not." Other than me trying to get more information about how Jay felt about me.

I managed to squirm back into my jeans. My pussy was wet from my own juices and from Jay's cum, and it felt a little uncomfortable putting my clothes back on over it. "We can shower when we get to my place," Jay said. "I'm not done with you yet, you know."

"As long as you use a condom next time," I said. I climbed back into the front seat. "Sorry, but I'm a little paranoid now."

"Understandable, especially with parents like yours. Baby, don't worry, okay? There's a pretty good chance you wouldn't have gotten pregnant anyway, and like I said, that pill will take care of it if you did. So don't stress. Do you want to go back to my place or should I take you home?"

"I want to go back to your place." I hadn't spent any time with him in two weeks; my plan was to spend the day with him. There probably wasn't anything to worry about as far as getting pregnant went. I just wished he would tell me what he'd do if I did.

* * *

Monday afternoon, Jay was waiting at the student union building on campus. He took me to a clinic on the other side of town and a while later, I was completely positive that I wasn't pregnant and I had a package of little pills to ensure that I didn't get pregnant. "Feeling better now?" Jay asked when we left the clinic.

"Yeah. Sorry for being so worried about it."

"Don't be sorry." Jay rested his hand on my leg. "Are you working tonight?"

"Yeah, I have to be there at six. I might call in, though. That pill made me feel pretty nasty."

"Yeah, it does that sometimes. Call in if you want. Here." He handed me his cell. "Actually, I'd like to spend some more time with you tonight, so if you call in, I can take you out to dinner."

"Really? I'd like that." 

"Yes, really."

I called my manager and told him I wouldn't be in that night, and Jay drove us to his place. It occurred to me that I should probably call my parents and Randy to let them know I wasn't working, especially since Randy would show up at the store to pick me up at the end of my shift, but if I called them I would have had to tell them where I was. I wasn't exactly sure how they'd react to hearing that I was out with Jay Christian, but I knew it wouldn't be a favorable reaction. So I didn't bother calling. "Can you drop me off at the store at ten thirty?" I asked Jay.

He laughed. "Afraid someone will find out about us? Sam, if you're going to be with me, be with me, okay? Sooner or later, you're going to have to suck it up and tell them. Unless you're planning to keep lying to your family."

"I haven't had to lie to them yet." Not much, anyway. 

"Right. I'm sure you've been perfectly honest about who you've been seeing. Or do they know you've been seeing anyone?"

"They kind of know, but not details. I told them it's someone I met at work. Anyway, aren't you the one who told me not to tell them I was seeing you?" 

"Yes, but that was before things got so intense between us. I want to be able to see you whenever we want, not have to work around your parents and your job."

"I have to work."

"I know. So do I. But I've been thinking about it. I don't like the idea of you lying to your family about me. So don't do it anymore, okay? Tonight I'll drop you at the store to meet your brother, but from now on, you need to be honest with them."

That would be harder than it sounded, but I agreed to try. Why was it so important to Jay, though? Before he'd left on his trip, he'd thought it was funny that I was doing something behind my parents' back. He'd teased me about being a good girl gone bad. Maybe he'd decided he didn't like the bad girl anymore. Or maybe this was another side effect of the thinking he said he'd done while he'd been away.

In his apartment, Jay brought me into his bedroom. "We aren't going to fuck tonight," he said. "You need to take it easy for a few days. I'm sorry again about yesterday. I should have been more careful, and from now on I will be. I don't want you to go through this again."

"It wasn't only your fault," I said. "I could have reminded you about a condom."

"True. So from now on, we'll both be more careful. Make sure you take those pills every night, too." He unbuttoned his shirt. I wanted to touch his chest, but I restrained myself, since he'd just said no sex. "I'm just going to change, and then we can go out to dinner," he said. "Unless you'd rather order in."

"It's up to you."

"No. How are you feeling, Sam?"

"I'd rather order in," I admitted. 

"Then that's what we'll do. But I'm still going to change."

"I'm going into the other room."

"Too much temptation, huh?"

"Yeah."

I went into the living room, and a few minutes later Jay came out of the bedroom wearing a T-shirt and sweats. I'd never seen him dressed so casually, and he looked every bit as sexy as he did in his usual clothes. Even sexier, because I had the feeling he had nothing on under his sweats. He sat beside me on the couch and put his arm around me. "Do you want some water or anything for the pain?" he asked.

"Are you taking care of me?" I was a little surprised.

"Yes, I am. I keep telling you, you're special, Sam. I want to make sure you're okay. I'll be right back." 

He went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of spring water and a pair of ibuprofen tablets. "There you go, baby." He handed them to me. "Now, for supper, Chinese or pizza?"

"Pizza. Pepperoni, please."

"You got it." He picked up the phone and placed the order, then sat down with me again. "Anything else you need?"

"I don't get it," I said. "I know you said you're my boyfriend, but you aren't usually like this. So... so solicitous, I guess is the right word. You usually act like everything's no big deal."

"Usually, everything is no big deal," he said. "But I did a lot of thinking while I was gone, like I told you. I'm not going to change everything for you, Sam. I can't, not all at once at least. But you've always been something special. You deserve the best of everything, including the best of me. You are a big deal, and so is our relationship."

"We have a relationship?" I asked.

"Of course we do. What do you think boyfriend means? Sam, I..." He trailed off. "I care about you a lot. I want to teach you things like we've talked about before, but that isn't the only reason I want to keep seeing you. If you need anything, I'm going to take care of you. Tonight, you're feeling this way because of something I did. So of course I'm going to try to make you feel better."




Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 05



I snuggled against him. Maybe he did love me. That was what it sounded like, at least, even if he hadn't said the words. "I wish we could fuck," I said.

"I wish we could too. I like being close to you that way. But you shouldn't for a couple of days, What's your next day off?"

"Thursday."

He grinned. "Perfect. Thursday night, I'll take you out and fuck your brains out. But for tonight, we'll just hang out together."

That was exactly what we did. We ate pizza, watched movies, and snuggled until it was time for me to meet Randy at the store. Unfortunately, either Jay's clock was slow or Randy had decided to get there early. He was sitting in his car in front of the store when we pulled into the parking lot. "Guess it's time for you to tell one member of your family the truth," Jay said.

"Yeah."

He squeezed my hand. "Don't worry. I'll talk to him with you. He's your brother; he isn't going to kill you or anything."

Jay parked beside Randy and we got out of the car. As soon as he saw us, Randy shot out of his car. "What the hell's going on?"

"Randy, you remember Jay Christian," I said.

"Yeah, and I remember warning you to stay away from him." Randy gave Jay a look that would have lasered holes in anyone but Jay. "What the fuck are you doing with my sister?"

"Dating her," Jay replied calmly. "Sorry you don't like the idea, but it's kind of up to Sam who she dates, isn't it?"

"As long as it isn't you. Sam, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I really like Jay, and he's good to me," I replied. "And I'm thinking it's time for me to think for myself and stop doing everything you and Mom and Dad say. I'm an adult."

"Randy, just back off," Jay said. "You hate my guts. That's fine, even though I think it's kind of lame for you to hold a grudge over something that happened almost ten years ago. But Sam doesn't hate me."

"I can't believe this," Randy said. "Sam, Mom and Dad told me they thought you were seeing someone, but him? Even forgetting what kind of person he is, he's too old for you!"

"He's your age," I said.

"Right. Eight years older than you. You're too innocent to be with someone his age."

"Whose fault is it that I'm supposedly so damn innocent?" I demanded. "Who's kept me a little baby girl all this time? You and our parents haven't protected me, you've jailed me! And I'm not staying in that jail anymore. You want to tell Mom and Dad I'm seeing Jay? Go right ahead. They'll tell me I can't see him, and I'll keep seeing him anyway."

"That's really mature, Sam," Randy said.

"So's you running to Mom and Dad every time I take a breath. You're an adult, supposedly. So am I. So let's be adults."

Randy looked at Jay. "You'd better be treating her right."

"This may come as a shock to you, but I'm capable of doing right by a woman," Jay replied. "And I care a lot about Sam."

"What did you do, skip work to go out with him?" Randy asked me.

"I skipped work because I wasn't feeling well. Jay took me to his place so I could relax." I wasn't about to tell Randy why I hadn't been feeling well. That would just have made his head explode.

"You'd better tell Mom and Dad you weren't working," Randy said.

"I intend to, if you don't open your big mouth first."

"I won't. Let's get going, then, before your manager spots you and figures out why you weren't here."

Jay kissed me. "See you in a couple days, Sam. Thursday, right?"

"Right." 

I got into Randy's car and waved to Jay as we left the parking lot. On the way home, I fell asleep. Randy woke me when we got there. "Go in and get some rest," he said. "Talk to Mom and Dad tomorrow. And you should tell them about Jay sometime, but I won't say anything until you do."

"Good," I said. "Make sure you don't."

* * *

Randy kept his word, as far as I knew. At least, my parents didn't mentioned anything to me about Jay, and if Randy had told them anything, I was pretty sure I would have heard about it. I told them that I'd skipped work, but of course not why.

By Thursday, I was feeling completely fine and was looking forward to seeing Jay again. I got out of class earlier on Tuesdays and Thursdays than the rest of the week, and was hoping Jay would show up to pick me up when I got out. Of course, he was probably working, but I could hope, especially since I'd barely heard from him since Monday. He wouldn't call me when I was home, and when I was at work I wasn't able to talk long. He'd checked up on me to make sure I hadn't had any effects from the morning-after pill, but that had been the only contact.

Just as I walked out of my last class, my cell phone rang. I fished it out of my pocket, knowing it was Jay; he'd bought me the phone, so he was usually the only one who called me on it. "Hello?" I said.

"Hi, baby," Jay said. "Out of class yet?"

"Yeah, I just got out. Are you at work?"

"Nope. Gave myself the day off. That's one advantage to being in charge."

"What do you do for work, anyway?" I'd been wondering; he definitely had plenty of money, but he'd never mentioned what he did.

"This and that," he replied. "It's legitimate, if that's what you want to know. Just a little hard to explain. Anyway, I'm right around the corner. Want to go out on a date?" 

I smiled. "Sure." Though I wasn't sure "date" was the word I'd use. 

"Okay. Come meet me, then. I have a couple errands I have to run, but otherwise the afternoon is yours."

I walked off campus. Jay was parked exactly where he said he'd be, leaning against his car. A couple of girls were staring at him, and one of them shot me a look of sheer hatred when I threw my arms around Jay and kissed him on the lips. "I'm glad to see you," I said.

"I'm glad to see you too. Feeling okay?"

"Feeling very good." I lowered my voice. "And very horny, so I hope we can have some time alone."

"Like I said, the afternoon is yours. Whatever you want to do, wherever you want to go, we can. Have you talked to your parents about me yet?"

"No, not yet."

"Then I'll make sure to have you home at a reasonable time. Get in."

Jay made a few stops, but cut them short. It was less than an hour before we got to his place. Inside, I waited for him to make the first move, but he did nothing. "I thought you wanted me," I said.

