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Sugarbee

By: RowanBliss



What was I going to do with my life? That was the big question at nineteen. I would start college in the Fall, and I had no idea. My parents were in the midst of a nasty divorce, my sister had gotten married to a jack ass that treated her like a dog. My friends had gone off to college, or taken off to backpack around Europe. I wanted to be anywhere but where I was. My parents, as involves as they were in their own drama, seemed to understand. We could not afford tickets to Europe, or ski trips to Colorado, but my dad had gone to college with a guy he considered an old friend named Richard. This old friend owned a very successful horse ranch in Montana and during the Summer he was always looking for people with riding experience to help out with this or that. I had been riding horses since I was eight, so that was easy enough. I could have a Summer job, have some time away from the screaming and yelling in the house, and figure out what I wanted to do in college. 

It was all set. My dad had talked to Richard, and I would be taking a plane to Montana where Richard would pick me up and drive me to the ranch where I would live for three months. 

It was only a week before I decided to seduce Richard. It did not take much. I slipped into his bedroom one night and kissed him. I heard him growl out the words,

"I was dreamin' about you, honey. You sure you want to give me all that sweet sugar? You can only give it away once, baby-girl... so you be sure."

I was sure.

Richard was the most incredible lover I have ever had. He had no inhibitions, no hang ups, no embarrassment at all about sex. For a lot of people, sex needs to be a sexy music video, a love scene from a romantic movie or some kind of arbitrary gymnastics routine, something cliche. For Richard, sex was simply joyous. He was the most generous lover- and had a pattern; he always got me off three times before he even started to please himself. He loved licking pussy. He called it that- "licking pussy" and he refused to call it "oral sex, cunnilingus or going down." No, for him, it was licking pussy, sucking pussy, eating pussy. But really, what Richard did could be called worshiping pussy. He would lick my pussy like it was his only nourishment until I came on his face. He loved that, lapping it up and sucking the juices out of me as I came. He would talk to me between licks and sucks, saying the dirtiest things that made me turn heated red,

"Give me that fucking honey, Sugarbee... that's my girl, sweet, thick cream... come on my lips... fuck yeah... love your pretty pussy... can you give me a squirt, baby?... fuck yes, babygirl, squirt that honey in my mouth..."

He was the only lover I ever had who could make me squirt. I was so embarrassed when it happened- this stream of fluid shooting out of my pussy... I thought for a moment I had peed on myself, but it was not urine at all. It wasn't even come. It was clear, and thinner than the cream that slicked down my thighs. I was horrified when it happened the first time, but he laughed, bucking his cock into my cunt and encouraging me with his dirty words,

"That's beautiful, babygirl... that's it, Sugarbee, let that pretty pussy squirt..."

I did not do it every time with him, but maybe a half a dozen times. Every time, he loved it, bucking and fucking me, and twice he pulled his cock out when I started to squirt and he- much to my absolute horror- drank it from me. 

He was an elegant barbarian. A highly educated cowboy. He had grown up on a horse ranch in Montana. Six foot two, all sinew and sharp angles. His face was rough with age and character. His eyes ice blue and a beautiful contrast to his shaggy black hair. He was not a beautiful man by any means, but he was infinitely appealing. He wore black usually, jeans and a button up shirt that seemed to always be careless. Brown leather boots. Stetson hat. On anyone else it might have seemed a costume. Not on him. I always got warm shivers from his butterscotch voice. He could be romantic when he felt like it- or when I wanted it. He read books to me. He would lay a blanket out on the soft grass and we would lay naked as he read to me. We played games. He would have me read poetry from a book while he sucked my pussy. If I skipped a word or lost my composure, he would start over until it became an exquisite torture. He loved to make love and fuck outdoors. He would lay a quilt down in the blazing sun and take me there, pounding his cock into me until I came with such loud screams I worried people would hear us, though the nearest house was half a mile away. 

As intense as sex was with Richard, he was often playful. He laughed during sex, shouted out whatever he felt like and always asked, "Does that feel good, Sugarbee?"

Sometimes I would say,

"It's alright, but if you like it, then I want you to do it."

"Nah, c'mon Sugarbee, turn over, we gotta get that pussy feelin' right!"

He made me feel so good that I would have done anything to make him happy. I sucked his cock, deliciously thick and long, every chance I got. The first time I sucked his cock, he took a cup full of honey and drizzled it over the velvet flesh. I had never sucked a cock before. He drenched his thick cock with honey and gently guided my head toward him, sliding the fat erection into my mouth. 

