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Mia

By: Tall_cool_one



Mia was always horny. She wasn't always thinking about boys, she just knew that when she did think about them, she'd get horny. And when she got horny, she just had to do something about it. Usually she went somewhere private, where she could slide her fingers inside of her damp panties, and rub her hot little clit until she felt the sweet release of her orgasm. Then her panties would really be wet.

Mia is a very pretty woman. At twenty-seven, she wore her chestnut hair in soft waves that fell over her shoulders and framed her sweet round face. She took pains to apply just the proper amount of makeup to accentuate her natural beauty. She carried her 5'-5" body straight when she stood. Her full breasts, narrow waist and soft round hips gave her the classic hourglass figure so many women envied.

Mia had a good job and she made enough money to buy fashionable clothes and wear sexy lingerie whenever she went out. She loved the feel of fine silky things under her clothes and always wore stockings and a garter belt when she had a skirt on. Mia made some of the other women around her a little uneasy when she was near their men.

Mia enjoyed her job and worked hard to get ahead. But she never crossed the line that some of her co-workers had in order to move up. She had witnessed the results of that game on more than one occasion. Her friend Jolene had made the mistake of sleeping with Tom Addison, one of her superiors, in order to get a promotion and all it got for her was a reputation as a slut and a pink slip the first time a lay-off came along.

Mia had grown up in suburbia and her family was a typical middle class family. Her father was tall and handsome, and her mother was considered to be a "looker" by all her friends. Mia's younger brother was a brat, at least Mia thought so.

Mia had a crush on her daddy, ever since she can remember. Her daddy made her horny too. She would lie in her bed at night, listening to her parents making love in the bedroom across the hall. When she was younger, she was curious. As she grew older, she knew what they were doing and began to wonder what it would be like.

She had her first sexual experience, with a boy, when she was eighteen. It happened rather unexpectedly one night at a party given for her best friends birthday. She had been dating Jeff for a while, but they had never gotten really serious. As Mia was dressing for the party, her father strolled past her door, which she had carelessly left standing partially open. She was drying her hair with a hair dryer and as she bent over, exposing herself to whoever passed her door, she did not see or hear him.

Then she noticed a movement in the mirror. As she stood up, she recognized the shirt he was wearing as he watched from the shadow across the hall from her room. Her pussy tingled almost instantly, becoming aware of his presence. Glancing in the mirror, she could imagine the view he had of her sweet rump, and the thick female lips tucked between her legs. She saw him move away from her door, and she went into her bathroom and quickly brought herself off with her fingers. Oh, how she wanted to have him touching her there, instead of herself.

Her temperature level remained at a fever pitch all through the party, and when Jeff suggested they go for a walk, she jumped at the chance. They had no more than walked around the corner from they house the party was, when she pushed herself into his arms and kissed him savagely. Jeff got the message in a hurry and before she could change her mind, Jeff pulled her behind the neighbor's hedge, had her panties down around her ankles and was fucking her from behind. 

Jeff was in a terrible state of arousal and came after only a few hasty strokes and left Mia with an even greater need than she had before. She sent Jeff back to the party alone, and walked the two blocks home letting her self quietly into the house. Mia intended to rush into her room and finish what Jeff had started.

Hurrying down the hall, Mia almost crashed into her mother, who stepped into the hallway from her bedroom door. Mia's mother stood right in front of her, very naked. Mia smelled the odor of sex immediately.

"Oh, Mia," her mother exclaimed, "I didn't hear you come in."

"I just got home." Mia replied, her pussy flooding her panties with the revelation the she had almost caught her parents in the act.

"I'll just be a sec in the bathroom," her mother said and turned away.

Mia looked into her parent's room and saw her father lying on the bed. His long thick cock glistened with their mutual excretions. He was still semi-hard from their recent coupling. Now, Mia was really on fire.

Spinning on her heel, she rushed into her room and closed the door. She quickly retrieved a soft cloth bag from the back of her pajama drawer and pulled a large, thickly veined rubber cock from the bag. She spit into her palm and smeared it on the fake penis. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she pulled her panties aside and hurriedly inserted the long thick dildo into her wet pussy and with a practiced hand, quickly brought herself to an intense orgasm.

Mia fell back on the bed, with the toy still pushed deeply in her cunt, and waited for the sensations to pass. She was still unsatisfied.

She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, someone was with her in her room.

"Mia. Wake up, Honey," her mother's soft voice coaxed her from her slumber.

Mia opened her eyes and stared up into her mother's clear blue eyes. She was still confused, just having been wakened, but she could feel the dildo was still imbedded in her cunt.

"Ma, it's okay," Mia mumbled.

"Shhhh. Let me help you, Baby," her mother whispered, and gently withdrew the sexy toy from her unfulfilled center.

Mia moaned as her mother eased the dildo from her depths. She hadn't pulled it all the way out yet, and Mia swooned as she felt it slide back in after her mother twisted it slightly to add to the sensations.

"Mama," Mia breathed, "I had sex with a boy tonight."

"I know, Baby," her mother said. "And he didn't get you there, did he?"

"No," Mia whimpered. "I had to do that myself. Does daddy get you off?"

"Oh yes, Baby. Your daddy gets me off really good. You'll find somebody that will do that for you one day," her mother soothed.

All the while they talked, Mia's mother was easing the dildo in and out of Mia's scalding pussy, until she erupted in the strongest orgasm of her young life. She clutched at her mother's hands and pulled the toy as far into her convulsing center as she could.

"Get some sleep, Baby," her mother said, and left Mia sweating on her bed.

Closing the door quietly, Mia's mother leaned against the wall next to Mia's door and trembled into a deep orgasm of her own.

Mia dated regularly. She had a long list of men who would jump at the chance to bed her. Some of them she actually enjoyed being with, others she would pass on. When she was particularly horny, she would have sex with her dates. She even went with the same guy for almost a year, and grew comfortable in his bed. But she still had a hunger inside that hadn't been fed and she didn't know exactly what it was.

And now, she was twenty-seven. She had her own condo, in a nice part of town, and lived the life she wanted with no strings yet attached. She saw her folks at least once or twice a week and still got itchy in the panties when she was alone with her dad. She continually flashed back to that single time she had seen his shining cock, and her mothers coming to her room.

Mia's aunt had a terrible accident, and her mother went to attend to her during her convalescence. Mia called her dad every day to check up on him and decided to invite him for dinner on Friday evening. He eagerly accepted and she was elated to be entertaining her father in her own place.

She took much care to see that everything was dusted and all the little girly things were safely tucked out of sight. She prepared a tasty lasagna and had it baking in the oven while she bathed and dressed for his impending arrival. She had no conscious plan to seduce her father that night. But every nerve in her body tingled with the idea of being alone with him.

She lingered in the bath. After drying herself, she painstakingly applied her make-up. She dabbed perfume on her nipples, making them harden from the cool touch of the glass applicator. She selected a pair of sheer rusty stockings and a garter belt, which matched her nearly non-existent bra and panties perfectly. She squeezed into a short black shiny shift with a plunging neckline.