"I've told you before that if you want something, you can go after it," he reminded me. "So what do you want?"

I stripped off my clothes. "I want you to touch and kiss me everywhere, and I want you to fuck me."

He grinned. "Damn, Sam, you really aren't a goody two-shoes anymore, are you?"

"Only if you want me to be."

He put his arms around me and kissed me. As his tongue pushed through my lips, his finger penetrated my pussy. I reached down and fondled his cock through his pants. "Take it out," he said. "Let me feel your mouth on it."

I knelt and undid his pants. His large cock sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around it. "It's going to be much better here than in your car," I said.

"You loved it in my car," Jay replied.

"Yes, but it'll be more comfortable here."

"Let's see how comfortable it is. Suck me."

I took his cock in my mouth and sucked just the tip. Jay moaned and ran his fingers through my hair. "That's it, baby," he said. "You're so good at this. Your mouth feels so good on my cock."

I slid my mouth further down his shaft, though I still couldn't go far without gagging. He didn't seem to mind. I licked and sucked him until he said, "Stop, Sam. I don't want to come yet."

I released his cock and stood up. "Does that mean it's my turn now?"

"Yes, it is. Get on the couch."

I lay down and spread my legs. Jay started with my neck and kissed his way down, making sure to give some attention to each of my nipples. By the time he got to my clit, I felt like every inch of me was on fire. I almost screamed when his lips touched my clit. "Oh, god, Jay!"

I felt my orgasm building from the first second he touched me. When I finally came, I thought I was going to pass out. I wasn't sure what I shouted, or if it was even real words. Jay looked up at me and winked. "Did that meet with your approval?"

"Fuck, yes!"

"I would keep eating you, but right now I want to fuck you so bad I think I'd go nuts if I waited." He pulled a little packet out of his pants pocket, then took off his clothes. "I'm prepared this time." He handed the condom to me. "And you get the honor of putting it on."

I wasn't quite sure how to do it, but I opened the packet and tried to unroll the condom onto Jay's cock. Somehow I managed. He laughed at my fumbling. "Learn something new every day, huh?"

"Very funny," I said. I lay back. "So are you going to fuck me or what?"

"Stand up and bend over the couch."

I did as he said, and he slowly slid his cock into me from behind. It felt incredible. I pushed back at him as he thrust into me over and over, finally making me come. A moment later, he gave a hard thrust and groaned, then was still. "Did you like that?" he asked.

"I always like it with you," I said.

"I know you do." He pulled out and tossed the condom in the trash, then sat on the couch and tugged me down beside him. "Did it feel okay?"

"It felt amazing."

"Good." He put his arms around me and kissed my cheek. "You're definitely something special, Sam."

"So are you." 

Stroking my hair, he said, "You know, I don't talk much about what I think or feel. I don't really have anyone to talk to."

"You can talk to me," I said.

"I know. You're the first person I've felt like I could talk to. That's one of the special things about you. And that's why I want to tell you something."

"What?"

He hesitated. "It's hard to say."

"Then you don't have to say it."

"Yeah, I do, because it's something I want you to hear." He took a deep breath. I'd never seen him this reluctant to say anything. If I hadn't known better, I'd have said he was scared. "I love you, Sam."

I almost asked him to repeat it. I couldn't believe what I'd heard. After a second I got over my shock enough to say, "I love you too."

"You know this doesn't change things. I wish it did, but monogamy..."

"Isn't your thing," I finished for him. "It's okay. I know. If you love me, it's okay."

"Okay, then." 

We sat there in silence. Jay held me and I leaned against him, and we just enjoyed being with each other. I wasn't sure how loving me fit in with his fucking other women, but I guessed loving him meant I'd accept it.



Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 06



It was ten o'clock on a Friday night. The convenience store I worked in was packed; I'd had to ask my manager to come out of the office to help me out. Everyone was getting ready for their weekends of partying, which meant plenty of beer, cigarettes, and condoms were needed. Fortunately, or unfortunately from my point of view, we sold all three.

I tried not to look at the line; if I saw how many people were waiting in front of me, it would probably send me over the edge. I needed to pee, I needed a drink of water or soda, and I needed to sit down. But the rush had been going on since seven o'clock and it was unlikely to end any time soon.

"Hey, baby."

I looked at the customer who'd spoken. He wasn't anyone I'd seen before. "Can I help you?" I asked.

"How about your phone number?"

I glanced at my manager. He kept bagging up the bottles of soda his customer had bought, and didn't seem to notice the guy I was waiting on. "How about not," I said. "What are you buying tonight?"

"How much for an hour with you?"

The guy was seriously pissing me off. The old me would have just smiled and gone with the "customer is always right" philosophy, but I'd gained too much confidence to put up with this moron's crap. "If you aren't buying anything, get out of my line," I said. "And my company's worth more than you could imagine."

"Look, bitch, I was trying to be friendly."

"Be friendly to someone else."

"Hey, get a move on," someone called from the back of the line.

"Samantha, what's the problem?" my manager asked.

"Your little chicky here's having an attitude with me," the customer said. "I'm trying to be nice, and she's getting all bitchy on me."

"Samantha?" the manager said.

"He called me baby, asked for my phone number, and asked how much it would cost to spend an hour with me," I said. "I asked him a few times what he's buying, but he seems to think pick-up lines are more important than getting out of the other customers' way."

"Samantha, you can't talk to customers rudely." He turned to the customer. "I'm sorry about that. Is there something I can help you with?"

"A pack of cigarettes, please." He named the brand and shot a glare at me. "See, that isn't so hard, is it?"

"It's not so hard when you're not a jerk," another customer said.

Recognizing the voice, I grinned. "Hi, Jay. Be with you in a minute or ten."

"You're here to wait on customers, not to socialize," my manager snapped. He handed the annoying guy a pack of cigarettes and told him the price. "Get back to work, Samantha."

I made a face after he turned his back, earning giggles from some of the customers. I took the money for the jerk's cigarettes; when I tried to hand him his change, he grabbed my wrist. "Don't ever be a bitch like that to me again," he snarled.

"I strongly suggest you get your hand the hell off my girlfriend." Jay left his place in line and came up to the counter. "You need to learn to take no for an answer."

"Shit." The guy let go of me. "I didn't mean anything."

"Good to know. Now take your cancer sticks and get out of here."

"And you get out of here too!" The manager's forehead veins bulged. "I won't have anyone in my store threatening a customer!"

"But it's okay if one of your customers threatens your employee?" Jay said. "Sam, come with me."

"I'm working," I protested.

"Not here you're not. You quit."

"I do?"

"She does?" the manager said. "I don't think you can do that."

"Hurry up!" one of the other customers said.

I looked at the line, looked at my manager who was glaring at me as though this was my fault, and nodded at Jay. "You're right. I quit. As soon as this line goes down." I wasn't staying out of any sense of obligation to help the manager; I just didn't want the customers to have to wait any longer than necessary.

While I waited on the rest of the customers in my line, my manager avoided looking at me and Jay stood nearby in case of any more problems. Knowing that he was looking out for me made me smile; I felt protected.

Finally, after almost an hour of nonstop customers, the store emptied. "Are you really quitting?" the manager asked.

"I was harassed by a customer and you told me I should stand here and deal with it," I said. "You acted like I was the one with the problem when he was making inappropriate comments to me. Not to mention I've been here since four o'clock with no break, and I need to go to the bathroom. Yes, I quit."

"Then don't show your face here again. Not as an employee and not as a customer."

"No problem," Jay said. "There are plenty of better stores in the area. Come on, Sam."

I left my spot behind the register to stand beside Jay, and dropped my nametag and smock on the counter. "I'll have my brother drop off my uniforms tomorrow, since I'm no longer allowed here," I told the manager. "Have a good life."

Jay took my hand and led me outside. "How do you feel about that?" he asked.

I laughed. "I can't believe you did that! Telling my manager that I was quitting? I thought his eyes were going to pop out!"

"He definitely wasn't impressed. Don't worry about it, though. You'll get another job easily. If you need help finding something, just let me know."

"You have connections, huh?"

"Indeed I do." He leaned on his car and pulled me against him. "Right now, I'd love to be connected to you. What time's Randy supposed to pick you up?"

"He isn't. I told him you were bringing me home."

"And what do your parents think about that?"

"They don't know," I admitted. "I figured you could drop me off at the corner."

"Sam, you told me a couple weeks ago that you were going to talk to your parents about us," Jay said. "When are you going to do that? I don't like it when people don't keep their promises."

"I just haven't had a chance to talk to them yet."

"Make time." 

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, baby." He stroked my hair. "It's pretty damn hard for me to get mad at you. But if you tell me you're going to do something, do it, okay?"

"Okay."

He pressed his lips against mine, and his tongue pushed into my mouth. I met it with my tongue, enjoying the kiss until Jay put his hand on my boob. "Don't do that," I said.

"I thought you liked it when I play with your tits."

"I love that. But people can see us."

"So your sexually frustrated ex-manager might see us having fun. That bothers you?"

"Kind of. Sex is supposed to be private, isn't it?"

Jay grinned. "It can be. It doesn't have to be. I've had sex in public before. It was fun, it was hot, and since no one caught us there was no problem. Well, I got caught once or twice, but in those cases the people who caught us didn't mind. They even joined in one of those times."

"Strangers joined in?" I knew Jay had a wide range of sexual experience, but some of the things he told me astonished me.

"Sure, why not? It wasn't like they forced their way in. It was two guys; they were standing there watching and playing with themselves, and the woman I was with asked me if I minded her helping them out. I didn't mind; I like watching too. So she asked if they wanted to play. We were in a state park, and it was pre-season, so no one else showed up or she probably would have invited them in too."

"Wow." I tried to imagine having sex with three guys, but I couldn't even begin to figure out how that would be possible. And I wasn't sure I wanted to find out; Jay was plenty for me. "Well, I'd rather not have anyone else join in."

He laughed. "I didn't think you'd want that. You're just so sexy, Sam, that sometimes it's hard for me to keep my hands off you. But if you're uncomfortable, let's get in the car and go to my place so I can attack you there."

As I was getting into the car, I glanced at the store. Sure enough, the manager was at the window, watching us. I hoped he'd enjoyed the show; Jay was probably right about him being sexually frustrated.

Instead of driving to his house, Jay took me to a spot nearby that overlooked a river. "Come on, babe," he said. "Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into here."

"Outside. Where it's cold."

"It isn't that cold, and I'll keep you nice and warm. You were interested in the idea of outdoor sex, weren't you?"

"Yeah." It had sounded exciting, though I thought I'd done a pretty good job of hiding that from Jay. Then again, it shouldn't have surprised me that he'd pretty much read my mind. He'd known me since I was little, even though we hadn't seen each other for several years before the night he'd walked into the store and kept me from being robbed. He knew me well.

"This is the quietest place I know. I've never seen anyone else here, not this late at night anyway. So let's try it. You might like it."

I wanted to. I always wanted to have sex with Jay, and the thought of being where we might be seen made my pussy tingle. But I wasn't sure I dared. "What if someone does show up?"