"Just suck it like a lollipop, babygirl... just like candy... oh yeah you're so sweet... lick that honey..."

He almost never came in my mouth. The first time that he did, we both discovered I have a very sensitive gag reflex and I would choke on the semen... not the sexy porn video kind of choke either, but the kind of choke that went on fir several minutes. So he just stopped doing it. He preferred to come on my tits if he was not already in my pussy. At the age of nineteen, I had the kind of tits that quite literally stopped traffic. Big, pale, fleshy D cup tits with dusky rose colored nipples exactly the size of half dollars. My tits were full and despite their large size, sat up high on my chest- a nineteen year old's defiance of gravity. I was told once by an old pervert that I had tits like milky loaves of bread- the kind you wanted to bite into. Richard would bury his face between my breasts, bounce them, kiss them, lick them, suck them, pinch them and bite them. He sucked at my nipples as if he might drink milk from them. He would suck for so long that when our fucking was done, my nipples were sore and swollen, and then he would softly lick them to kiss the hurt away. I loved this more than anything- this tit sucking. I loved the way he sucked and tugged upward, lifting and letting the nipple drop out of his mouth with a tight "pop." Sometimes he massaged slick wet oil that tasted like chocolate mint or vanilla cream on my breasts to keep them slick for his little sucking torments. When he did not have these things, he spit on them and spread the saliva with his thumbs.

Always his voice- dark and gravelly, accented by rough country that was something like Southern but more Earthy- always his voice urging me on. The slurping wet sucking sounds only interrupted by,

"This feel good, Sugarbee?"

And my shy nineteen year old voice fighting to make a sound,

"Yes... feels... so good..."

"Gonna take you outside and fuck you in the sunshine... it's so fucking good in the sunshine..."

And he would lift me up as if it were nothing to lift me, always laughing at my jolting surprise. He would toss me over his shoulder and finger my asshole as he walked outside. He did this as if it were nothing to do it, as if he were carrying a sack of laundry. He would sometimes whistle songs or playfully spank my bottom, then he would find a place to lay me down in the sunshine, then give my thigh a little slap and say,

"Lemme see how wet your pretty pussy is... dripping wet, that's my Sugarbee... just like a little honeybee... slick, pink little pussy nice and ready for a hard fuck... you want me to fuck you hard?"

I would always struggle to find a voice, something to indicate a 'yes. Oh God, yes, please!' Sometimes I could only grip his arms and beg silently. He always knew what I wanted. If I wanted a hard, brutal fuck, he knew it. If I wanted sweetness and roses, he knew it. He always took me completely. Nothing was ever held back. There was not a pleasure he would not give me and he made this known to me. I told him once, 

"You don't have to... you know... lick me... there, if you don't want to." I said when he was sucking at my clit.

The sucking sounds, the wetness, it all embarrassed me. I have always been able to get wetter than the average woman, and at age nineteen, having only been with Richard, I thought this abundance of wet was something to be ashamed of. My teenage brain could not fathom how anyone would actually enjoy doing that particular act. It felt sublime, but I assumed he was only doing it for my benefit, and I did not like the idea of that- it seemed selfish. He looked up at me from under dark black lashes, his steel blue gaze smoldering. A wicked grin played on his lips and I could see my own wetness glistening on his mouth.

"I'm gonna teach you something about life, Sugarbee, and you listen real careful..." he then proceeded to talk between licks and little sucking motions against my clit. He nipped and bit at my pussy lips, spreading me apart with his thumbs and darting his tongue expertly against the soft flesh. "There is nothing... I mean absolutely nothing... more delicious than this fresh... juicy... tight... teenage pussy... whatever little boys might whine about licking pussy... don't let those bastards anywhere near this... they don't deserve this... this sweet honey... don't let 'em have it... save this sweetness for real men that know what a gift this is... a beautiful young girl... hot and ready... nipples swollen from sucking... mouth bruised from kissing... sweet, tight cunt ready to suck in a man's cock into that hairy little fold and fuck him till he's seen Heaven... you understand this... you're a fucking Goddess... you know that and you own it, and never, ever let any man up in this pussy that doesn't know that..."