Mia adorned her ears with the long sparkling earrings he had given her on her twenty-first birthday and the necklace he had give her just this past Christmas. Surveying herself in the mirror, she smiled and hoped he would find her attractive.

The clock on her dressing table told her he would be there in fifteen minutes. She shivered with anticipation. The narrow band of smooth lace covering her excited pussy had already grown damp. God, she hoped he wouldn't think she looked like a tramp.

She went to the living room and lit several candles and checked her dinner. The table was set, the wine was chilling and Mia was a nervous wreck. The door buzzer almost caused her to faint when her father pressed it announcing his arrival.

Mia smoothed her skirt, hoping again that it wasn't too short, and reached for the doorknob. He stood in the hall, outside her door, holding a huge box of long stemmed yellow roses and a bottle of champagne. Her knees turned to Jell-O at the sight of him. 'You're acting like a school girl,' she thought to herself, as she held the door wide for him to enter.

"You are simply gorgeous," Brian Aikens said, as he leaned to kiss his daughter's soft lips.

Mia leaned into the kiss and applied just a slight bit of extra pressure as their lips came together. Her heart was beating furiously inside her chest. The smell of his aftershave made her heady.

"For me?" she asked, taking the roses from his arm.

"Beautiful flowers for the beautiful lady," he answered.

She found a large vase and put the flowers on the table behind the sofa. She took his coat and hung it in the hall closet. All the while Brian watched his stunning daughter, a burning started deep in the pit of his soul. She was so perfect, just like her mother. He shouldn't be feeling like this, after all she was his daughter.

She served him dinner, and he helped her take the plates to the kitchen. She passed him in the doorway, feeling his chest brush against her hard nipples as he squeezed by. Both of them were feverish. He opened the champagne and held a crystal glass out for her and poured one for himself.

"To the most beautiful girl in the world," he toasted.

They drank to his toast and Mia said, "And to the most beautiful daddy in the universe."

She sat on the sofa next to him and they chatted about funny things. Her skirt edged up, exposing her stocking tops, when she curled her legs under herself. He glanced at her creamy thighs and quickly pulled his wandering eyes away. But, they wouldn't cooperate and kept returning to feast on his daughters exposed flesh.

Her eyes traveled to his lap and then to his face. She could tell that she was having an effect on him because his breath was becoming shallower and she could see he was fighting the beginning of an erection.

She let her hand slide along the back of the sofa. Her crimson polished nails made feather light contact with his neck, startling him upon first touch. He gazed into her lust filled eyes, deriving the full meaning of his daughter's feelings without either of them saying a single word. The touch of her fingers on his skin and the fragrance of her perfume intoxicated him.

He let his hand slowly reach out and caress her stocking covered knee. Mia leaned back and pulled her legs out from under her. Her skirt rode up a little higher and she let her legs part revealing the soft inner flesh above her stockings. His face came close to hers. She parted her lips to receive the first lustful kiss from her father. She hungered to feel his mouth on hers. When their lips touched, a spark went straight through to her heart. His searching tongue found hers and they came alive in each other's arms.

It felt to Mia as if he wanted to consume her. He pulled the zipped on the back of her dress down and slipped it off her shoulders. His warm mouth traced a trail from her lips to her neck, then across her shoulder and down the front of her to the swell of her breasts. Her hands fumbled at his fly and she worked it open, groping inside for his swelling manhood.

He pulled away and stood in front of her. Mia conquered his belt buckle and drew his trousers down over his hips and off his feet, as her stepped out of first one leg then the other. She quickly tugged his briefs over his hips, freeing his thick cock from its confines. He pulled her to her feet and helped her out of her dress. She turned so he could release the tiny hooks on her brassiere.

They eased down to the carpet in the center of the room, together. He carefully pulled her drenched panties off over her stocking clad legs and held them to his face, savoring the sweet odor of her feminine secretions.

Mia closed her hand around his stiffness and pushed him back to the floor. Swinging her leg over his face, she lowered her mouth to his raging cock and took him deep into her throat just as his tongue found her oozing slit. Brian eagerly lavished his daughter's hot pussy with his probing tongue. He spread her full feathery lips wide apart and pushed deep into her flowing hole.

Mia engulfed him with her mouth. His cock pulsed inside her cheeks, sending untold thrills to her very core. Her hands were softly caressing his balls and gently stroking up and down his hard shaft in unison with her mouth. She let him slip from her mouth and laved his balls with her wet tongue. She covered him with wet kisses and when she probed his puckered rosebud with her tongue, he nearly lost it.

Mia's pussy was awash. Brian's face was smeared with her juices. She wanted him to bury his cock in her pussy.

"Fuck me, Daddy," Mia croaked. "I want you in me, now."

She rolled off him and laid on her back on the floor, spreading her legs to give him complete access. He held his cock in his fist as he positioned himself between her splayed thighs. But he hesitated, for just a second.

"It's all right, Daddy. I'm on the pill," Mia breathed.

Brian slipped inside of his daughter and pushed his cock full length into her gushing cunt. Her legs wrapped around him and he drove into her with long sure repetitions.

Mia was to learn the pleasure of man in control. Her daddy had mastered the art of self-control. He had learned how to maintain a hard-on and hold his ejaculation long after his partner had reached her first orgasm. He prided himself on how his wife would brag to her girlfriends about his lovemaking.

She reached her first orgasm within minutes. It was her first release of her life, from the feel of a man inside of her. Her climax was deep and lasted for what seemed like a whole minute. Brian felt her stiffen and then shudder as the sensation raced through her body. He held her close as she whimpered in his ear.

"I love you, Daddy," Mia cried.

"I love you too, Baby Girl," he responded.

Brian's cock remained firm in Mia's quivering cunt. He moved slowly out of her and helped her to turn over, pulling her up on her knees. He entered her from behind and pushed into a place that had never experienced penetration before. He repeated his entrance into her many times before she came again. This time, her orgasm was more intense and lasted much longer. Her juices flowed out of her, bathing his balls and their legs with her fragrance.

Brian continued his rhythmic motions, taking Mia to even higher sensual plateaus. Mia had never felt so alive in her life. She wanted to feel him shooting his hot cum deep in her pussy.

"Cum in me, Daddy." She begged. "Fill me with your hot load."

Brain heard her plea and acknowledged her request by lengthening his stroke and relaxing his hold on his emotions. He drew from all of his inner strength and let his hot semen evacuate it's home in his balls and find it's way deep into his daughter's hungry womb. Repeatedly he pulsed, sending wave after wave of thick creamy cum far inside of Mia's quaking center.

Mia's young sleeve clenched Brian's erupting cock and milked him as her third orgasm gripped her body. He had never felt such intense emotion, as he was experiencing with his precious daughter. His strength was ebbing as he released the last of his flow. Mia collapsed under him to the carpet. Brian held himself up on shaking arms as he withdrew his spent cock from her still trembling pussy.

A long thin thread of sperm stretched from her lips to the purple crown of his prick, dislodging and falling to leave a shiny line of cum on the back of her leg. Their mixed juices oozed from her dilated opening and drooled over her clit to drip on the carpet between her outspread thighs. Brian sat back on the floor and watched as the thick rivulets drained from her sated body, making a small creamy puddle beneath her.