"Then you can decide whether you want to invite them to join." He laughed at the look on my face. "It's okay, Sam. No one will see. Look, if you really don't want to do this, just say so. I promise you, I'll never make you do anything you don't want to do. But I think you do want to try this; otherwise, we would have just gone straight back to my apartment. Was I wrong?"

"No." I couldn't look at him as I admitted, "I want to."

"Then let's get out of the car and see what happens."

We did. Jay went to the front of the car; when I joined him there, he lifted me onto the hood. "You're supposed to wear skirts when you're going to see me," he reminded me.

"I couldn't wear a skirt to work."

"I suppose not. But that means I'm going to have to take off your pants. If you had a skirt on all I'd have to do is push it up, and I'd be able to get at that hot little pussy of yours. Guess it's a good thing you'll be finding another job. Find one that will let you wear skirts."

"You want me to take my pants off out here?"

"It's kind of hard for me to fuck you through them." He rubbed my crotch. "You want to be fucked, don't you?"

"Yes."

"I don't think I heard you."

"I want to be fucked," I said more loudly.

"Thought so." Jay pulled me to the edge of the hood and stood between my legs, pressing his cock against me. "You want that inside you?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I want your cock inside me." Moisture filled my pussy; I ached to feel him thrusting into me. 

Jay pushed my shirt up and unfastened my bra. It was October; the air was cold, and my nipples hardened instantly when they were exposed to it. He rolled them between his thumbs and fingers, and I gasped. "Do you like that, babe?" he asked softly. "Do you like having me play with your tits where anyone can see?"

"It feels so good!" I shivered, partly from cold, partly from arousal. "God, Jay, please fuck me!"

"I knew you'd like this." He undid his pants and let his cock spring free. "So you want to feel that?"

I reached out and stroked his dick with a finger. "Yes, I want this. I want this cock inside my pussy."

"How bad do you want it? Are you wet?"

"Yes."

"Take off your pants and let me see how wet you are."

I unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans, and Jay helped me pull them off. It was way too cold to be that naked outside, but I was so horny I barely felt it. Rubbing my thighs, Jay sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. "God!" I said. "Thought you wanted to see how wet I am."

Without releasing my nipple, Jay slipped a finger into my panties and ran it along my slit. When he touched my clit, I jumped. "Someone's very horny," he said. "You're excited by this, aren't you, babe? You like being outside with your clothes off?"

"Only if you're with me."

"Of course." He pushed his finger inside me. "Feels like you're ready to be fucked, huh?"

"Yes!"

"Then I guess I'd better do something about it." He took a condom out of his pocket and put it on, then grasped my legs and pulled me toward him so my ass was barely on the hood. I struggled; I felt like I was going to fall. "I won't let you fall," he assured me. "Wrap your legs around me so I can get my dick into that hot cunt of yours."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he guided his cock into me. In that position I couldn't move much, but Jay moved enough for both of us, thrusting hard into me until I practically screamed through my orgasm. "Did you like that, babe?" he asked.

"Yes!"

"Good. You know you were loud enough for anyone to hear?"

"I don't care!"

"That's what I was hoping you'd say." 

He kept fucking me through a second orgasm, then finally groaned out his release. "Sam, I swear to god you get better every time I fuck you." He pulled out and tossed the condom aside. I shivered at the loss of his heat. "I know, it's freezing out here," Jay said. He handed me my pants and steadied me while I put them on. "Let's get you home."

We got into the car and he cranked the heat. After a minute, I stopped shivering, though I was still cold. Jay turned the car around and headed back toward town. "What did you think, babe?" he asked.

"That was fucking hot," I said.

"Glad you liked it. That's the second time we've fucked in public. Think it's something you enjoy?"

"I don't think I'd enjoy it if we got caught, but doing it like this when there's no threat of anyone finding us, I liked it."

"Good. I'll turn you into an exhibitionist yet."

I laughed. "Why would you want to?"

"Because you're hot, and I want to show you off. You're so shy and quiet most of the time, Sam, but you're not at all like that in private. Time to let your wild side be seen."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"I'll help you out."

Jay dropped me off at the corner closest to my house. I kissed him goodbye and walked down the street. When I turned around, he was still watching me, making sure I got home safely. 

* * *

My parents were not impressed the next morning when they found out I'd quit my job, even when I told them what had happened with the creepy customer. "You need the money for college, Sam," my father said. "We've talked about this."

"Yes, and I'm amazed that as protective as you are, you would want me working at a place like that," I said. At eighteen, I still didn't have my driver's license or live on my own because my parents wouldn't let me. "You told me after the attempted robbery that you didn't want me working there, so what's changed? Or is money more important than safety?"

"Money is important," my mother said. "But if you really felt unsafe, you did the right thing. I have to admit, I'm relieved that you won't be there anymore. The question is, what are you going to do for work now?"

"The guy I've been dating is going to help me find another job." I was planning to call Jay as soon as I got out of class that afternoon; fortunately, he'd given me my own cell phone, since my parents hadn't been willing to let me have one of those either. 

"I want to know more about this guy," Dad said. "You haven't told us anything other than that you met him at work. What's his name? Where does he live? Details would be nice, Sam."

This was the opening I'd needed to tell them about Jay. I swallowed hard; it wasn't going to go well. "You know him," I said. "His name's Jay Christian."

The reaction was about what I'd expected. "Jay Christian?" Mom repeated. "Randy's friend? Samantha, he's too old for you!"

"Not to mention what kind of person he is," Dad said. "You can't see him."

"Sorry, but I'm eighteen. You can't tell me who I can and can't date."

"You live under our roof, and yes, we can!"

"No, you can't." I kept my voice calm; yelling would just prove to them that I was immature. "Besides, not everything you hear is true. Jay's a good person; he watches out for me. He's the one who kept me from being robbed, and he took care of the guy who was hassling me last night. And he loves me."

"From what your brother's told us about Jay Christian, I doubt he's capable of loving anyone," Dad said.

"Randy's holding a grudge because of something that happened years ago," I said. "He knows I've been seeing Jay. He found out a couple weeks ago. If he's okay with it, you should be."

"Randy knew and didn't tell us?" Dad's face was turning red. "Sam, that boy... rather, that man is eight years older than you. He's too old, he isn't a good person no matter what you think, and as long as you're living in this house, you will not date him!"

Not raising my voice would be harder if Dad was yelling. And being completely unreasonable, which as far as I was concerned he was. "Then I guess I'll have to move out," I said. "I love Jay and he loves me. He treats me well, and I'm not breaking up with him. If I have to live somewhere else to be able to see him, I'll find somewhere else to live."

"Don't be ridiculous, Samantha," Mom said. "You don't even have a job. How would you afford a place to live?"

"I can get another job." And Jay would probably help me find a place to stay. Maybe he'd even ask me to move in with him if he knew how ridiculous things were with my parents. 

"Let's just settle down," said Dad, ironically since he was the one who was least settled. "Sam, don't you understand that your mother and I are just trying to protect you?"

"Yes, and Jay tries to protect me too," I said. "Look, I get that you're worried. I get that you think he's too old for me and that he'd going to do something to hurt me. But you're wrong. He would never hurt me."

"This isn't going anywhere," Mom said. "We're talking in circles. Sam, we don't want to you see Jay anymore. End of conversation."

"Then we'll end the conversation, but that doesn't mean I'm going to do what you say. I'm going for a walk."

"Don't leave this house," Dad ordered.

"Stop me." Damn. I'd gone immature after all.

I walked out the door. As soon as I was out of sight of the house, I took out my cell and called Jay. "Are you busy today?" I asked when he answered.

"I have a few things to do, but nothing you couldn't tag along on," he replied. "Where are you? I'll come pick you up."

Relieved that he apparently wasn't going to ask why I was calling, I said, "I'm walking to the corner where you dropped me off last night."

"Okay. I'll meet you there in a few minutes. You don't mind waiting there, do you?"

If I stayed in one place, my parents might come after me. Then again, they never had before. They'd probably gotten used to me being argumentative. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Good. See you in a few, then."

I stood at the corner for what felt longer than it really was because I was bored. Finally Jay stopped at the curb beside me. "Sorry I took so long," he said. "I was in the middle of something when you called. Get in; we're going to Tillie's for a few minutes."

"Is that what you were in the middle of? Tillie?"

Jay laughed. "No, I actually haven't fucked her since the day I told you I love you. Which doesn't mean I wouldn't; I just haven't felt like it. You and I've been seeing each other more; I'm pretty well satisfied. I was in the middle of trying to arrange to have a new bed delivered to my apartment."

"Did you break the old one?"

"You're a real wiseass this morning, aren't you. No, I didn't break the old one, but you can help me try to break the new one when it arrives. It's supposed to be delivered this afternoon." He put his hand on my thigh. "You never know, maybe one of the delivery guys will be really hot and he'll help us break in the bed."

"I hope you're joking."

"You've had a threesome before."

"Yeah, with you and Tillie. It wouldn't be the same thing with you and another guy."

"Believe me, I think you'd be able to handle it."

We drove up to Tillie's house. A couple of cars were out front. "She's got some hairstyles to do today," Jay said. "We'll just be here a couple minutes. She sold some stuff for me."




Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 06



"What kind of stuff?" I tried to squash the thoughts in my mind of the rumors I'd heard about Jay, including that he sold drugs. 

"Some old books that I bought online. She has a regular hair customer who's an antiques dealer; she got a pretty good price for the books. What did you think I meant?"

"I don't know."

"Don't lie, Sam."

I sighed. "You know what people say about you. I know it isn't true, but I've heard it for so long, when you say stuff like that I have trouble not thinking it."

"At least you're being honest now. It hurts that you'd think I would do something like that, Sam. Yeah, I did sell pot for a little while right out of high school, but I gave that up after a few months. Everything I do now is legitimate."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. But you should know me better than that, Sam. It means a lot to me that you believe in me. Please don't stop believing in me."

I put my hand on his. "I do believe in you."

"Good. Then let's go in and get my money from those books."

Tillie was busy putting curlers in a woman's hair, but she stopped for a moment when we came in and hugged each of us. "Sam, you haven't been here in a long time," she scolded. "What's up with that? We had fun last time, didn't we?"

"I've been busy with school and stuff," I replied. I hadn't thought Tillie would care that I hadn't been to see her since the day I'd hooked up with her. I blushed a little at the memory.

"Well, try to make time. With or without the man here." She nudged Jay. "You haven't been around lately either."

"You know how it is," Jay said. "No promises. Do you have the money from those books?"

Tillie scowled. "Sure. Hang on." She left the room and came back a few seconds later with a check, which she handed to Jay. "I don't know where you got those books, but they were worth quite a bit, apparently."

Jay folded the check without looking at it and stuffed it in his pocket. "Thanks. I owe you one."

"You owe me more than one. I have to get back to work; why don't you two stop by sometime during the week when I'm not busy?"

"We'll see what we can do." Jay took my hand. "See you later, Tillie."

We got back into Jay's car, and he headed for his apartment. "She wasn't very happy," I said.