Then he pressed his whole face hard against my wet pussy and he inhaled, moving his face in a circle as if trying to inhale all of me. He sucked up my pussy lips and then released the flesh with a popping sound. I came on his lips, the orgasm so intense that it made me dizzy for a few minutes afterward. He laughed joyously at this, "that's my girl, my babygirl!" 

When I thought I could not come anymore, he lifted me up again, putting me on my hands and knees as easy as a rag-doll, and he fucked me until I came again, wildly moaning and yelping with abandon. He fucked like a wildman, and sometimes when my pussy was sore from his wild bucking, he would slick up his fingers with lubricant and finger my asshole until I was ready to take his cock that way. He was gentler this way. His cock was thick and long and if he thrust hard into my asshole, it hurt too much, so he was slow and easy, pistoning in and out of the impossibly tight hole until he came with a loud shudder, the thick cream of his sperm leaking out of my ass and pussy and down my thighs. 

When it was messy and rough like this, he would pick me up again, this time in his arms, against his chest, my arms around his neck, and he would carry me into the bathroom. He always sat on the edge of the old claw-foot tub, with me on his lap, and ran the bathwater steaming hot. He was so achingly gentle during these moments- the way he sat me down in the bathwater, the way he poured a pitcher of water over my skin and hair, careful not to get soap in my eyes. He bathed me, washing me as if I were a precious thing. His touch at once gentle and firm. He would part my legs in the water and delicately wash my pussy with a soft cloth, and when I had been so fucked that my pussy and asshole were sore, he would have me stand up with one leg on the edge of the tub, and he would coat his fingertips with a soothing oil that he rubbed into the delicate flesh. The touch was achingly good. Sometimes I begged him to fuck me again, even though I was so sore it hurt to sit down. He would never say anything during these bathings. He would simple look up at me with those amazing eyes and a half smile, and he would place a single kiss on each of my nipples, or he would part my cunt lips with careful fingertips and give one little kissing lick to my clit. I ached for him.

When the Summer ended, I returned home to California, to a new life of college and living on my own. There were boys. I call them boys- not men- because they were nothing like men. Boys, with their football games, their fumblings in the back seats of borrowed cars, their hands clumsily squeezing my breasts. A few minutes of touching and kissing and then inevitably they stood up in front of me with their dicks ready for sucking. They assumed this was part of my obligation to them. I would say something like "kiss me here too" with my fingers between my legs. Always the same answers, 'I don't go down there... if my boys found out..."

It ended there, always. They would get no further with me. I remembered what Richard told me. I learned my own power from Richard. I had never felt that I had any sexual power as a woman. I had believed that women did as men expected them to in the bedroom, and every story I had heard my girlfriends tell me was of disappointment and obligation. Richard showed me only joy and celebration. He was pagan in his lust and his wildness. I spent four years in college, all the while planning to someday go back to that horse ranch in Montana, to be beautifully fucked and completely taken as only he could take me. When I graduated, I decided to take a trip and surprise him. I took a plane to the little airport a two hour drive from the ranch. I rented a car and drove out to that beautiful land of butterflies and birds, and endlessly promising lust. I wore a sundress with no panties underneath. I put on red lipstick, imagining it smeared across my face from his hands holding my face as he fucked me. I walked up the steps of that log cabin porch and knocked on the door. 

He answered, as roughly delicious as he ever was. There were no words spoken. I threw my arms around him and kissed him, taking his hand and guiding it up my skirt to my bare, freshly shaved pussy, already wet with juices. But to my surprise, he only allowed himself to enjoy this for a moment before he gently pushed me away with an apologetic smile. I was confused, exasperated from excitement.

"Honey, is somebody at the door?" A voice called from somewhere deep in the house. A woman's voice. My heart began to sink. Then... the sound of a baby crying and the sound of a mother's soothing words to quiet the child.

I could have died right then. I thought I might sink into the ground. I might just cease to exist. I looked at his hand- a wedding band. He was married now. I had waited too long. He looked at me sympathetically and with the lightness of a feather, he tilted my chin up and placed a simple, chaste kiss on my lips, then my forehead. The door closed slowly... and he was gone. I walked like a zombie to the car and drove away, the Summer sun blazing through the windshield. I found a roadside tavern to drink in that night- not something I usually did, but I needed to drown my sorrows. I found the company of a bartender with callused hands who took me behind the bar when no one was there and fucked me good enough to satisfy me. He tried to just shove his cock into me, but I grabbed his dark blond pony tail and stared him right in the eyes,

"Not yet, big guy... you put me up on this bar and lick my pussy. I want you to suck the honey out of my pussy until I come on your beard. I want my juice to drip off your lips. Then, when you satisfy me, then you can fuck me."