"I love you, Daddy," Mia's muffled voice reached his ears.

"Mia," he said. "We shouldn't have done this."

"I know, Daddy," she said. "But I've wanted you for years. I've listened to you and mom across the hall and when I saw her naked that night and I saw your cock, I knew that some day I would find a way to get you to make love to me."

"She told me," he said.

Mia rolled over and looked at his face.

"She told you?" she asked.

"Yes. She told me about the dildo, and how hot you were," he explained. "She also told me how extremely aroused she was and how she wanted to make love to you herself."

"Why didn't she say something?" Mia asked.

"She didn't know if you had any desire for women," he said. "She figured that if you were interested, you'd let it be known."

"She's lovely, Daddy," Mia whispered. "I had no idea."

"Well, now you do," he said. "And you obviously know how I feel about you. I'm going to tell her about tonight and you might want to explain your feelings for her yourself."

"Oh, Daddy. I will," Mia said.

Brian's cock, still glistening with their mixed juices, was lying semi-hard on his leg. Mia lowered her face to him and took him into her mouth. He hardened quickly as she sucked on him.

Mia turned her face up to his and said, "Fuck me again, Daddy. This time, I want to feel you in my ass hole."

Mia



Nu-l pot pricepe.

Suntem la festivitatea de absolvire a liceului, iar după ce ne ține o prelegere, de final, directorul îi dă cuvântul profei de chimie.

Femeie frumoasă, deșteaptă și extrem de înțelegătoare.

De-aia, probabil, eu și chimia organică am fost și am rămas paraleli.

Femeia a avut grijă, din prima zi a anului de curs, să ne întrebe pe fiecare ce drum suntem interesați să urmăm.

Apoi, pe cei care, cel puțin teoretic, urmau să se intersecteze cu chimia, i-a pus să ocupe băncile din față, iar noi, ceilalți, să ne retragem în spate.

Ne-a propus un pact -- putem, fiecare, să ne pregătim, în timpul orelor de chimie, la orice materie vrem noi, sau, pur și simplu, să nu facem nimic, cu condiția de a nu-i deranja ei ora...

De asemenea, a avut grijă să ne comunice că media noastră pe an, la chimie, va fi 6 (șase)...

Din partea mea, putea să-mi dea și cinci, că tot aș fi fost mulțumit!

Oricum, repet, frumoasă femeie!

Măritată, cu un copilaș la grădiniță, cu un soț arătos, din ce bârfesc fetele care au avut ocazia să-l vadă de câteva ori, când a venit s-o ia cu mașina pe nevastă-sa...

În fine, reveniți la festivitate, termină și asta de vorbit, apoi, surprinzător, tovarășul director îmi dă mie cuvântul, ca să vorbesc din partea absolvenților...

Repet, nu pricep! N-am fost nici cel mai bun elev, cu cele mai bune rezultate, nici vreun monument de disciplină -- de două ori, chiar, am avut contre direct cu el, o dată pentru că i s-a părut că am părul cam lung, iar altă dată din cauza cravatei, care era, într-adevăr, neagră, cum dorea el, însă avea și niște buline albe, extrem de discrete...

Oricum, cel puțin din punctul meu de vedere, mi-e clar că nu nutrim cine știe ce simpatie unul față de celălalt...

Acum, la atâția ani distanță, privind retrospectiv, mă gândesc că poate omul, știind că de fiecare dată m-am contrat cu el, politicos, susținându-mi punctul propriu de vedere, s-a gândit că sunt suficient de tare în clanță încât să nu merg în fața microfonului și să... tac!

Sau, poate, chiar asta și-a dorit, ca să mă umilească!...

Habar n-am!

Cert este că mă pomenesc în fața microfonului și a întregului corp profesoral, plus toți elevii liceului.

Încerc să-mi revin din uimire, chestie pe care, de fapt, o fac în timp ce, agale, mă îndrept spre microfon...

Îmi spun, în gând, că e vorba de un microfon, nu de eșafodul pentru spânzurătoare, iar cei cărora trebuie să mă adresez îmi sunt oameni cunoscuți -- doar nu e prima dată când dau ochii cu ei...

Nu mai țin minte nici măcar un cuvânt din ce am vorbit la microfon, însă cert este că, după încheierea festivității, dirigul meu, prof de filozofie, nu mai prididește strângându-mi mâna și mulțumindu-mi că nu l-am făcut de râs, ci din contra!

Apare și proful de geografie -- ăsta nu-i sănătos la cap, însă știu sigur că mă simpatizează!

Zic că nu-i sănătos, întrucât întotdeauna când a dialogat cu mine, a făcut-o numai în limba engleză.

Nu, nu mi-a dat niciodată mai mult de opt, conștient fiind că nu prea le am eu pe astea cu geografia. Chiar îmi spunea:

= Ce păcat, la engleză ești de unșpe, dar la geografie, să fim serioși!...

Cum ziceam, mă ține și ăsta-n felicitări, cu o voce destul de ridicată și, normal, tot în engleză...

Chiar îmi face și o urare, un fel de blestem, ca viața să mă aducă în situația de a avea nevoie de geografie...

O să râdeți, dar chiar am ajuns să am nevoie și nu doar o singură dată -- mereu mi-am adus aminte de blestemul nebunului...

În fine, scap și de ăsta și... apare Mia, tipa cu cele mai bune rezultate la învățătură, care-mi mărturisește că mă invidiază și îmi arată că ea chiar își pregătise un discurs, apoi, după o pauză:

= Totuși, discursul meu muncit câteva ore bune, față de cuvintele pe care ni le-ai adresat tu, clar nepregătite, este... apă de ploaie! Felicitări! Ești tare!...

Acum, ce să vă spun? Fata are peste un metru optzeci, are un păr de un șaten deschis pe care, chiar dacă nu este permis, îl mai ajută, probabil, să se deschidă, iar profii nu i-au făcut niciodată observație, datorită rezultatelor de excepție la învățătură...

În rest, bine făcută, cu toate cele bine puse la locul lor, că doar am avut ocazia, la orele de sport, s-o studiez bine de tot...

Nu, până în clipa asta, nu mi-a trecut prin gând să mă ocup de ea.

Mi-e clar că, aproape sigur, este fată mare, iar dacă ar fi să fie ceva, este genul care vrea o relație exclusivistă, stabilă, cu plimbări pe alei și amor ghebos.

Nu, nu-i pentru mine. Am alte priorități...

Înainte de a se îndepărta, mă uimește:

= Sper că diseară, la bal, nu mă neglijezi!...

Da, urmează balul de absolvire, pentru care, normal, am făcut chetă, iar tovarășul director s-a dovedit uimitor de mărinimos încât să permită achiziționarea de șampanie și pentru absolvenți, nu numai pentru corpul profesoral!...

Mă uit la Mia cum se îndepărtează, privind-o, de data asta, recunosc, cu alți ochi.

Undeva, într-un cotlon al minții, deja îmi încolțește hotărârea ca, diseară, să aflu, cu certitudine, dacă Mia mai este, sau nu, fată mare, așa cum încă mai cred...