"Tillie's always had a thing for me," Jay replied. "She knows with her and me, it's just sex. I've made that clear to her many times. She just doesn't want to hear it. I think she caught on that there's more than that between you and me, and she doesn't like it. She hoped that she'd be the one to get me to stop playing around."

"You haven't stopped," I said.

"I haven't said I'm stopping, but like I said, I haven't played with anyone since you and I had that talk a couple weeks ago. Anyway, let's go to my place and see what we can do with the old bed before the new one gets there." 

Jay's apartment was spotless. I couldn't image how he kept it that clean; I could barely manage to clean my room! He pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, though not much force was needed. "I've wanted to do that since I picked you up," he said. "Last night was just an appetizer. You looked so hot sitting on the hood of my car like that." He let go of me and went to his computer desk to pick up a camera. "I was thinking we should tape ourselves."

"You mean like videotape?" I cringed. I'd only seen myself on video a couple of times, and I hated how I looked. 

"Yes, that's what I mean," Jay said. "Don't you want to know what you look like when you fuck me?"

"You want to tape us fucking?" For some reason, it hadn't occurred to me that that was what he meant. Sometimes I was still a little too innocent. 

"That's exactly what I want to do. Are you scared to do it?"

"What if someone else sees it?"

"No one's going to see it unless one of us shows them. Right now, it would just be for us."

"Right now?" 

He laughed. "You really are scared about this. Babe, you know I think you're hot. I like fucking you, and I think about it a lot when you aren't around. So why not have a video I can watch when I can't fuck you? And watching it together can be fun too. We don't have to. If you really don't want to do it, we won't. But I think you're a little bit turned on by it, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little." As long as no one else would see it.

"Then let's do it." He went to his computer and turned on his cam. "The cam will record it, but I have it set so no one online can view it. It's just going to record, all right?"

"I guess so."

Jay put his arms around me and kissed me. His tongue tickled my lips and he pushed my shirt up so it covered only the tops of my breasts. "It isn't recording yet, is it?" I asked.

"Yes, it is."

"Okay." I pulled away from him and took off my shirt. "Like this?"

"Yeah." He took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Just like that."

The cam was pointed straight at us. I tried to forget it was there, but it wasn't easy to. Not at first, anyway. As Jay's hands explored my body, running over my boobs and ass, the last thing on my mind was the cam.

Jay moved me toward the bed, glancing at the cam as he did to make sure it was still showing us. He let go of me for a moment and went over to adjust it. "This is going to be hot," he said. "Think about it, Sam. Fucking me while the camera films it. How does that make you feel?"

"I don't like how I look on camera."

Jay kissed my neck. "You're going to look sexy, just like you do in real life. Remember, no one but us will see this, unless you want someone else to."

I couldn't imagine wanting anyone else to see our homemade porn, but the idea seemed to excite Jay. He kissed me harder, then pushed me down on the bed and covered my body with his. I felt his hardness against me, and raised my hips to meet it. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I want you to fuck me."

He shifted his weight so he could reach up under my skirt. "Good girl, you listened to what I told you about what to wear," he said. "We should get you some more skirts; you look so hot in them."

"Right now, you should get it off me," I said. 

"Someone's getting hornier, huh?" Jay stood and pushed my skirt up above my waist. "I don't think I want to strip you. I think the video will be sexier if you're still wearing your clothes. Makes you look like you can't wait to feel my cock."

"I can't." Though I wished he hadn't mentioned the video. It made me nervous to remember that the cam was running. It also made me wetter.

"Don't worry about the cam," he said, as though he'd read my mind. "I'm just going to fuck you. Nothing we haven't done before." He pushed down his pants to show his long cock. "Just going to put this inside your tight cunt, babe. Is that okay with you?" 

"Fine with me."

He took a condom from his nightstand and put it on, then grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. With my feet up on his shoulders, he leaned forward and pushed his cock inside me. I moaned. "Feel good, babe?" he asked.

"It feels amazing. Fuck me, please!"

He thrust in and out, looking me in the eye the entire time. I gasped and moaned as he fucked harder, then cried out when he reached down to finger my clit. The stimulation of his cock and fingers made me come within minutes. "God, Jay, don't stop fucking me!" I shouted as I came.

"I'm not going to stop until I come," he said.

He kept fucking me for a moment longer, then pulled out and said, "Turn over." When I was positioned on my hands and knees, he slammed his cock back in hard enough to make me scream, then picked up the pace of fucking me. "That's it, babe," he said. "God, I love fucking you like this. I love looking at your sexy little ass while we fuck. Oh, fuck, Sam!"

He gave a couple of hard thrusts before he groaned and was still. He pulled out of me, and I collapsed onto my side. "That was good," I said.

Jay laughed. "Just good?" He tossed the condom into the trash and lay beside me. "I'd say it was better than good. And you didn't even mind the cam."

"I forgot about it," I admitted.

"Good." He put his arms around me and pulled me against him. "I love you, Sam."

My heart soared. He'd told me before how he felt, but he didn't say it often. "I love you too."

"Good." He snuggled against me. "We'll watch the movie later."



Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 07



I hated filling out job applications. I'd lucked into my previous job without having to do an application; the owner of the convenience store where I'd worked had given me a break because he knew my next-door neighbor. But since my boyfriend had talked me into quitting that job a few days earlier, I had to find another job, and I didn't have anyone to call in favors from.

So Monday after my last class, I walked downtown and caught the bus out to the local mall. I could have gotten a ride from Jay if I'd asked, but I didn't want to make him stand around while I filled out the applications. Fortunately, since it was nearing holiday season, most of the stores in the mall were hiring, and by the time I left I'd filled out and left four or five applications, and had a stack more in hand.

I got onto the bus to go home and sank into a seat near the front. Then I heard someone toward the back call, "Hey, Sam!"

I turned around and saw Devin, a guy I'd gone to high school with. I got up and went to sit beside him. "How's it going?" I asked.

"Not as well as it is for you, apparently," he said.

"What are you talking about?"

"I heard you're dating Jay Christian. And it looks like you have a lot of fun with him."

"Looks like? Where have you seen us?" Jay had talked me into sex in his car a few days earlier, but I was pretty sure no one had seen us there, and he and I didn't often go out around town.

"You don't know, do you." Devin looked out the window, then back at me. "Um, it's kind of embarrassing to have to tell you this, but you're online. There's a site that has videos of people, well, you know, and there's a video of you and him on there."

He had to be joking. A video of Jay and me? I knew what kind of site he was talking about, of course; I was naïve, but not that naïve. Jay had filmed us fucking the last time I'd been at his place, but he'd promised me no one else would ever see it. How the hell had it ended up online?

Something in my eyes must have scared Devin, because he gulped and slid over closer to the window. "I don't usually watch that kind of stuff, but one of my college buddies was goofing around on the site one day," he said. "When I recognized you, I shut it off. I mean, I know you. I don't want to watch you... you know."

I didn't believe him for a second. He wasn't even trying to look me in the eye, and I knew enough about guys to have a pretty good idea that if he and his buddy had been watching porn, it would have been even more exciting to them to recognize someone. Ordinarily I would have been embarrassed as hell to be sitting beside someone who'd seen me fucking someone else, but fury overwhelmed embarrassment this time. "I'm not mad at you," I said. "I'm mad at the lying bastard who put that online in the first place."

"Well, yeah, you should be," Devin said quickly. "I mean, if you didn't know it was there, that's just wrong."

"Yes. Yes, it is." And I'd have a few choice words for Jay next time I talked to him. How dare he put our movie online for anyone to see? Didn't he have any respect for me at all? He'd said he loved me, but obviously that was total bullshit. If you loved someone, you didn't take a video of them fucking you and put it all over the Internet!

"I'm sorry," Devin said. "I wouldn't have mentioned it if I'd realized you didn't know about it."

"You shouldn't have mentioned it anyway," I snapped. "What kind of person tells someone they've seen that kind of video of them? What were you thinking, that I'd be so excited about you seeing it I'd give you a real-life show?"

"I thought you said you weren't mad at me."

"I lied." I pulled the buzzer for the next stop. "Thanks for the update. Enjoy jerking off to the porn you watch."

The bus stopped in front of a laundromat, and I got off. I wasn't sure exactly where I was, but I knew one thing: there was no way I was staying on that bus knowing that Devin had seen that video. Not to mention knowing that some of the passengers sitting near us had probably heard the conversation. 

I took my cell phone out of my jacket pocket and scrolled through the few numbers I'd programmed into it. I couldn't call home for a ride; my parents didn't know yet that I had a cell. They'd refused to get me one, and when I'd been working I'd spent too much of my income on college texts, clothes, and saving up to get out of my parents' house. Jay had bought me the phone, and even though my parents knew now that I was seeing him, I wasn't sure how they'd react to knowing he'd given me a cell phone. 

They hadn't reacted well to hearing that I was seeing Jay, for that matter; they thought that at twenty-six, he was too old for me, since I was only eighteen. They'd also heard too many negative things about him over the years, since Jay had been best friends with my brother Randy until they'd gotten into a fight in high school over a girl both of them had liked. Most of the bad things my parents had heard had come from Randy, but there had also been rumors around town for years that Jay was into drugs and other illegal or at least sketchy things. My parents, like most in our town, believed what they heard without taking the time to find out if it was true. 

The only other numbers in my phone were Randy's and Jay's. Randy would have come to pick me up, but he would have wanted to know why I was upset, and I didn't want to give him yet another reason to hate Jay, especially since he'd gotten used to the idea that Jay and I were dating and actually sort of supported me in it. 

So it would have to be Jay. Pretty ironic, when I thought about it; the reason I was stranded in a neighborhood I didn't know was the person who'd have to come rescue me from it. If I'd been closer to home, I would have decided to just walk. Since my parents had never allowed me to learn to drive, I was used to walking long distances. But I was tired from walking around the mall, and besides, Jay owed me. I pressed the button to dial his number.

He picked up on the first ring. "Hi, Sam. What's up?"

"I'm standing in front of the..." I looked at the Laundromat and read the name on the sign out loud. "I was on the bus, but I bailed. Come pick me up, please." Despite how pissed I was at him, I couldn't stop myself from adding the "please". 

"Sure, no problem. Do you think you're okay there until I get there? That's a pretty skanky area."

I looked around. The buildings did look pretty seedy, but I didn't see anyone around, and there was a coffee shop a few hundred yards away that seemed to still be open. I'd probably be all right in there. "Yeah, I'm going to go have a cup of hot chocolate or something."

"Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes. Be careful."

"Yeah."

He hung up, and I slipped my phone back into my pocket and walked over to the coffee shop. It was almost empty; an elderly man wearing a coat that looked at least twice my age was the only other customer. I went to the counter and ordered a cup of hot chocolate, which earned me a strange look along with a cup of some barely-identifiable brown liquid. "Dollar," the counter person muttered.

I handed him a dollar and sat down to wait for Jay. The counter man and the elderly man both kept looking at me, which made me uncomfortable. Feeling uncomfortable ticked me off. I wouldn't even be here if Jay hadn't put that video online. This was his fault, and he was going to hear about it when he showed up.