His eyes widened. Later, when we were finished and he was stuffing his fat, stubby cock back into his pants, he admitted that he had never heard a woman talk like that before, and that he liked it. He asked me my name, because I had not given it before. I told him something of a lie- Anna, Denise, Lorie... something normal. Forgettable. He begged me for my phone number. 

"You're hotter than a junebug on an electric fence, girl...'aint never had a fuck that good..."

I left him with a smile and my phone number scribbled on a cocktail napkin. I was done with boys. I wanted men, only men, from now on. I knew my power. I owned myself. Though Richard now belonged to someone else, I had him to thank for that.

Sugarblue Beach



The sea has always fascinated me. The way the waves flow over the water. The amazing colours help focus your mind and bring a sense of calmness, inner peace and clarity. I have always loved just sitting on the beach in the same place watching the sea for hours on end. It's the closest thing to paradise or heaven. I suppose that's why I enjoyed helping Chris, before the fire that is.

My name is Simone. I am eighteen, 5'11, slim, have long brown hair and brown eyes with slightly larger than average size breasts, I live in a small costal town called Sugarblue Beach, which is in North Carolina. Chris repairs boats and also owned a boating store. He's in his mid-thirties and about 6ft. He's slim and has dark hair and brown eyes. I used to help him repair boats when I was younger and then I used to work at his store before it burnt down, the cops thought it was arson. There was this one detective called Burke who even thought it was me! It Wasn't. He's a creepy guy, middle-aged with red hair. I know it sounds crazy but I'm sure he was following me. Since the fire things had been weird. Chris's wife had left him and also left town, she was a bitch, although her daughter Stephanie stayed with Chris. But things generally started to settle down. Until three days that would change our lives forever. It all began on a Tuesday as I started work at Marco's Dinner.

Since the fire I had been working as a waitress at this dinner, which was located in the middle of town. It was a good job although it wasn't as fun as working in the boating store with Chris. I was serving a guy in the dinner when I spotted someone across the street. It was sunny and I couldn't see properly but I'm pretty sure that it was that detective and it was clear to me that this person was sitting at a table watching me. I served the guy. Then, maybe foolishly, I went across the street to confront the man sitting at the table.

"Hello Simone" Burke said.

"What do you want? Are you watching me?" I replied.

"Yes I am"

"You're a dick" (properly not the best think to say to a cop in the cold light of day). "I didn't start the fire. I don't know anything about it. Don't you have anything better to do with your time? Like for example, catching a criminal?"

"It was arson and I will find out who did it."

"By spying on me?"

"You'll find out who did it and tell me Simone."

"You're sick you know that?" He Stood Up.

"See ya brown eyes." Then he walked away.

After my shift I decided to walk over to Chris's workshop. It was dark by now as I walked along the beach. The wind was blowing and it was a little chilly. I looked behind me. I wondered weather or not I was being followed. I as approached the workshop I saw Chris sitting on the floor in the sand in front of the door. His face was in his hands and his head was resting on his knees. It was clear that he had been crying. I walked over to him. He looked up at me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Hi. I'm fine, it's just ...you know."

"It's okay to be upset you know, your wife did just leave town." I paused then sarcastically said "And you're store burned down!"

He laughed, well he half laughed.

"Want a coffee?" He nodded. I held out my hand to help lift him up from the floor and we went inside. I made us some coffee and we talked some more about his wife's departure for a while. He seemed better. By now we had drunk our coffee and I was sat on a workbench with my legs hanging down towards the floor. The bench was near a doorway. Chris was leaning on the doorframe looking at me. I then told him what had happened earlier that day with the cop.

"Simone I believe you, I don't think you set fire to my store. No matter what the cops say."

"Thanks. But why don't they believe me?" He stepped closer to me. He put his finger underneath my chin and lifted my head so I was looking at him.

"Listen, over the years you have really helped me out. With the fire and my wife leaving town. I don't think that I would have survived without you. You have had to deal with the cops, and you still cope. You have a job now and are happy. You are better off without me. I just hold you back. I cause all of your problems. You should go."

"Helping you has given my life meaning, without you in my life I don't know what I would do. Who's going to look out for you" I turned my head away from him.