Cum petrecerea este programată să înceapă, oficial, la ora optsprezece, mi-e clar că mișcarea adevărată urmează să se petreacă undeva pe la ora nouăsprezece, că doar nu degeaba tov. Director a decretat că șampania se deschide la ora douăzeci!...

Nu, noi nu trebuie să facem nimic -- totul a fost aranjat de câțiva elevi voluntari de la clasele a zecea și a unsprezecea.

Oricum, nu e vorba de mese întinse, cu tacâmuri, veselă, chestii.

Totul a fost organizat în stilul bufetului suedez, mai puțin pentru corpul profesoral, aranjat strategic într-un capăt al sălii de sport, unde se petrece acțiunea...

Cu toate că mi-am propus ca și eu, tot pe la nouăsprezece să mă prezint, pe la optsprezece mă apucă niște mâncărimi de nedescris, care, pur și simplu, mă dau afară din casă, așa că pe la optsprezece treizeci, oricât de încet m-am mișcat, tot am ajuns.

Mă duc și-l salut pe director, care, normal, este deja acolo.

Ține și ăsta, însă discret, să mă felicite pentru discurs:

= Mă așteptam să faci față, însă, sincer, m-ai uimit! Ai fost spontan și... ai cucerit audiența. Să știi că, în general, când vorbește reprezentantul absolvenților, nu se prea aude ce spune, din cauza rumorii -- elevii nu mai au răbdare și devin indisciplinați. Este prima oară când s-a întâmplat... altfel!...

Intervine, din nou, proful de geografie:

= E tare, domnule! Băiatul ăsta, cu siguranță va ajunge cineva în viață!...

Mulțumesc frumos și mă eschivez, lăsându-i să povestească între ei -- poate că altora le place, însă mie nu mi-a plăcut niciodată să fiu lăudat în mod exagerat...

Mă simt luat de braț.

Îmi întorc privirea și... sunt uimit.

Este Mia!

Uimirea mi se trage de la faptul că e... blondă!

= ... Ce-ai făcut? Ți-ai vopsit părul!...

= Habar n-ai tu de când așteptam momentul ăsta! Uite, mi-am dat și cu lac de unghii! Inclusiv la picioare! Am muncit azi de m-am spetit!...

Totodată, nu pot să nu-mi arunc privirea spre decolteul rochiei.

E decoltată, iar când zic decoltată, nu mă refer la vreun decolteu modest, ci unul amplu și adânc, așa încât este mai mult decât limpede că nu poartă sutien!

Fie ce-o fi, să zică și să facă orice, că eu tot cred că e virgină!

Doamne, după atâtea gagici cu care am avut de-a face, nu cred să mă înșel atât de tare!

Cum, deja, oficial, nu mai suntem sub oblăduirea școlii, putem face cam ce vrem, cu excepția faptului că de fumat, tot afară se fumează, doar că, de data asta, fără fereală...

Un tâmpit de coleg, chiar a adus și o sticlă de vodcă -- chestia asta nu-mi place.

Vreau să fie o petrecere civilizată, nu să se facă vreunii vraiște și să iasă cine știe ce balamuc...

O rog pe Mia să mă scuze o clipă și mă duc la cretinelul care tocmai ce se pregătea să-i dea cep sticlei:

= Băi nașparliule, câte de-astea ai adus? (mă refer la fiolele de băutură)

Râde:

= Una, că doar n-o să alimentez eu toată petrecerea!...

= O să alimentezi pe dracu să te ia! Iei frumos sticla și te duci la director și-l rogi să ți-o țină la el acolo, întrucât tu, după bal, urmează să te duci la o petrecere în privat, iar la ora aia, alimentarele sunt închise.

Ne știm prea bine și de prea mult timp, așa că tipul își stinge țigara, cu năduf și pleacă să facă ce i-am zis.

Brusc, se oprește și se întoarce spre mine:

= Auzi? Și dacă mi-o confiscă? Îmi cumperi tu alta?

= Cu siguranță!

Doamne, ăsta nu este încă în stare să priceapă că... gata! Liceul este o etapă încheiată!

Deh, unii se maturizează mai greu!...

Aflu, mai târziu, în timp ce dansam cu profa de chimie, că idiotul s-a dus și i-a spus directorului că eu l-am trimis să-i țină sticla în custodie!...

Nașparliu, ca de obicei.

Chiar nu reușeam să pricep de ce directorul mă tot fixa și se uita cu simpatie la mine...

Apropos de profa de chimie, stătea, biata femeie, pe scaun, de înțepenise.

Nici unul dintre profi n-au catadicsit s-o invite la dans.

De fapt, din cadrul corpului profesoral, nu dansa nimeni -- toți, înțepeniți pe scaune, de parcă erau la ședință, nu la petrecere...

Doar directorul ce se tot plimba, pe post de supraveghetor...

Înainte de a face gestul, îi povestesc Miei ce am de gând.

Tipa, cu jumătate de glas:

= Și... chiar crezi că o să accepte să danseze cu tine?

Cum, în privat, sunt destul de slobod la gură, răspund:

= Stai mamă, liniștită, că doar o invit la dans, nu în fân!...

= Hai s-o văd și p-asta!...

O las pe un scaun și plec.

Mi-am afișat zâmbetul meu de cuceritor și, politicos, am invitat-o la dans.

Mi-a întors zâmbetul și s-a ridicat fără nici cea mai mică umbră de ezitare...

Chiar mi-a mărturisit, șoptit, că începuse să înțepenească pe scaunul ăla...

Habar n-am dacă a băut prea multă șampanie -- că la ei nu este raționalizată -- sau, pur și simplu m-a ghicit că nu sunt vreun copilaș neînțărcat, că la întrebarea mea că de ce nu dansează și profii, mi-a răspuns cu o expresie de m-a surprins:

= Dă-i naibii de expirați!

Mi-e clar că nu și-a petrecut tinerețea doar studiind chimia organică și anorganică!...

Dansăm vreo jumătate de oră -- tipa, e clar, are multă experiență și la capitolul ăsta și nici n-are vreo inhibiție ca la blues-uri să se lipească de mine...

Oricum, mi-e clar că dansează, nu îmi face, în vreun fel, vreun avans.

Chiar îmi mărturisește că abia așteaptă să scape bărbatu-su de la minister -- nu știu care și nici nu întreb -- ca să-l ia și pe el la dans, apoi să se poată scuza și să se retragă.

În sfârșit, tot în timpul unui blues:

= Mă așteptam la transformarea asta -- mă refer la Mia...

= Scuze, dar... eu tot fată cuminte cred că este!...

Râde, cu poftă:

= Te-am ghicit eu!... Ai grijă! Sunteți mult prea tineri ca să faceți copii!...

= ...

= Hai, tinere, gata, îți mulțumesc că te-ai îndurat de găina asta bătrână, dar... vezi că puicuța aia a cam ajuns la exasperare...

O conduc, îi mulțumesc, apoi mă îndrept spre Mia, care-i toată numai zâmbet...

O invit, normal, la dans.

Cine a organizat muzica, a făcut-o cu cap -- blues-urile primează...

Nu începe bine blues-ul, că Mia se și lipește de mine -- se pare că a inspirat-o profa de chimie...