Finally, I saw his car through the front window. I left my cup, which was still more than half full since I hadn't been able to stomach much of the hot so-called chocolate, on the table and hurried outside. When I got into the car, Jay leaned over to give me a kiss, but I dodged him. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Did anyone hassle you while you were waiting?"

"No." I fastened my seat belt and leaned back. "I'm ready."

Jay gave me a long look, but I refused to look back at him. He put the car into drive and pulled away from the curb. "How'd you end up here, anyway?" he wanted to know. "This isn't the usual place for anyone to get off the bus."

"I wanted to get away from a fan."

"Fan? What are you talking about?"

"Someone who saw the video you swore no one else would ever see. You're a lying sack of shit, Jay, you know that?"

"Now wait just a minute! I came out here to get you; I didn't have to do that. You're thanking me by swearing at me?"

"I called you because there wasn't anyone else I could call, and because if it hadn't been for you putting that video online, I would have stayed on the bus. Someone who knew me from school saw it, Jay. Do you have any idea how I felt knowing that someone I knew saw me fucking you? You promised me no one else would ever see it!"

"I know." Jay rubbed his face. "Sam, all I can say is I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upload that video. I was uploading some others, and that one just ended up with them."

"Bullshit."

"I know it sounds that way, but it's true. I set it to upload several files, and I highlighted that one without meaning to. By the time I realized it, it was already uploading."

"So wait a minute," I said. "You were uploading other files. Other porn files? Videos of you with other women?"

"A couple of them were." Jay didn't hesitate; he knew I knew about his times with other women. So far, I hadn't let them bother me. "The others were videos I took of women and other guys. I have friends who ask me to film them from time to time."

That thought made my head spin, so I didn't bother responding to his statement. "So when you realized you'd uploaded our video, why didn't you delete it?"

"I don't know." Jay lowered his voice. "Because it turned me on to think that other people might see it. It turned me on to think of people watching me fuck such a sexy girl, knowing that they couldn't have you."

"They couldn't? When did we decide to be exclusive?"

I'd caught him there. Even though Jay had said he loved me, he'd so far refused to agree to stop seeing other women, though I knew he hadn't fucked anyone else lately. At least, he'd said he hadn't, though since he'd been dishonest about the video I wasn't sure I could trust him about anything else. "We didn't," he admitted. "But you keep saying you don't want to be with anyone else. If you want to, go for it. I certainly can't be jealous."

"This isn't about whether I'm going to fuck anyone else," I snapped. "This is about you putting a video online that you promised would be just between us, and someone I know seeing that video. If he saw it, who knows who else might have seen it and recognized me? I can't even look people in the eye now, because they might have seen me in online porn!" My tone was that of a hysterical bitch, but I didn't care. I had a right to be a hysterical bitch right then. 

"Sam, it's pretty unlikely that many people have seen it," Jay said. "And if they have, they're the ones who are watching online porn. You don't have any more to be embarrassed about than they do."

"Is there a way to remove a video from that site once it's uploaded?"

"Yes. Do you want me to remove it?"

"Um, duh! And while you're at it, you can explain to me why you didn't bother telling me it was there."

"Because I knew you'd react like this. Seriously, Sam, I understand why you're upset, but it isn't a big deal. Sex isn't anything bad, and people like watching other people have sex. You didn't do anything wrong, and neither did I."

"Yes, you did. You lied to me."

Jay stared through the windshield without speaking for a few minutes. "You know," he said finally, "I know you're only eighteen, but you aren't really a kid anymore. You're sure acting like one, though. I didn't intend that video to end up online, so how did I lie?"

"Lying by omission. You didn't tell me about it being posted. If I'd known, I at least would have been prepared when the guy on the bus mentioned it. And you could have just deleted it in the first place." His reaction was pissing me off. How could he act like I was the problem here? This was his fault!

"Fine. I should have told you. And I guess I should have deleted it. I'm sorry, Sam." He reached for my hand, but I pulled it back. "All right, be ticked. I'm admitting I was wrong, Sam. I love you. I don't want this to mess things up with us. I won't take any more videos or pictures if you don't want me to; then you won't have to worry about where they might end up."

Being filmed had excited me, but that didn't mean I'd wanted to have it seen. I'd actually wanted to forget it had happened; it made me feel slutty to know that I'd had sex in front of a camera. Slutty in a bad way. I definitely hadn't planned on doing it again, even before this had happened, so Jay's promise didn't mean much. "Thanks for the thought," I said. "Too bad I wouldn't have let you film me again anyway."

"Okay, fine." Jay took a deep breath. "Sam, you're too angry to have a discussion about this. I'm trying to think of ways to make it better, and you're just sniping at me. Why don't we drop it for now and talk about it tomorrow, after you've had time to calm down a little?"

"You really think I'm going to calm down about this?"

"I hope you do, because otherwise we're going to have some problems. I want to keep seeing you, but if you're going to hold a grudge, it'll be kind of hard for us to be together."

He had a point. I bit my tongue to keep from saying I wasn't sure I wanted to see him anymore; that would have been a lie. I did want to keep seeing him. I just wasn't sure I could, given how dishonest he'd been. "I guess you're right," I said. "I'll sleep on it."

"And I'll delete the video from that site as soon as I get home. That'll be the end of it, okay?"

"Sure." But it wouldn't be, because as long as I knew he'd done this, I'd never be sure I could trust him.

We didn't say anything again till we got to my house. Usually I had Jay drop me at the nearest corner, but tonight I didn't think to tell him to, and he apparently figured it would be okay to leave me at the house. It didn't really matter; I'd had him drop me off at the corner to keep my parents from finding out about him, but since they knew now that I was dating him there was no reason to hide him from them. I didn't expect to see my father looking out the front window, though. 

Jay tried to pull me to him for a kiss. This time, I allowed him a peck on the lips, but nothing more. "My dad's watching," I explained.

Jay looked toward the house and waved. Dad glared. "I get it," Jay said. "They know about me, though, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Then they'll have to get used to the idea. But I won't push it now." He caressed my hand. "Have a good night's sleep, Sam, and call me tomorrow. Please. I want this to be okay between us."

"Yeah." I got out of the car and restrained myself from slamming the door.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I was calmer. That didn't mean I was any less angry with Jay, though. He'd lied to me and he'd betrayed my trust; how could he think I'd forgive him so quickly? I wasn't sure I'd be able to forgive him at all. 

I went to my classes and managed to act like nothing was bothering me. When I got out of class, I automatically took my cell out of my pocket to call Jay, but stopped myself. I didn't want to talk to him. If I called, he'd think I wasn't angry anymore. If I didn't, he'd wonder what was going on. I decided to let him suffer.

In one of my classes, the instructor had assigned a paper. If I went home, I'd feel obligated to get to work on it, but I wasn't in the mood to work. So I headed across town to Jay's friend Tillie's house.

I wasn't completely sure what to think about Tillie. Jay fucked her on a regular basis, though he claimed he hadn't touched her since the day he'd first told me he loved me. Given recent events, I wasn't sure I could believe him about that, especially since Tillie was really into him. She'd been upset the last time Jay had taken me to her place because he'd turned her down for some "fun". At first, I'd thought she didn't like me, but then Jay and I had gone to her place and ended up in a threesome with her. Which had surprised the heck out of me, because I hadn't thought I had any interest in women until then.

I'd hooked up with Tillie once on my own, too, one time when Jay and I'd had a fight. I still didn't think of myself as bi, but I had to admit it had been interesting fucking another woman. Today I was going to Tillie's for sympathy and commiseration about what a jerk Jay had been, but I knew I wouldn't turn her down if she tried to hook up with me again.

When I got to Tillie's, she was in the middle of dying a woman's hair. "Hey, Sam," she greeted me. "Come on in. I'm almost done with Tasha."

"You're not even close to done," Tasha argued. "You're just putting in the dye."

"Who's the stylist here, me or you? I'll be putting you under the dryer for half an hour after I get the dye in, so I'll be done with you for that half hour and Sam and I'll be able to talk. Sam, have you met Tasha?"

The woman didn't look like any of the women I'd seen at Tillie's the other times I'd been there. "No, I don't think so."

"Ah, well, this is Tasha. Tasha, this is Sam. She's Jay's woman."

Tasha barked a laugh. "Jay's woman? That's a joke. Since when does Jay have a singular woman?"

"Since he met Sam, and shut up or I'll dye your eyes to match your hair. Sam, have a seat and we can talk in a few minutes."

I sat in one of the chairs that Tillie had by her window and watched her work on Tasha's hair. Finally, she led Tasha over to the hood dryer and sat her down. With the dryer on, Tasha was unlikely to be able to hear anything we said. Tillie sat beside me. "Where's your man?" she asked.

"Don't know, don't care." I swallowed, giving myself time to persuade myself I wasn't going to cry. "He lied to me, and right now I'm so pissed I don't care if I never see him again."

"Uh oh. What happened?"

I filled her in about the video, cringing inwardly because I didn't know what she'd think of me for fucking for the camera in the first place. She patted my thigh comfortingly as I spoke. "Nothing wrong with that," she said when I stopped talking. "Personally, I get off on playing for the camera. Jay's filmed me a few times, though only once with him."

"Yeah, but did he post the video online without telling you?"

"Hell no. I would have killed him if he'd done that. Is that what he did to you?"

I nodded. "He said it was an accident, that he was uploading several videos at once and added that one without realizing it, but then when he did realize it he left it up there. And someone I know from high school saw it and told me about it, which was probably the most embarrassing experience I've ever had."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, but I know what you mean." Tillie stroked my hair. "That's horrible, Sam. Did he at least have the courtesy to apologize?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure I accept the apology. I'm not sure I can trust him again after that, Tillie. If he did something like this once, he could easily do it again."

"I don't think he would. He really cares about you." A tinge of jealousy colored her voice. "But it makes sense you'd worry about it. Do you want to hang around a while longer? Tasha will be leaving after I rinse her hair, and if you're up for it we could spend some time together after she goes."

Tillie's hand made its way from my hair to my breast, and though she pulled her hand away immediately as though it had been an accident, the touch left no question as to her meaning. And despite the anger and hurt that I felt, my body responded to her touch. "I'll stick around," I said.

While we waited for Tasha to be done under the dryer, Tillie and I chatted. I hadn't really gotten to know her very well; the times I'd been there before had been taken up either by Jay or by sex, or both. But now we talked about ourselves, our lives. She told me how she'd ended up in her line of work, which for a while had included services other than hair styling, and how she'd decided to scale back to only doing hair. I told her about how stifling my parents were and how little I knew about anything other than school and family. "We'll have to do something about that," she said. "You and I should hang out more often. Not even necessarily to do anything, but just so you have friends other than Jay, if you even decide to keep seeing him. You need a life, girl."




Goody Two-Shoes Ch. 07



"Tell me about it," I said. "I can't even drive, though my brother said he'd help me get my permit and license."

"Well, hurry up and take him up on that, and then get that man of yours to help you find a cheap car. I know he has connections somewhere that would help out with that. Even if you stay pissed at Jay, you should keep him around; he can do a lot of things for you aside from what I'm sure he does for you in bed."