"Thanks, I need a friend" He reached out and tapped my thigh. I gazed up at him and our eyes met. It was electric. We moved to kiss each other it was incredible. It was passionate but romantic. What would happen next was inevitable. He placed his on my side and slid his hand up until he was touching my breast. He then started to unbutton my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. We continued to kiss he put his hand around my back and removed my bra. My breasts were erect and now on full display. He started running his hands over them, teasing them. I was very aroused. Then he stopped, he took my hand and led me to a boat in the workshop. We went up the steps, hand in hand. When we were on the deck of the boat, he turned round and embraced me. We started kissing again. I lifted his t-shirt off and threw it overboard. I touched his chest; he was well built and very manly. I undid his belt and pants his took them off. He started to kiss my breasts and suck my nipples. It was fabulous. He unzipped my skirt it fell to the floor, he unzipped my boots and slid them off. He took my hand and we lied down on the floor. He leaned over me and slid down my panties down and off my legs. I lay there, exposed. My pussy was oozing by now. He kissed my pussy. He then moved up my body until he was kissing my neck. 

Softly he said, "I don't have a condom." 

I looked at him. I knew I had to have him regardless. "That's okay, lets do it anyway," I said.

He replied, "I'll withdraw." He moved down my body until he was knelling between my legs. I spread them and lifted my pelvis up a little, as he entered. He was larger than anyone I've slept with before. I'm not a virgin I've slept with a few guys but I never wanted anyone as much. His penis was big and I was fairly tight. A few trusts he was in fully my pussy griped him tight; there wasn't a lot of space. He began thrusting. I had my hands flat on the deck. He used his hands to hold my body up a little. We kissed. I was ready to and so was he. I went up on my elbows and looked at his face, he could tell I was ready. 

"Don't withdraw, cum inside me, promise Chris?" I begged. He nodded, I lay back. He thrust a few more times then there it was, my explosion, I yelped in delight, full body ecstasy. Then I felt it like a water pistol, he came. He filled me, it was an amazing sensation. I never let a guy do that before. He withdrew and rolled over next to me. He closed his eyes, he needed a minute. I looked down at my pussy filled and covered with cum. A little dripped down onto the deck and in between the wood it was incredible. I touched my pussy and then turned to Chris. I kissed him. He put his arm around me and I put my head on his chest. Before we fell asleep. 

Wednesday. I went for a run along the beach. I remember gazing at the sea. I wasn't thinking about the cop or the fire for a change. I arrived home. No one was awake yet so I sneaked into my room. I sat on my bed and started thinking about yesterday. After 20 minutes or so, I took a shower and changed my clothes. I set off for work. After a few minutes, in the distance was a figure. Chris? I wondered. No, it was detective Burke.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Nothing, only I know who started the fire"

"Who?"

"It wasn't you, I know that, it's either Chris or Stephanie"

"Which one detective?" I said sarcastically.

"That's where you come in"

"No" It was clear what he was thinking.

"I think so"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to find evidence. Like gloves, matches, written evidence, anything like that."

"How am I going to do that?"

"Use your imagination. I'll be seeing you soon." And with that he walked away. I watched him leave with a puzzled look on my face. After my shift at the dinner, I went to the workshop but there was no one there. I decided to try Chris's house. I rang the bell. Chris answered the door.

"What are you doing here Simone?" Chris said in an aggressive manner. Taken by surprise at the comment I just stood there. Then, after he had a second to think what he was doing, he kissed me and said in a nicer tone

"Simone you know that Stephanie could have answered the door, she doesn't know about us."

"Us?" I replied in a cute way. Chris smiled.

"Us, you and me. Come in." I went inside and sat on his couch.

"Wine?"

"Are you trying to seduce me?" I said in a luring manner. He walked over and kissed me. Then he softly whispered to me

"Shall we take this upstairs?" I looked at him with hunger in my eyes. It was hot. He took my hand and kissed it gently before I stood up. He then led me by the hand upstairs and into his bedroom.