Mă întreabă, șoptit:

= De când ești tu așa de intim cu profa?

= ...?...

= Hai măi, că toți profii se uitau la voi ca la mașini străine, ca să nu mai vorbesc de colegii noștri și mai ales de colege!...

Îi dau un răspuns glumeț:

= Vezi ce înseamnă să fii un bun dansator?!?

= Ei, hai! Lasă, lasă!...

Devin serios:

= Fata moșului, dacă stau să mă gândesc bine, este pentru prima oară când profa și cu mine ne atingem! Până acum nici măcar n-am dat, vreodată, mâna!...

= ... Vă stătea atât de bine împreună!...

= ... Hai că ai înebunit! Ea spre patruzeci, eu doar optișpe, la fix!

= ... Lasă, că... s-au mai văzut cazuri!

= Mia, vezi că degeaba croșetezi, că... îți lipsește materialul!...

= ... Scoate-mă la o țigară, te rog.

= OK!

Ieșim.

Culmea, nu-i nimeni la fumat, așa că profit de moment și o iau pe Mia de mână și ne îndreptăm spre intrarea din spate a liceului.

Normal, ușa este încuiată, dar fereastra aia cu pervazul jos și cu încuietoarea defectă este tot la locul ei, așa că ne strecurăm, ca infractorii, în școală.

Ne acomodăm destul de rapid cu întunericul, mai ales că suntem ajutați și de razele lunii...

O duc la etaj și intrăm într-o clasă ale cărei ferestre nu pot fi văzute dinspre sala de sport.

Doar știu ce ochi vigilenți poate să aibă directorul...

Ne aprindem țigările. Fumăm, apoi iau mucurile și le arunc pe fereastră.

O iau pe Mia de mână și o conduc în fundul clasei.

O îndemn să stea jos, în bancă, apoi o prind de bărbie:

= Dacă-ți stric un pic machiajul, ai cu ce să ți-l refaci?

= ... Dar ce vrei?...

Zâmbesc:

= Pentru început, să te sărut, apoi, mai vedem noi...

Se apropie cu gura de a mea.

O sărut -- știe fata asta să sărute, cum știu eu să cânt la mandolină! Ioc!

Între timp, dacă tot are decolteul ăsta obraznic și nici nu poartă sutien, îi strecor mâna și-i iau sfârcul la mozolit.

Dârdâie de zici că-i în pielea goală la minus cișpe grade!...

Îi bag eu limba în gură, dar își ferește limba de a mea de zici că i-am băgat vreun drug fierbinte...

Nasol și cu preocuparea asta, strict pentru școală!...

Îi dau jos umărul rochiei, lăsându-i sânul liber. Dârdâie în continuare, însă nu face nici cel mai mic gest să se împotrivească...

Îi las gura și mă aplec, luându-i sfârcul în gură.

Dârdâie de incepe să se zgâlțâie și banca în care suntem așezați.

Îi bag mâna pe sub faldurile rochiei, pe sub jupon, direct la chiloți.

Din ce simt, tactil, fata nu poartă chiloți tetra, din bumbac, ci o chestie din dantelă.

Nu-mi pierd timpul cu finețuri -- fac ce fac și-i îndepărtez, cât se poate, picioarele, apoi trag de chilot într-o parte și-i proptesc degetul la lindic.

O dă pe hăuleli, ceea ce sincer, nu-mi prea place.

Habar n-am dacă școala este chiar pustie.

Îi las sfârcul din gură și-i șoptesc să tacă.

Mă ascultă.

Ca să mă asigur, îi bag limba-n gură, apoi, rapid și cu dexteritate, îi bag mâna intre labii, ajung la vagin și-mi continui călătoria până am confirmarea.

Fata este, într-adevăr, fată.

E speriată, tensionată, dar, în continuare, nu se împotrivește.

Acum, să fim serioși, că... la cum este îmbrăcată și nepregătită, e clar că nu se pune problema să-i fac ceva mai mult decât mozoleala asta infantilă.

Totuți, nebun cum sunt, îmi vine o idee.

O ajut și o urc pe pupitru, rugându-mă să fie suficient de curat, încât să nu-i murdărească rochia.

O iau de picioare și i le ridic pe umeri, apoi, cu o mână îi dau iarăși minunatul chilot de dantelă de-o parte, apoi, cu cealaltă mână, îi iau pizda la smotocit.

Iar dă s-o dea pe hăuleli, însă-i aduc aminte că trebuie să se abțină.

De data asta n-o las până nu-mi umple mâna de sloboz.

Îi spun:

= Repede, ai o batistă la tine?

O scoate, cu degete tremurânde și mi-o dă.

O împăturesc și i-o bag la intrarea în pizdă, sub dantela chilotului.

Cu tot întunericul, tot realizez că este roșie ca (d)racul...

Mi-e clar că ăsta n-a fost primul orgasm din viața ei, însă tot atât de clar îmi este și că, cel mai probabil, este pentru prima oară când il provoacă altcineva...

Îi las picioarele de pe umeri și o ajut să se ridice în fund, apoi, cu o mână pe sân, îi bag limba-n gură.

Tot așa, stă de lemn.

Îi scot limba din gură și-i spun:

= Pui mic, că tot suntem la școală, să te învăț. Încearcă să mă imiți. Luptă-te cu limba mea.Mângâi-o!

Reluăm operațiunea. Încearcă ea ceva, însă nu face mari progrese...

O ajut să coboare înapoi pe băncuță, însă n-o las să-mi facă loc să mă așez și eu.

Îi spun:

= Nu, că la ce urmează să facem, în poziția asta, eu trebuie să rămân în picioare.

Îmi desfac cureaua, știțul, apoi îmi las pantalonii să coboare și-mi cobor și chiloții:

= Hai, ia-o-n mână!...

Este primul moment când se împotrivește:

= Dar eu n-am făcut niciodată așa ceva!...

= Păi tocmai de-asta s-a inventat și prima dată!

Stă ca lemnul, așa că nu știu ce-mi vine, dar o iau de ceafă și o trag spre mine, iar cu cealaltă mână îmi ghidonez pula spre botul ei...

Îi ating buzele cu capul pulii, dar e clar că ține gura strâns închisă și mai și începe să dea din cap in sens de negare...

O strâng cu degetele de ceafă, nu foarte tare și-i spun:

= Hai, deschide gura și învață!

Faptul c-am strâns-o de ceafă, faptul că i-am vorbit destul de ferm, habar n-am, însă se conformează, așa că i-o bag.

Nu mult, doar un pic mai mult decât capul pulii.

Continui cu instrucțiunile:

= Hai, trateaz-o ca pe o acadea! Linge-o, poți s-o și sugi, dar nu prea tare!

Timid, se conformează.

O las așa, vreo cinci minute. De fiecare dată când se oprește din lins, o admonestez:

= Nu te opri! Asta-i pulă, nu acadea!

În fine, i-o scot și-i spun:

= Uite, acum o să ți-o bag, cât de adânc o vei putea tu suporta și o să te fut eu, să vezi cum este. La început, probabil că n-o să-ți placă, însă, cu timpul se poate întâmpla ca să ajungi să faci chiar o pasiune pentru chestia asta!... Hai, ia-o!