I laughed. "Yeah, I have to admit, he has some skills there."

"Skills? Damn, girl, the man's practically a genius! But since you're ticked at him, you probably don't want to think about that."

The timer she'd set for Tasha's hair went off, and she got up to get Tasha out from under the dryer. While she rinsed Tasha's hair, they had a conversation I couldn't quite hear over the running water. When she brought Tasha over to the styling chair, she said, "Hey, Sam, do you mind if Tasha joins us this afternoon?"

"Joins us?"

"You know what I mean."

"Tillie and I were talking about you," Tasha added. "You're pretty hot, you know. I wouldn't mind getting a little action with you."

So Tillie had gone from sympathizing with me to deciding that not only would she and I hook up, but we'd have a threesome with her hair customer. Ordinarily I probably would have run; I didn't like the idea of sex with someone I didn't know, and definitely wasn't sure about the idea of sex with two women. It had been weird enough when Jay and I'd done it with Tillie. But once again, my body responded in a way my mind wouldn't have expected. What the hell; at least for a little while I'd have something to think about other than what a bastard Jay was. "I guess that'd be okay."

Tillie finished with Tasha's hair, then bent and gave Tasha a deep kiss. Tasha's hand came up to fondle Tillie's boobs. Seeing it, my pussy moistened and my hand, seemingly on its own, moved down to rub myself. 

"Like what you see, huh?" Tasha asked.

Startled, I blushed. "Don't worry about it, Sam," Tillie said. "You're supposed to like it. But why don't you get over here and join us?"

Tentatively, I went closer. When I was within reach, Tillie grabbed my hand and pulled me against her. Her mouth pressed against mine, and her tongue filled my mouth. I felt a hand on my butt and realized after a second that it was Tasha's. The wetness between my legs increased, reinforcing my apparent bisexuality, even though before I met Tillie I would have sworn I was totally straight.

Tillie broke the kiss. "Let's go to my room," she said. "It's more comfortable there, and there's less chance of being interrupted."

Tasha and I followed her upstairs. "So you don't like to be filmed?" Tasha asked me.

"I didn't mind it," I admitted. "I don't like being lied to, though, and I don't like it when people break promises. And I really don't like the idea that millions of people can see me having sex with my boyfriend."

"Maybe he shouldn't be your boyfriend anymore." Tasha goosed me. "Maybe what you really need is a girlfriend."

"Leave her alone," Tillie said. "She's Jay's until she or he decides otherwise."

"Then what the fuck's she doing going to your bedroom with us?"

"Getting a little stress relief." Tillie turned and winked at me. "Right, Sam?"

"Right."

In Tillie's room, Tillie and Tasha immediately stripped their clothes off. I just stood there like an idiot; I wasn't sure I wanted to be naked in front of them. Tillie had seen me before, but Tasha was a stranger, and apparently had an attitude. Plus her body was completely gorgeous, and mine definitely didn't measure up.

Tillie didn't give me much time to be indecisive. She grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. "Rules of the room," she said. "You have to be naked to be in here."

Tasha studied me while I took off the rest of my clothes. "Not bad," she said. "No wonder Jay's into you."

"He isn't into me because of my body," I said. 

"Right, because Jay Christian doesn't want anything to do with sex." She laughed. "Don't delude yourself, kid. Why do you think he posted that video? Any woman Jay dates, it's always all about sex."

"Shut up, Tasha." Tillie's tone carried a warning. 

"Oh, come off it. You know Jay better than I do. Am I lying?"

"Sam's different. Quit bugging her, or you can go home."

"Whatever."

I was surprised that Tillie was sticking up for me. When I'd first met her, she hadn't liked me much; as time went on, even though she acted nice to me, she'd become jealous of my relationship with Jay. But apparently that didn't mean someone else could put me down.

Tillie pulled me onto the bed with her, and gestured for Tasha to join us. "Are you going to behave, Tasha?" Tillie asked.

"Hell, no. But I'll shut up about Jay if it makes you happy."

"It does." Tillie kissed her. One of her hands slid between Tasha's legs; the other slipped between mine. 

I moaned when Tillie's fingers touched my clit. Jay was incredible in bed, at least from my limited experience, but it was even better with Tillie. She touched me the way she liked to be touched, and from the sounds Tasha made around the kiss, Tillie was touching her the same way.

Tasha played with my boob, heightening the pleasure for me. It occurred to me that I should do something besides just lying there enjoying myself, so I rubbed a finger against Tillie's clit. Tillie broke her kiss with Tasha and kissed me instead. "Hey, no fair," Tasha complained.

Tillie stopped kissing me long enough to say, "Find something else to do with your mouth," then pushed her tongue back against mine.

I felt Tasha's lips against my leg. She kissed her way up my thigh, and Tillie moved her hand when Tasha's mouth reached my pussy. I tried to keep up the rhythm of my finger on Tillie's clit while Tasha ate me, but it wasn't easy, especially when my body tensed as an orgasm crashed over me. I cried out into Tillie's mouth and bucked my hips so hard Tasha had to back away. "Damn, Sam," Tasha said. "You are fucking hot!"

Tillie stopped kissing me. "She tastes damn good, too, doesn't she?"

"Fuck, yes." Tasha moved up to kiss Tillie on the lips. "There, share the taste."

"Mmm, thank you."

Tasha grinned at me. "So, do you eat as good as you come?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Let's find out." She lay on her back, legs spread. "Eat me. Tillie, get on my face, and I'll eat you while she does me."

I positioned my face between Tasha's legs and licked her clit. "That's weak," Tasha said. "Come on, I know you can do this."

I thought about what Tillie had done to me, and did my best to do the same to Tasha. She tasted musky, a clean but definitely female taste. I heard Tillie's moans as Tasha went to work on her, and that spurred me on to try to make Tasha moan even louder, even though her mouth was hard at work on Tillie's pussy.

We were so involved with each other that none of us heard the bell over Tillie's shop door, which she'd forgotten to lock. None of us heard the footsteps on the stairs. The first inclination we had that we were no longer alone in the place was when Jay said, "Gee, looks like I got here just in time." 



Goody-Two-Shoes Makes A Friend



This is for Tom and Will and the others of you who wanted to know what happened next. I hope you enjoy reading my little tale. My grateful thanks to my editor for her efforts. Any mistakes remaining are mine own.

* * * * *

When Carly awoke from the wild erotic dream in which she was the central figure, Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking concerned. She rubbed her eyes, yawning. "'Morning, Jack."

"Good morning, Carly. Sleep okay?"

"Mmm, yes. Something up?"

"Dunno. You were making some strange noises. Claire just sent me through to see if you were okay, or if there was anything you wanted?"

Unable to repress the thought of Jack's prick, Carly grinned, feeling herself flush.

"Yes, Carly. That especially." Jack's tone was dry but he was grinning, too.

"Seriously?"

"Well, as serious as your sister ever is about anything connected with sex, but yes, seriously."

Carly flipped back the bedclothes and wriggled back to make room for her brother. She held up her arms in welcome. "Please," she murmured.

Jack smiled and stood to discard his robe. When he turned to her, Carly saw that his erection was well on its way to completion. 

"Nice one, mister."

Jack lay beside Carly and took her in his arms, kissing her softly.

"I must have been dreaming of you, Jack, because I'm wet already," Carly said, pushing him back, "so let's just fuck, no need for foreplay. I want to feel that monster of yours inside me again." She spread her legs in invitation.

Jack kissed her again and then moved so that he was between her legs, his erection full, hot and hard. Carly reached down and held him lightly.

"You drive, I'll navigate," she said, guiding him into herself as he moved forward, then gasped as she felt Jack's hardness penetrate her recently-virgin depths. "Oh, yes," she hissed. "Fuck me, Jack!"

A little while later Claire grinned as she heard her sister's tight scream from the adjacent bedroom. Well done, husband. Now save some for me. Her hand moved down, her fingers sliding between her spread legs.

* * * * *

Carly was making leisurely lengths of the pool when the doorbell rang, her pussy still tingling from the lovemaking she and Jack had shared less than an hour earlier. She glanced over at Jack, who was lying on a poolside towel, an expression of bliss on his face as Claire rode his erection on a slow journey to ecstasy.

Jack and Claire seemed oblivious of the doorbell. Carly smiled ruefully as she clambered out of the pool, grabbed her robe and went to open the door. The slim blonde woman was familiar.

"Detective Larson. What can I do for you? Is it about the bracelet I'm accused of stealing?"

"I'm afraid it is. May I come in for a moment, Miss Allison?"

Carly stood aside. "Of course."

In the living-room the detective smiled faintly. "Is Mr. Hansen in? What I have to say is for him, too."

"If you'll wait here, I'll fetch him," said Carly. She went out to the pool. Claire was riding her husband faster now and as Carly paused Claire gave a quavering, drawn-out moan and collapsed across Jack as he thrust urgently up into her. Carly heard a gasp behind her and spun around. Larson had followed her out and was standing there with a shocked expression on her face. She looked at Carly and a flush spread across her face before she turned on her heel and almost ran back into the house.

Jack and Claire looked up, alarmed.

"Who was that?" Claire looked apprehensive.

"Detective Larson. She wants to see you, Jack," said Carly, grinning. "I think she already has!"

"Oh, shit!" Claire's face fell.

"Oops," said Jack, a rueful look on his face.

Carly hurried back into the house. The detective was standing in the living room, a flush still on her face.

"I'm very sorry, I know you asked me to wait. I thought - well, I…" her voice tailed off.

"It's all right, Detective," said Jack, fastening his robe as he came in. "I'm sure we can rely on your discretion."

"Of course," said Larson, blushing anew.

"What can we do for you?" Jack asked.

"I was passing this way, so I called rather than telephoning. When I took the bracelet into the precinct on Saturday, I had a word with Captain Peterson. It was my feeling that the card with the bracelet was at odds with Mr. Grant's accusation of theft."

"It was a gift," Carly declared, "although as far as I'm concerned, he can have it!"

"Captain Peterson has asked Mr. Grant to come in to see him about the matter, this afternoon. He'd like Miss Allison there, too, with her lawyer."

"My wife and I are due to leave at noon on a short business trip, but my sister will have a lawyer."

Larson looked from Jack to Carly. "I wanted to be sure that Miss Allison had legal representation." She paused, frowning. "There's something not right about this whole accusation."

"Carly will have a lawyer, don't worry about that," said Jack. "There's something else, too."

"Yes?" said Larson.

"Carly? Show the detective your brand."

"Brand?" said Larson, clearly puzzled.

Carly grinned tightly and loosened her robe, throwing it to the couch behind her and raising her arms.

"Who did that?" asked Larson, her whole attention focussed on Carly's bruising.

"Remember the gift card with the bracelet?" Jack half smiled. "And the embossing?"

"Y-e-s? Oh!"

"Oh, indeed."

"The dolphin!"

"The dolphin. Grant's ring. Look, it's unmistakable," said Jack, pointing to the imprint on Carly's skin.