We kissed softly by the bed; Chris removed my dress by sliding it off my shoulders. He removed my bra and started move his hands onto my breasts. Then he lifted me up and laid me back on the bed. He slid down my panties, spread my legs and looked up for permission. No one had ever gone down on me before I was excited. He started kissing my clit, then my thighs. He started running his tongue over my clit and sucked it gently. He then moved his tongue down over my pussy. Then he slid his tongue in slightly. The excitement of my first time, the situation, the psychical sensation, I was ready to cum. He slid his tongue into my wet pussy again and I came. I arched my back and bit my lip to stop myself screaming, Stephanie was in the house. I lay back on the bed. I looked up at Chris, he could see my delight. I asked him in a low, sexy voice "Should I swallow or spit?" Chris stood up by the bed. Then he removed his clothes his cock was already erect. I knelt down next to him and opened my mouth. I started to lick his cock I then moved my mouth over his cock and began sucking. I looked up, he seemed happy. He was growing in my mouth, I moved forward till almost all of his cock was I my mouth. I continued to suck gently for a few seconds the harder in rotation. He tapped my head. He moved back his cock fell out of my mouth, I was a little disappointed. He took my arms and lifted me up on the bed he then positioned me on all fours facing away from him he then knelt behind me on the bed and guided his cock into my soaking wet pussy he began to trust. I felt a euphoric wave begin to rise. I stated to orgasm I let out a small whimper. Chris, noticing this signal came. It was like a different type of orgasm from usual, it made my whole body ripple, but it was still amazing. I felt his cum inside me. I crossed my legs together to try to hold it in. We curled up together and fell asleep. 

Thursday. Chris had already gone to work when I woke up. He usually starts work at 6:00am and it was around 7:00am. I heard a noise outside the door. It was Stephanie, Chris's Daughter. She was seventeen, yes, almost the same age as me. She had shoulder length dark hair with red highlights. She was tall and slim with slightly large breasts for her frame. I quickly got up, dressed and brushed my hair back. Then I peeked out of the room and saw her enter the bathroom. This was my chance. I waited about thirty seconds and then crept past the bathroom and into her bedroom. I shut the door behind me and began searching for something like.a diary. Good work detective. I look in the drawers of her desk nothing. I continued the search but still I could not find anything of use to my investigation. Then an idea. I had a fight in my mind between right and wrong, morality, I wondered what type of person I was and what I should do now. Then suddenly a decision, clarity. I didn't have much time. I quickly and quietly crept past the bathroom and downstairs. Then made my way outside and shut the front door behind me. I waited around for 15 minutes long enough time for Stephanie to go back to her room and get dressed. I rang the doorbell. I waited a minute then the front door opened. Stephanie looked surprised but glad to see me.

"Hi Stephanie" I knew her fairly well because she went to my high school, we would talk to each other regularly and we would say hi when we saw each other around.

"Hey Simone" 

"I just came by to see if you are alright"

"Mom left town"

"I know, that's why I thought you might like some female company "

"Yeah, thanks, come on in." We went inside and sat down. We started chatting. We had a really nice and fun morning. She smiled a little and started to open up to me. We talked about her feelings, the fire and her mom. It was early afternoon now and had been talking for a while so I thought now is the time to start my detective work.

"So, are you seeing anyone at the moment?" (Dangerous ground considering.) 

"No"

"Are there any guys on the radar?"

"No, everything's been so crazy lately I just ain't got the time for a guy right now"

"Must be tough without a guy?" I said in a sexy manner.

"Well it's not really that bad. I ...." Stephanie paused.

"Go on, you can tell me" I said insistently. "I won't tell anyone you can trust me"

"I can trust you can I"

"Yes"

"You can't tell anyone what I am about to tell you, promise"

"I promise I won't tell anyone"

"I have a solution to that problem."

"What do you mean?" 

"Well" she paused and stared at me. "When do you, if you um...you know...service yourself?" Surprised I muttered

"Well, It's err difficult, with my parents, and my brother and sister always around the house."

"Exactly. With my dad around, I wouldn't want to do it here. But I do have somewhere I can go. Come with me."

We got up and headed out the door. We walked south down trough town to the other side we reached a house. I asked Stephanie

"What's this place?"

"It's was my grandma's house"

"Was"

"She died six months ago." Of course she did you idiot.

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be. Mom was here until she left town. Now I have the keys." She took the keys opened the door and we went inside.

"I keep all of my personal stuff here now." I thought to myself her diary must be here. I tried to keep focus on the conversation.

"Oh, right"

"You must keep all this to yourself" she glanced over at me looking for reassurance.

"I will" I replied.