O prind cu amândouă mâinile de cap, apoi o trag și-i bag pula, nu repede, că nu vreau să se înece.

Când ajung cu ea pe la jumătate, începe să dea semne de împotrivire. O încurajez:

= Hai! Încă puțin! Hai, că sigur poți!

Îmi face semn că vrea să i-o scot. Mă conformez.

Respiră greu, aproape că gâfâie:

= Măi, nu te supăra, vreau s-o fac, vezi bine, dar... nu aici! Mi-e frică să nu mă apuce voma, să nu-mi murdăresc rochia...

Are dreptate, iar eu nu sunt ghiolban:

= Bine, uite cum facem, ca să mă pot descărca și eu.

Scot batista din buzunar și i-o dau:

= Uite, ține-mi tu batista, iar când ți-o cer, ai grijă să mi-o dai. Nu vreau să murdăresc de spermă clasa, sau pe tine. Între timp, eu mi-o frec, iar tu, fără ca să te mai controlez eu, te apleci, scoți limba și încerci să mă lingi pe capul pulii -- hai, că nu-i mare filozofie!

Sunt, e adevărat, destul de întărâtat, încărcat, chestii, însă tot durează vreo cinci minute până să ajung la explozie.

Mia, conștiincioasă, mă linge la greu, chiar dacă, din greșeală, de două ori am lovit-o cu mâna în nas...

= Gata! Dă-mi batista!

Mi-o dă, apoi, uimire! Se apleacă și mai mult și-mi ia capul pulii în gură.

Explodez, in timp ce-mi frec, în continuare, cu dreapta, baza pulii, iar cu stânga îi țin batista sub buze, ca să fiu sigur că nu-i scapă ceva pe rochie...

Prinde mișcarea și-și duce și ea mâna la batistă, pentru siguranță.

În fine, mă potolesc.

Îi spun:

= Poți să verși sperma în batistă...

O văd cum face ceva mișcări, apoi, clar, înghite:

= Nu sunt siloasă, de felul meu, iar chetia asta, pe bune, nu are cine știe ce gust!...

Folosește, totuși, batista, ca să se șteargă pe buze...

O ia apoi și și-o vâră la ea în poșetă:

= O să ți-o aduc, spălată, când ne revedem.

Nu am replică.

Apoi, tot ea:

= Am să te rog să nu te superi, dar aș vrea să ne întoarcem la petrecere. Lipsim cam de mult...

Își ridică umărul de la rochie, apoi mă roagă ca, înainte de a coborî, să trecem pe la toaletă, că are nevoie de o oglindă, să se aranjeze, cât de cât...

În fine, ne strecurăm pe aceeași fereastră și ieșim din clădirea școlii.

De data asta, surprize!

Parcă s-a mutat petrecerea afară, la locul de fumat!

Nu vă spun cu ce priviri suntem întâmpinați, însă, din fericire, nu se fac comentarii, cel puțin de așa natură încât să le auzim și noi...

Intrăm, luăm câte un suc, apoi ne așezăm.

Mă întreabă, șoptit:

= Crezi că s-au prins?...

= Păi nu, c-or fi mai tâmpiței!...

Ea, poate că nu știe, însă, dintre colegele noastre care au trecut prin patul meu, cel puțin zece sunt aici, prezente!...




Mia



Mia had come to live with us right after high school graduation. She had been dating our son Michael for years. In the last few months of their senior year she had really become part of our family. He mother had lived a hard life. Mia had three brothers and a two-year-old sister and I think she had used out house to hide from having to serve as mother to the rest of the brood. Graduation night had been a big celebration for everyone and we had a whole horde of kids and their parents to our house after the ceremony. When things had died down, Michael had driven Mia home. We didn't expect them for a while, Big Michael had joked they would probably be parked up at the bluff for a couple of hours. When the front door slammed we were shocked. 

Mia's mother had not been at the graduation. Mia had told us she was working but that wasn't the truth. In truth she had been moving. Mia told us through tears she thought something might be going on. There was another new man and he had convinced Mia's mom to sneak away in the night. I was heartbroken for the girl. The next morning Mia, the Michael's and I went and cleared out Mia's stuff from the otherwise empty apartment and moved her into our guestroom.

For the first couple of months we had kept the kids apart as good parents should but when we all went to Mexico big and little Michael went fishing and had apparently discussed it coming to the conclusion that the kids were both 18, they were in love, and they were doing it anyway. That night our youngest switched bedrooms in the condo and Mia and Michael shared a bed.

I will admit to you I felt dirty. They did their best to keep quiet but as Big Michael snored gently beside me having had one too many margaritas I listened through the thin walls to the gentle squeak of their bed in the next room. I found myself thinking of her chestnut skin and long lean legs. I didn't like that it excited me but I kept the TV on mute. When I heard her gentle sighs it was too much, I can't remember how long it had been since I touched myself that way, probably before I was married, but in the dark bedroom listening to the young woman's soft moans I touched myself, my fingers quickly bringing me to an orgasm unlike any I had experienced in a long time. The other room went quiet and I lay there disgusted by myself for a short time before dozing off thinking things I shouldn't have been thinking.

The rest of the summer passed quickly. College plans had changed. Mia scurried desperately to get her financial aide package collected but with no one to sign off, her mother having completely disappeared going so far as disconnecting her cellular phone, Michael and I ended up placing her tuition on our credit card. Little Michael went off to State, the plans and deposits had already been made. He would be gone in the dorm for a semester but we knew he would be back after Christmas break. Marriage was being suggested. Big Michael was against it but knew in the end it would be out of our hands. The kids had both taken jobs in the evenings serving fast food and spent their mornings lying in the pool. Now that we allowed them their privacy at night and they no longer needed to steal their time to be intimate they allowed me to lay in the sun with them. 

I tried not to look but I couldn't help myself. She was so incredibly perfect. All Mia knew of her father was that he had passed on to her dark skin and wavy black hair. Her eyes, pale blue, had come from her mother. She was a strikingly beautiful girl and in the tiny bikini there was little of her body that was covered. Big Michael hid from her. On weekends he would come up with 100 things to do that kept him from the backyard and her sunbathing. I didn't hide. If anything I spent more time than usual in my lounge chair. I was too embarrassed by my growing obsession to even admit to myself that I was stalking the young woman.

Worst of all, I was still touching myself. It was getting out of control. I would slip away after our time by the pool and I would lock the door, tug free of my bikini and close my eyes. I would lie on the bed imagining her body against mine. I was forced to bite down on my pillow; the orgasms were so intense I was scared of the noises I might make. I had tried to take my frustrations out on my husband, attacking him when we had gone to bed, but laying beneath him, even filling my head with thoughts of her nubile body, did not give me the release I needed. 

I had never wanted a woman before. It scared me, it confused me, and it thrilled me in a way that was becoming a problem.