Larson studied the bruise carefully for a moment, then straightened. "Do you wish to press charges, Miss Allison?" Her eyes flicked over Carly's shapely torso as she retrieved her robe.

"I do."

"I'll have a word with Captain Peterson," said Larson, grinning savagely. "I think the meeting this afternoon might be a good time. Oh, but you won't be there, will you, Mr. Hansen?"

"Don't worry, Detective Larson, my sister will have perfectly adequate legal representation, even if I'm not there." There was a half-smile on Jack's face which made Larson wonder just who was representing Carly Allison.

"I'm glad," said Larson. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. If you could come down to the precinct for two o'clock? Ask for Captain Peterson. He'll be expecting you."

"I'll be there," said Carly.

"Detective?" said Claire. "I'll show you out."

"Carly, love, I think Larson's on our side," said Jack. "I'll just 'phone Millie and put her in the picture."

"Just as well you asked her to take Carly's case," said Claire, returning from showing Larson out.

Carly and Millie were prompt and arrived at the precinct at five to two that afternoon. The desk sergeant's eyes flicked over Carly and moved on to Millie. He straightened, smiling.

"Mrs. Kristian! Good to see you."

"Hi, Joe. How's Alice?"

"Much better. We're going to the coast next week to see our new granddaughter."

"That's great! Tell Alice I was asking after her."

"I will. Now, what can I do for you and this young lady?"

"This is Carly Allison, Joe. We're here to see Captain Peterson."

"Take a seat, I'll just buzz through for him."

A minute or so later Larson came through. "Mr. Grant's already here. I'm to take you straight in." She smiled at Millie. "Mr. Hansen said Miss Allison would have adequate legal representation. He wasn't joking."

"Jack rarely jokes about the law, Susan. Lead on!"

At Peterson's office Larson knocked and led them straight in. "Miss Allison, Captain, and Mrs. Kristian, who's here as Miss Allison's counsel."

The captain stood, smiling. "Millie! What brings our former District Attorney into my office again? I thought you'd retired."

Carly was watching Tony who was affecting to ignore her, but when Peterson said 'District Attorney' his eyes flickered.

"I'm here as Miss Allison's counsel, Charlie," said Millie, shaking Peterson's hand. "Nothing more."

"I hope she can afford you."

"Pro bono, Charlie. She's my goddaughter."

"Ahh," said Peterson. "Shall we begin? I don't know if you know Mr. Grant? I'm sure you know his counsel."

"Mr. Grant," said Millie politely. "Hello, Tom." Grant's counsel nodded.

Peterson reached into his desk drawer and took out the bracelet case. He opened it and passed it to Tony. "Is this the bracelet you reported missing, Mr. Grant?"

Tony looked at the bracelet. "It is."

"And you missed it when?"

"After Miss Allison left my apartment on Friday morning."

About to say something, anything, in protest Carly caught Susan Larson's eye. An almost imperceptible shake of the head stopped her. As she settled back in her seat she suddenly wondered, 'where is the gift card?'

"Was she there overnight?" Peterson’s tone was neutral.

"She was. We had a disagreement and it's my belief that she took the bracelet to spite me."

Peterson nodded and then cocked his head. "That's an interesting ring you're wearing, Mr. Grant."

Tony glanced at his hand. "You like it? I had it custom made."

"It's unique, then?"

"Oh, yes. Absolutely."

"Do you ever use it as a seal?"

"Occasionally." A faint frown crossed Tony's face.

"Did you use it for this?" said Peterson, sliding the gift card to Tony.

Tony looked at the card. "Yes."

"This gift card was in the bracelet case, Mr. Grant. The case that you say Miss Alllison stole." Peterson's voice was cold.

"Perhaps so, but I gave Miss Allison that card with a bottle of champagne on her birthday. Not with the bracelet."

"You lying bastard!" Carly cried, but subsided when Millie touched her arm.

"Larson?" said Peterson.

"Yes, sir?"

"You opened the bracelet case at Mr. Hansen's house?"

"Yes, sir."

"And the card was inside?"

"Yes, sir. Under the bracelet."

"Has Mr. Grant ever given you champagne for your birthday, Miss Allison?" said Peterson.

"Yes, but not with a gift card. Look at it! There's no hole for a ribbon to fasten it to the bottle!"

"The card was inside the gift wrapping-paper," said Tony smoothly, a cold little smile on his face. "Captain, if the bracelet is returned to me, I would like for this matter to be dropped. I will have my property back. I have no wish to press charges against Miss Allison."

"Very noble of you, Mr. Grant, I'm sure. Miss Allison? Mrs. Kristian?"

"That bracelet was given to me as a gift," Carly snarled. "Let the bastard have it back. I wouldn't touch it now."

"And if it was given to Miss Allison as a gift, you have made false accusations, Mr. Grant," Millie said quietly.

"I have made no false accusations," said Tony indignantly.

"I suppose you didn't handcuff Miss Allison to the bed and beat her black and blue after she refused your advances, either?" Millie's voice was mild.

When the import of Millie's words reached Tony Grant, he sprang to his feet. "Of course not. Captain, are you going to listen to this nonsense?" Grant's face was a mask of outrage.

He's a better actor than I imagined, Carly thought, angered at the lie.

Peterson's voice was cold. "Mr. Grant, if Mrs. Kristian is talking nonsense it will be the first time in the twenty-odd years that I have known her. Millie?"

"Your ring's unique, is it, Mr. Grant?" said Millie, still in the same mild tone.

"You heard me say so," Grant said, resuming his seat.

Millie nodded. "I just wanted to be sure." She smiled and opened her voluminous purse. Extracting a manila envelope she handed it to Peterson. "I think you should see these, Charlie."

Peterson sat back and opened the envelope, taking out the photographs and flicking through them, holding them so that neither Tony nor his counsel could see them. He glanced at Millie. "Genuine?"

"Absolutely. I saw the marks myself."

"So did I, Captain," said Larson.

"My affidavit is on the back of the pictures, Charlie."

"I saw it, Millie." Peterson laid the photographs face down in front of him. "Mr. Grant? If the bracelet is returned to you, you will make no charge against Miss Allison?"

"None."

"Miss Allison?"

"The bracelet was a gift, but I would feel soiled if I touched it again. He can have it, and welcome. I never want to see him nor hear from him again. Ever."

Peterson nodded sadly. "I'm sorry you had to go through this, Miss Allison. Frankly, I believe you - sit down, Mr. Grant - and you may go now. Thank you for coming. Millie, always good to see you."

"Party next Sunday, Charlie. Bring Judy."

"I will. 'Bye for now. Mr. Grant, sit down. We're not finished." The door closing behind them cut off whatever Tony was saying.

"Sure about the bracelet, honey?" asked Millie.

"God, yes!" Carly shuddered. "I would feel dirty wearing it again. Is that it?"

"So far as the bracelet's concerned, yes. Charlie won't let Grant mention it again. Of course, we may have to testify at a trial."

"Trial?"

"Grant's. For assault. They were your pictures in the envelope."

"I thought they were. Yahoo!" yelled Carly, startling two patrolmen, a nanny pushing a baby buggy and several pigeons. "Come on, Aunt Millie, I'll buy you a coffee."

* * * * *

Late that afternoon, alone in the Hansen house, Carly was pottering about in the kitchen, wondering what to do for her evening meal, when the doorbell chimed.

"Susan! I mean, Detective Larson. Come in, please."

"Susan's fine, if I can call you Carly."

"Of course. Is something wrong?"

"Not for you, Carly." Larson shrugged. "I just thought you'd like to know. Captain Peterson arrested Grant for assault. He's in custody at the moment, although he'll probably be out on bail before midnight." She frowned.

"But?" said Carly.

"He almost went berserk, yelling and cursing. He doesn't like you, Carly."

Carly snorted. "The feeling's mutual."

"Are you alone here? Every time I called before your sister and brother were here." Larson's tone was rueful.

Carly laughed. "Tonight, yes, I'm alone. Jack and Claire are back tomorrow."

Larson pondered for a moment, lower lip caught between her teeth. "There's something about Grant, something I don't like at all." She touched Carly's hand. "I probably shouldn't do this, and it's completely unofficial, but what I'd like to do is go home and get a change of clothes, then stay here overnight. Just in case."

Carly smiled. "I'd welcome the company. Do you like spaghetti and meatballs?"

"I love it!"

"It'll be ready when you get back."

Larson was back within the hour. "Can I put my car in the garage? Out of sight?"

"Sure. Here's the remote for the door. I'll serve while you're parking. We're eating in the kitchen - there's a door straight from the garage."

"Back in a moment!"

Susan Larson gave a graphic demonstration of a hungry woman and cleared her plate easily. She sat back, content. "Carly, that was wonderful! Best I've tasted since my Grandma died."

"Glad you liked it. I'm not the world's greatest cook, but that one I can manage!"

"Better than I can. It's usually microwave or take-away for me. Peril of the working girl."

Carly snorted. "Tell me about it." She looked at the policewoman sharing the kitchen with her. Hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, tee-shirt and jeans, without makeup she looked about nineteen.

"Can I ask a personal question?" said Carly.

"Sure."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-two. You?

"Twenty-two. You look younger than me."

Larson chuckled. "You look younger than you, too." She grimaced and stretched. "I feel about sixty-two."

"Tired?"

"Yeah, I've been working hard on a drugs bust. We got them this morning but the paperwork gets more every week."

"What's it like, being a cop?"

"I love it," Larson declared. "My Dad was a cop, my granddad was a cop."

Carly laughed. "Family business!" She got up and began to clear the dishes.

"Hey. Let me help."

"The dishwasher does the work. I just load it."

"I must get me one of those. Can't afford it at the moment. My roommate moved out and I've got the rent due." Larson busied herself gathering dishes and cutlery.

"Susan?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you looking for another roommate? I need to find a place. My last place was owned by Tony Grant's firm and I moved out." Carly made a face. "I need to find a job as well."

Larson stared at her for a moment, then smiled. "Okay. Three months trial to see if we suit each other. How's that?"

"Sounds great. Where is your place? What's it like?"

"You know the old warehouse on Fifth and Vine?

"I think so, yes."

"Well, I have half of one floor, the fourth, overlooking Vine. Two bedrooms, one at each end so they're well out of earshot of each other if you have visitors." She grinned. "Kitchen, two bathrooms and a huge living room that looks really minimalist because I haven't much furniture. The best thing is it has its own parking garage and if I need to I can walk to work in less than ten minutes. Most days, of course, I need a car."

"It sounds like a fun place. When can I see it?"

"How about tomorrow. I actually have the day off." Larson made an exaggerated grimace of delight.

Carly laughed. "Tomorrow it is. How about tonight?"

"What about tonight?"

"Anything you want to do? Watch TV? Play gin rummy?"

"I think some mindless TV or a video would be just about ideal. Have you anything that's fun and doesn't need concentration?"

"Galaxy Quest? Sigourney Weaver in a blond wig and a push-up bra?"

"Sounds ideal."

"I'll just make some coffee."