"This place is private. No one will disturb you because no one knows about this place so I can...." Stephanie coughed "... self service." She turned to face me then said" I have to go to meet my friend in town then were going to shopping. Stay." she said invitingly. "You can err...masturbate." She smiled at me and licked her lip slightly. "Here use my room, there is stuff in the drawer. If you could just put clean sheets on the bed and drop the keys back at my house when you're done okay"

"Okay thanks" could I say anything else, It wasn't a bad offer.

"Okay gotta go" and with that she left. I looked in the rooms. There was nothing of interest to my investigation. There was only Stephanie's room to go. I went inside. The room was a sandy colour and there was a window on the far side. There was a single bed in the room, a desk a TV/VCR and a closet. I went to the desk and opened a drawer. Sure enough there it was her diary. I looked inside and it was clear that she started the fire, why? It was mid afternoon and a thought occurred to me. If I don't pleasure myself and just leave the sheets clean, Stephanie may become suspicious. By now the darkness of the situation was turning me on. I could put water on the sheets but Stephanie might smell them I thought. There was only one way to be sure. There was no way to cover the window, which only led to the rear of the house anyway, and it looked quiet. I touched my crotch. I could feel a tingle, well more like a fire now. I opened the closet. There were no clothes in it only two drawers. I opened one it was empty. I opened the other one inside was a videotape, a vibrator, some lubricant and a dildo. I took everything except the dildo (who knows where that has been). I placed the videotape in the VCR. Then I removed my top, my shoes, and pants and then took of my bra and sat on the bed. Last time I did it was in my bathroom in my house. My parents were downstairs, my sister was in her room and my brother was in the other bathroom. I had taken off my bedclothes and sat down on the toilet. I then fingered myself till I came. I could hear my sister walking past the bathroom, outside the door while I came. It wasn't the most pleasant experience. I couldn't relax properly. But anyhow, I lay sitting up and pressed the start button on the VCR and turned on the TV. It was porn a guy fucking this girl on a bed. I put lubricant on my hands and slid one over my breasts and into my panties. I rubbed for a while then slid my panties off onto the floor I turned on the vibrator and teased my clit with it. After a while I slid a finger or two inside my pussy. Unknown to me a certain cop was standing near the window watching me fuck myself. I was close to climax but suddenly, the tape changed. It wasn't porn now it was cam recorder footage of me. I could tell by the clothes that I was wearing the footage was taken over a few months. Then within a flash, it switched back to the porn. Bang, the door flew open. Two cops and Detective Burke burst into the room. I froze; shocked for a few seconds, then I immediately took my fingers out of my pussy and tried to cover myself up. Burke began to speak

"You are under arrest for the arson attack at The Sugarblue Riverside Boat Store on January 13th..."

I was in total shock and don't remember much about how I got to the station. But I remember the shame of putting my clothes on in front of the smirking officers.

Embarrassing is a bit of an understatement. Servicing myself when the cops burst in to arrest me was an unfortunate coincidence. But after seeing that tape, it was clear it was no 'unfortunate coincidence'. I had been set up, big time. After questioning it was even clearer. The diary contained a confession to the arson but did not contain any reference to Stephanie. Just me. The house was not registered to grandma but let to someone using my name! There was no tape. It was 'chewed up' in the VCR or something. Another coincidence. There was nothing I could say, Nothing. Total screwed over. How could I say, "I just went to the house to masturbate." It ridiculous. My best bet now was Detective Burke.

"She set me up," I shouted

"I know" he replied

"What are we going to do?"

"Well, we are going to charge you with arson and call your parents" he looked at me with sympathy

"But....." I muttered

"You have to deal with it Simone. Until we can prove your innocence."

That night was absolutely awful. I remember my brother's look of disgust at his little sister, who was caught with her fingers in her pussy by the cops. It was unbearable. So I went to bed, because tomorrow is another day as they say.

Thursday. I woke up at 7:00am, hit the shower and changed. A red dress, rather appropriate I thought. I looked good, I have to say. I had a little breakfast put on my leather jacket and set off. A woman on a mission as they say. After all payback is a bitch. I spent the morning sitting by the sea, sitting in my spot on the beach looking out at the mighty ocean. The sea brings me clarity and it was clear what I would have to do. Get revenge and save Chris. Both at the same time would be great. As I walked back towards town, a car pulled up

"Get in." Burke Said.

"I'm going to go to the house and tell Stephanie I know everything. I'm also going to tell her about our plan yesterday. Hopefully it will panic her into a confession."