Summer was coming to an end. I don't know why but I felt like everything would come to an end with it. I plotted and schemed struggling to make something happen. My deceit terrified me. I bought baseball tickets for the boys and sent them off leaving the two of us alone in the house. I was sure she would take the night to herself, escaping to see friends. When I found that we were alone, putting together a salad just for the two of us my heart raced and I watched her. We ate and I slipped into my bedroom. I found the negligee I wanted buried deep in a drawer, a nearly forgotten present from my husband years ago. It was a long gown. There were satin panels interspersed with sheer lace. It was entirely inappropriate. I pulled it over my head and admired myself in the mirror. The lace was strategically placed to reveal my breasts and the tuft of dark hair below my belly. I took a seat on the large couch beside her and used the TV remote to put on an old French movie about a woman seduced by her young female house guest. 

I struggled not to look at the woman beside me but stole glances as often as I could. Her shorts were too short, her tank was too tight, and my gown was too revealing. I thought she would sneak away but she didn't. She sat beside me watching the film only occasionally checking her phone to show me a picture of the boys with their hot dogs.

I managed not to touch myself as the two women embraced on the screen. I forced myself not to look at her to see her reaction to the movie. The movie drew to an end with a startling twist, the young girl attempting to murder her older lover. It was not a particularly good movie but it had quickly become a favorite to me. I waited as the credits rolled for her reaction. She didn't say anything and it was killing me. 

"So that wasn't what I expected." I said, blatantly soliciting some kind of a response.

"Why did she try to kill the old woman?" the girl asked, breaking my heart, was the woman really that old. Was I an old woman?

"I don't have any idea." I replied sadly.

"I mean, maybe if she went to all that work to seduce her, and she said no, well, maybe then I could see her wanting to kill her but she didn't, they went at it, didn't they? They didn't show the good stuff, but I don't think it ended just with kissing, do you?" It took me a second to understand her critique but I think I figured it out.

"Maybe she didn't want to have sex with her. Maybe it upset her. I don't know. I've never known a lesbian." The word seemed so foreign to me and I actually wondered if I had ever said it before. I was sure I had, but it just sounded awkward.

"I don't think they were lesbians. I mean, you don't have to me lesbian to be with a girl anymore. I guess maybe it's an old movie." She stood up. She stretched. It hurt me to see her body extended like that just inches away from me. Her thigh was so close to me, it was the color of milk chocolate. I wondered if I extended my fingers, if I touched her, how would she react. She walked from the room, her movements were so gentle. She was gone for a minute and I couldn't resist it. I cursed the long gown; even with the long slit up my thigh I couldn't get my fingers to where I so desperately wanted. I settled by touching my breast, I felt my nipple, firm beneath the thin lace. I pinched it delicately, the sensation was electric and I felt it like lightning between my thighs. I needed to escape to my bedroom before the boys got back. I was just making to stand when the woman came around the corner.

Her tank top was gone; her smooth dark shoulders appeared just above a bath towel she had wrapped around her. I was sitting forward awkwardly, caught between sitting and standing and she approached me, standing far too closely.

"Linda," she said. She never called me Linda. She called me Mrs. Morrison, or sometimes ma'am, but never just Linda. "You and Mr. Morrison saved me. I can never repay you for everything." She opened the towel exposing the perfection of her young body. "Do you want..." she whispered. My heart raced in my chest. I just looked up at her. "I mean, if you want me to..." Her lips were so beautiful, her face, an expression I couldn't identify, her eyes, so soft. "Do you want to touch me?"

"Mia." I whispered, unable to say anything more.

"You can if you want." She said.

I was crying. I felt the tear on my cheek and I wrapped my arms around her lean body. I didn't touch anything but the small of her back. I collapsed my face against her smooth soft belly. She coddled my head against her. The towel puddled around her feet. I don't know how long she held me but eventually I let her go. I collapsed back into the couch. She picked up her towel silently and slipped back into her bedroom. I escaped to my bed and lay as a corpse waiting for the boys to return.

When Michael came to bed and found me lying there in the gown he supposed it was a gesture for him. He immediately joined me in bed and the lovemaking was furious as I sought to put the girl out of my mind. He fell to sleep beside me and I cried silently, thankful I couldn't hear anything from across the house where I was sure my son was taking up where I had fallen down so seriously. 

Summer drew to an end with crazy preparations. I sent my son away. I didn't feel a loss as it had already been discussed he would be coming home soon and would finish college across town. We saw very little of Mia aside from weekends when young Michael would come home. She worked and went to school and thankfully had never mentioned my breakdown in her arms. Once or twice I had caught her looking at me. Her looks seemed sad, as if she pitied me. It upset me, I didn't deserve pity. With time my deviance seemed to fade. The holidays were coming. 

Thanksgiving was a marvelous feast of turkey with family crawling out from everywhere to join us. Mia was a part of the family and the conversation frequently turned to the young lovers and their future plans. Michael had laid down the law; they couldn't marry until they had both graduated. We were, for the most part, a normal family. I was a normal mother. My demons were mostly at bay. With Mia no longer laying her long luxurious body in a chaise lounge beside me each morning I found I didn't obsess about her nearly as much as I had all summer. 

It still happened though, from time to time, usually in the bath or the shower, I would let my mind fill with the image of her chestnut skin and that night when she offered herself to me.

It was the first weekend of December. Big Michael and our youngest had taken off the minute he had gotten home from work. It was the big game, the U was playing at State and if State won it would be a big deal. Little Michael was excited to host his father and brother for the weekend. Mia was supposed to go as well but she was behind at school and had been given good hours over the weekend and wanted the money. I was alone and spend the day and the evening beginning the ordeal that was decorating for Christmas in our house. I drank wine and hung garland and wished I had made the boys set up our tree before they left. I was a little sad to do it alone and had opened a bottle of wine. Near midnight the quiet house and the merlot combined and I found myself needing to lie down. I was a little drunk and collapsed into bed.

I didn't hear the door when she came home, it was the dog, her collar jingling as she pranced out to see who had come home that woke me up. I heard Mia moving about the house and was comforted to not be alone. I had to pee and slipped into the bathroom. I was too lazy to find pajamas. I stripped out of my jeans and sweater and slipped under the comforter, I could still feel the wine and my body felt heavy. I thought of the girl moving about the house and was tempted to wander out. I would play up my drunkenness and walk out only in my panties. I was preparing myself to go, just to see what would happen, when I remembered her comment. She had called the woman old. She would think me old, my breasts long past their prime, my belly plump, my thighs fat. She would be disgusted probably by the look of me with no clothes on. She would laugh. She was a good girl, she wouldn't laugh in my face, but she would still laugh, probably to herself after running away from me. I was close to tears and rolled over, cowering beneath the covers.

I heard the bedroom door close with a gentle click. I supposed she was going to watch TV or something and didn't want to wake me. At least that was what I supposed until I sensed her. It had to be her. I sensed someone there in the dark behind me. I don't know how that works. Maybe I heard her breathing or something but I knew she was there. Then I felt the weight on the other side of the bed. I held my breath. I felt the sheets and comforter tugged softly and felt cool air slip beneath them. I held my breath. 

Her hand was cold on my side. My body tensed with the touch. I felt her move closer to me. Her hand moved from my side to my stomach and I felt the pull. I moved a little in the bed but she moved more, her body pulled up against me. I felt her against my back first and I struggled in the dark to sense better her touch. Could she be naked? Were those her small soft breasts against my shoulder blades?