They watched the science-fiction comedy in amiable company, chatting idly with one eye on the film, discovering similar tastes in books and music. When the film finished Carly glanced out of the window. The sun was low now in the summer evening sky, but there was still plenty of light. She turned to Susan Larson.

"Would you like to have a swim before bed?"

Susan smiled. "That would be wonderful, except," she stopped and made a face. "No suit."

"I could lend you one, but we usually just skinny-dip here. No-one can see in."

Susan hesitated.

"Come on, Susan. There's only you and me here. Jack and Claire won't be back until late tomorrow." She smiled suddenly.

"What?" said Susan.

"You saw the news. It's National Nude Day. Skinny-dipping is compulsory!"

Susan laughed. "Okay, you convinced me. Where do I change?"

"You can - either use your room, change - in the cabana or just - leave your clothes here with mine." Carly was stripping as she spoke and finished the sentence as she stepped out of her panties.

Susan Larson eyed Carly's bruises again and reached out a gentle hand. "Nothing broken?"

"No. I guess I was lucky. The bastard hit me hard. Curious. Not my face."

"I've seen the type before. Usually wife-beaters. If the face isn't marked the woman can pretend nothing happened and her friends might never know." She shook her head. "I hate men like that."

Carly grinned tightly. "At least I found out before I was a wife."

"Were you going to marry Grant?"

"He never asked. I might have considered it, if he had. Now, I know better. Come on, Susan, get naked. I feel conspicuous."

Susan grinned and skinned her tee-shirt off over her head. Carly gasped.

"Oops, sorry. I forgot about that." Susan took the snub-nosed Detective Special from its place in the small of her back and tucked it under a cushion on the couch. "I'll get it later."

She was soon naked and Carly absently admired the trimly-toned body of her new friend. Something caught Carly's eye and she reached out. "What's that?"

Susan looked down at the scar on her thigh. "Bullet hole. Four years ago. It hurt like hell." She smiled at Carly. "Tell you about it later. Swim?"

"Swim. Come on." Carly took Susan's hand and the women walked out to the pool together.

They spent about half an hour in the water and it was almost dark when they clambered out and dried themselves. Carly took two towelling robes from the cabana and gave Susan one. "Just wear that until bedtime. Would you like a nightcap?"




Goody Two-Shoes



"She'll still need the makeup and dress," Jay said. "We're going out to dinner afterward."

"After what?" I asked.

Tillie rolled her eyes. "You are naïve. After he pops your cherry, sweetie. Haven't you been paying attention?"

"I think I'd rather take you to my place, actually." Jay glared at Tillie. "Some people can't mind their own business. Put the dress back on, Sam. We won't worry about the makeup today."

"I'll do it," Tillie muttered.

"Then keep your mouth shut."

I put the dress on again and sat in the chair. Tillie put the makeup on, giving me frequent reminders to hold still. Finally she stepped away and gave me a hand mirror. "What do you think?"

"It looks great. Thank you."

"You're welcome." She helped me out of the chair. "Look, sweetie, no harm meant by the things I said. I just never believed someone your age could be so naïve. Don't let Jay talk you into anything you don't want to do, okay?"

"I'm sure he won't try," I replied.

Jay grabbed Tillie around the waist and licked her lips. "I'll come over later this week to pay you for your work," he said. "Thanks."

Tillie groped the front of his pants. "Thank you, baby."

Walking to the car, Jay put his arm around me. "Sorry about that, Sam," he said. "Tillie's a little outspoken sometimes."

"It's okay," I said. We got into the car. "Are you going to... do you fuck her?"

"Yeah." Jay sounded matter-of-fact. "She's not a girlfriend or anything like that. We just hook up once in a while. There are a few women like that in my life. Does it bother you?"

"It bothers me that you and she kissed and groped like that in front of me right after you asked if you could fuck me."

"It doesn't mean anything with Tillie. It's just a good time." He put his hand on my leg. "With you, it will mean something, Sam. You were always so sweet when you were a kid. I used to joke with Randy that I wished you were a few years older. I'm glad I walked into that store the other night and found you there. I'd like to see more of you. Not just for fucking, though I do hope that'll be part of it."

"But you're still going to be with Tillie and the other women you mentioned."

"Yeah, I probably will. I don't do the monogamy thing, Sam. You don't have to either, of course."

"I'm still a virgin, and you're already talking about me doing it with other people?" I did not like the way this conversation was going. "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"I think you're a woman, and I think you're going to enjoy what we're planning to do when we get to my place." He put his hand on my leg. "Sam, don't get upset. We don't have to do anything at all. I could take you home right now, and we can just forget it. You don't owe me a thing. I'm glad I contributed to your new look, and I hope you and I can be friends." He slid his hand toward my crotch, pushing up the hem of the dress. "But I hope we can be more."

His hand had the same effect it had had at Tillie's. I wanted to lose my virginity, and I wanted Jay to be the one to take it, no matter what- or who- else he did. Talk about seeing other people could wait; right then, all I cared about was finishing what we'd started. "All right," I said. "For today, at least."

We got to his apartment building and went inside. Jay's studio apartment was on the top floor, with a great view and modern furnishings. "This place is beautiful," I said.

"Yeah. I make a decent living."

I remembered what Randy had said about Jay being into drugs, and wondered if that was the kind of living he meant. But I pushed the thought away. "That's good."

I stood in the middle of the floor, not sure what to do. Jay put his arms around me. "How far have you gone before?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever had oral sex?"

"No." I wasn't completely sure how it worked, other than descriptions I'd heard in the locker room.

"Have you ever touched a guy's cock? Or had a guy put his finger inside you?" 

"No. I told you, I've never had a boyfriend."

"Have you ever had a guy's tongue in your mouth?"

"No." I was ashamed to admit that I'd never even had a basic French kiss.

Jay smiled reassuringly. "It's okay. This is going to be more fun than I thought, that's all. This is how you kiss." 

He pressed his lips against mine. After a moment, his tongue found its way into my mouth. I moved my tongue against his, hoping I wasn't making too much of a fool of myself. After a few moments, Jay broke the kiss. "Damn, Sam, for someone who says she's never done that before, you're very good at it!"

"Thanks. It was nice."

"More than just nice." He brought my hand to the bulge at the front of his pants. "Feel how hard my cock is?" he said. "That's from that kiss, Sam. You did that to me."

"Can I see it?" 

"Of course you can. But only if I get to see you again. Take off the dress."

This time, I didn't hesitate. I pulled off the dress and carefully set it on a chair. Jay took off his clothes and stood in front of me. For the first time in my life, I was seeing a naked man. And he looked fucking hot!

"Take off your panties, babe," he said. "If I'm naked, it's only fair that you should be."

I took off my underwear and held my breath. Would Jay like what he saw? He ran a finger through the curls of my pussy hair. I shivered as his touch brought more wetness. "It's been a while since I've been with a woman who didn't shave down here," he said. "I'll show you how to shave, but for today I think I like you this way." His finger slid lower and touched a spot that made me gasp. "Do you ever play with your clit?" he asked.

"No." I'd put my finger inside myself a few times, but I hadn't even realized I had this little nub that Jay was touching. "I think I'm going to start, though."

"Sit down," he said.

I sat on the couch. He knelt between my legs. "I was going to have you play with me and suck me, but I think I'd rather do this this time," he said. "I'm going to eat your cunt, and then I'm going to fuck you. If you want me to stop, tell me now."

I shook my head. "Don't stop. But can I touch your- your cock before you fuck me?"

"Sure, babe." He stood up. His shaft stood up against his belly. It looked around seven inches long, and seemed too thick to fit in me. I tentatively reached out and stroked it with my fingertips. "You don't have to be so gentle with it, Sam." Jay took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock. "That's the way. Squeeze it. Move your hand up and down."

I did as he said, and was rewarded with a moan. "That feels so good, Sam," he said. "Do you like doing it?"

I liked the reaction I was getting from him. I felt powerful knowing that my touch turned him on as much as his did to me. "Yes, I like it."

"Good." He took my wrist and pulled my hand away. "That's enough. I want to taste that cunt of yours."

A shiver of excitement went through me at his use of that word. I'd been taught that it was the worst word anyone could use, but it aroused me to hear it from Jay. "Go ahead," I told him.

He knelt again and bent toward me. At first just his tongue touched my clit, then he sucked on it. "Jay!" I cried. 

As he continued to tongue and suck my clit, something built in me. Then he slid his tongue inside me, and I exploded, crying out with no words. He looked up at me and smiled. "Is that the first time you've ever cum?" he asked.

I nodded. I wasn't sure I could catch my breath enough to speak. Finally, I said, "That was unbelievable! I never knew it would feel so good!"

"And that was just my tongue." He stood and pulled me to my feet. "Your first time should be on a nice, comfy bed. Are you ready for my cock?"

I was so wet, I could feel it on the insides of my thighs. "Yes, I think so. If you're sure your cock will fit."

He laughed. "Your cunt will stretch, Sam. That's how it works. It might be a little uncomfortable at first, but then you'll get used to it, I promise. Lie down."

I lay on my back on his bed. He took a small packet out of the drawer of his nightstand. "I assume you aren't on birth control, so a condom's needed." He put the condom on and lay on top of me. "I won't lie to you, Sam. This is going to hurt at first. But if you relax, it'll be easier, and I'll be as gentle as I can."

"Okay." I shifted beneath him. "I'm ready."

He pushed his cock partway into me. I gasped as my pussy stretched to adjust. He lay still for a moment, then thrust hard. I felt a sharp, tearing pain and realized he was all the way inside me. I was no longer a virgin.

Tears came to my eyes from the pain. Gently, Jay brushed them away. "Are you all right?" he asked.

I nodded. "It hurt, but it doesn't as much now."

"Good." He slowly moved in and out. "How does that feel?"

"Amazing!"

"I agree."

He picked up the pace. Soon I felt another orgasm building. "Jay, I think I'm going to cum again!"

"Do it, babe. Let me feel your cunt on my cock when you cum. And then I'll cum too." He lowered his voice. "Cum for me, Sam."

And I did, my pussy contracting, squeezing his cock. Jay grunted and lay still. "Fuck, Sam, that was one of the best fucks I've had lately," he said. "How do you feel?"

"Sore, but soooo good," I replied.

"The soreness will let up." He kissed me softly, tenderly on the lips and moved off me. "I definitely want to see you again, Sam, but right now I'd better get you home. Get dressed."

"Oh, my gosh! Jay, we left my other clothes at Tillie's!"

"Then I guess you'll have to hope your parents aren't home, or figure out a way to explain it all to them." He grinned. "That's if they even recognize you. Go ahead and put that dress back on. I won't rip it off you this time."

We dressed, and he drove me to the corner of my street. Before I got out of the car, he pulled me close and kissed me. "I'll see you soon, Sam," he said. "That's a promise."

"How will you get in touch with me? You don't have my phone number, do you?"

"No, but I have ways." He unlocked the doors. "See you around."

I got out of the car and watched as he drove away. Then I headed down the street to my house, walking slowly because of the soreness between my legs. I couldn't wait to see Jay again.