Sugarblue Beach



"Call me on my cell if you need me." Burke took the cell number.

"Thanks, for all your help Simone."

"Be careful"

"You too" and with that Burke drove away.

I had to go and see Chris. As I entered the workshop, he looked up.

"Simone" He said surprised at my presence 

"Chris I..." He cut me off and started shouting at me.

"Listen you crazy bitch, you burnt down my store, watched my wife leave me, then you slept with me. Do you get some kinda kick outta this?"

"No"

"Go before I call the cops!"

"It was Stephanie. She burnt down the store." I tried to explain.

"Stop talking shit and go!" He picked up a weapon

"I love you, and I'm sure you know what's true" and with that I left. I didn't really have a choice. Meanwhile Detective Burke arrived at Chris's house. He rang the doorbell. Stephanie answered the door.

"Hi, detective. I have been meaning to thank you for finding the person responsible"

"I Have. May I come inside?"

"Of Course" They went inside. Stephanie went into the kitchen. Burke stood in the door way and said

"You're responsible for the arson attack and setting up Simone, aren't you? Why? What have your Dad and Simone done to you?" Before he knew, what had happened a baseball bat appeared from nowhere and struck him on the head. Stephanie reached down to the floor and checked his pulse. He was still alive. She began to drag his body down to the basement. She laid Burke at the bottom of the basement stairs when she noticed his gun and she picked it up. Then she heard the front door shut. Chris has returned home. She made her way up the stairs and closed the basement door. Chris walked into the kitchen.

"Hi, daddy"

"Hi sweetheart"

"Want some orange juice?"

"Sure" Stephanie turned to get some juice from the refrigerator. Chris noticed blood on the floor.

"Stephanie. I have seen Simone." She turned to face Chris. "What have you done sweetheart?"

"Daddy I...." Chris turns to leave, Stephanie hits him with a glass and he falls to the ground.

Meanwhile I check my cell. Still nothing. I can't wait any longer I have to go round there. I arrive at the house and see Burke's car. I bang on the door. Stephanie answers, and I hit her as hard as I could. She falls to the ground and I make my way in to the house. I went to kick her when I saw Chris on the ground. I go over to him. He was okay but he was dazed. I kissed him. Then I heard a clicking sound. I turned round. Stephanie had a gun pointed at me.

"Just tell me one thing before you shoot me" I said to her

"What?" she replied.

"Why did you burn down the store and set me up?"

"Isn't it obvious. Since I can remember you have always been my dad's special one. You were the one working with him on the boats. It should have been me, not you. I have been invisible for so long now. You broke up my parents because he was only ever in love with one person. You. You have ruined my childhood, my home and my life, and now you're fucking him. Congratulations. You've won the contest. Nobody else could. But now I'm going to put the final nail in your coffin. Any last words? I stared at her not backing down.

"I think you need some professional help. It's a great plan but you're stupid. Very, very stupid in fact, you're a crazy bitch." She smiles. The next thing I hear is the sound of the trigger being pulled. I put my head down and close my eyes. 

I then opened them, looked up and smiled at her. I pulled out Burke's gun from inside my leather jacket and shot her in the leg. She screamed realising the gun Burke had on him was a replica and due to the pain of being shot. I stood up, walked over to her and stood over her. I then hit her around the head with the gun. She was knocked out for sure. I walked over to Chris, knelt down beside him on the floor and kissed him. He looked up at me and said

"I'm so sorry Simone. I love you. I have always known that. She is crazy, but some of the things she said are true. I have always been in love with you no one else."

We kissed and hugged.

It was later that night, approaching sunset, when we said goodbye to Burke. He had come to wave us off. Chris and I thought it would be a good idea to go away for a while and spend some quality time together. How would we travel? By boat, of course. I went over to Burke

"Thank you"

"No thank you. It was you who saved us"

"It was your plan with the gun and stuff. You always catch the criminal."

"Yes I do" he smiled.

"Goodbye"

"Good luck to you and Chris, may you be happy together."

"Don't need it thanks. All we need is each other, and the sea"

"And the sea?" Burke looked puzzled. With that, I turned around and got on the boat. I went up to Chris and kissed him softly. With that, he powered up the boat and we headed out to sea. Burke stood, at my spot on the beach and waved goodbye. We did not turn back to wave we just headed out into the sea, towards the sunset.