I felt her thigh against mine. Then I felt her breath on my neck. When she was pressed against me, her breath on my neck, her feet, pressed against mine, our bodies touching as completely as possible she stopped moving. I let myself breathe again. This was all right. This was acceptable, I told myself. I wasn't a lesbian, I wasn't a pervert. This was only affection. I mustered every bit of courage I had to move my hand the few inches I needed to move it to wrap my fingers around hers. She gently entwined her fingers in mine.

We laid like that for a long while. I watched the clock on my nightstand move to the one o'clock hour. Eventually I heard the soft snoring sound Michael had teased her about. I let my eyes close but didn't sleep. Eventually I watched the clock roll past two. I didn't ever see it move to three, I drifted asleep as well.

When I woke again, I didn't know what time it was but it was still dark. In the night I had rolled over. I was on my back the girl had nestled herself against me and as I slowly gained consciousness I realized the tickle on my stomach was her breath and the gentle tease at my breast was her hair, delicately moving against my breast as it moved with each breath. I focused on the sensation and an arousal built slowly. I dared not move or I might wake her. I wasn't ready for her to leave. I wondered in frustration what time it was. I wondered how much longer I might have with her there. My stillness was eventually betrayed by a stray twitch of my thigh. The movement revealing the gentle pressure of her hand, a gentle weight only barely perceptible on my skin. 

She had barely moved but it was enough to strike terror through my entire body. She was going to wake and leave. Her hand moved first, then I felt her jaw. I heard her deep breath as she yawned. As if it might help I risked moving my hand from the bed beside me to the back of her head. Gently I held her to me. She continued to move slightly as she woke but she either didn't realize she was in my embrace or she didn't mind. I struggled not to move.

I never would have imagined it would happen in the morning. She was lying there slowly waking, her legs moving gently against mine, when her hand, a delicate weight on my thigh moved gently down my leg. She stroked my knee briefly and then moved it back higher again, my heart pounding in my chest more quickly with each inch it moved closer to the growing heat between my legs. I held my breath when she drew so close I was sure she was going to touch me. When her finger, so soft and gentle brushed at the delicate patch of hair I gasped. The sound startled us both and she moved her head slowly until she was looking at me. She smiled at me, and then closed her eyes. Her fingers found their way to where I so desperately wanted them as her lips closed gently on the firm flesh of my aroused breast.

My orgasm ruptured through my body with an intensity and immediacy like none other in my life. She had done nothing so unusual or unheard of to inspire it but the need and want I had let consume me was so intense that the actual release was something I fear I will never feel again. I was embarrassed at the noises I made and the way my body thrashed as she brought me to climax and then released me to regain my composure. When I was able to look at her, she just smiled at me and then rolled back in the bed.

I remember thinking to myself how odd the comparison was as I looked over at the young nubile dark woman laying in place of my round pale hairy husband and I remember the desperation I felt as I descended on her with a carnal intent I didn't think a woman could feel.

I kissed her lips and held her body in my hands. I struggled to keep my touch gentle but it was a fruitless effort as my embrace took on a ferocity of purpose. Her lips, her breasts, the flesh of her smooth firm belly and muscular thighs were all delicacies to be taken and tasted as I struggled to imagine just how one woman made love to another. Finding myself between the perfection of her dark thighs and so immediately facing her young womanhood I placed my tongue and lips on her and within her as I struggled to imagine how I would want it done to me. I was shocked to find the scent of her more an invitation than an indelicacy and gave myself over to my need to please her. Her sighs turned to moans and when I had delivered her to the brink rather than tease her I attacked her, bringing her over the edge to orgasm with a sense of accomplishment that nearly overwhelmed my sense of need. 

She let me hold her for a good long time afterward. I clung to her feeling that I would never again get to hold her in such a way and needed to now make the most of our stolen moments. As if she understood she broke my embrace not to escape but to pull me to her, our lips meeting in a long slow kiss, our bodies held together as we each stroked the others soft skin.

We made love to each other again, our fingers dancing, our bodies pressed together, kissing between gasps for breath. I wanted more of her; I wanted to give more of myself to her. Grasping to one another I delighted in the young woman's body, giving myself to her every touch. When finally she released me I cradled her in my arms feeling her warm body against mine until she drifted to sleep. 

I left Mia in my bed, escaping to spend the morning with my coffee reliving each moment in my mind over and over. I was sure that was all that would come of it. She would come to her senses and we would go back to what passed as our normal lives. I was sure I was okay now. I was sure that my obsession would relent now. 

It was nearly ten when she finally patted, barefoot, nude, and glowing from the bedroom. I smiled at her when she saw me and she detoured, prancing her naked perfection toward me to embrace me delicately before locking herself away in her room. When I heard the shower running, I somehow resisted my urge to join her. 

It was silly but I didn't dress. I sat nervously in just my chenille robe hoping perhaps she would come to me again before she left. When she finally appeared again though, she was in her little uniform off to make cheeseburgers. I watched sadly as she left only speaking as she opened the door calling out to her wishing her a good day. The door closed and my heart sank leaving me to figure out what I was going to do with myself.




Mia



She didn't join me in bed again. 

Little Michael and Mia found an apartment when he came back to town and thankfully we didn't spend another summer lying by the pool. My obsession, ever so briefly realized, subsided with time and although I can still picture he body in bed beside me, in my heart she is the mother of my grandbabies. Other than a few odd looks and knowing smiles, we never acknowledged what happened that night. I would have loved the opportunity to tell her though, just how much it had meant to me.



Mia and Eddie



I had always been in love with Mia. She grew up just a few doors down from me. We went to the same schools, lived on the same street, had the same friends. Even our moms were best friends. 

Then she met Eddie. Ninth grade, first week of school. He had moved to Brooklyn from the Bronx. He was a tough guy, proved it the first day. Took out three mooks, that were trying to feel up Mia. If I had been there, I would have taken them on. Of course I would've gotten my ass kicked.

She was his from then on. All through high school, I watched from afar, as she fell deeper in love with Eddie. We even double dated a lot, I liked Eddie, I was just jealous of him.

We were together the night Eddie took her cherry. I got Bethany's at the same time. I didn't really like Bethany, but she was mad about me. I was thinking of Mia as I took her cherry. 

Eddie and Mia were in the other queen size bed in the motel room. I was kinda surprised when Eddie dropped his boxers. He was only 4, maybe 41/2 inches, completely boned up. Maybe that's how he could get angry enough to take out three guys. I could see in Mia's face, she was a little disappointed. She even gave my 71/2 incher a hard look.

Still, she loved him, and they eventually got married. He and I went to the police academy together. Six months after graduation from the academy, they married in a big ceremony. I moved out of my parents house that same week. They got a place just a few blocks from me. We were still good friends. Soon though I started to see less of them. 

After their daughter, Amy, was born, I would see even less of them. Eddie and I were partners, but I wasn't invited over as much. We would still stop for a beer after our shift, maybe once a week or so. I could tell we were drifting apart though. I tried to put it down to the fact that they were parents now, and had other friends that were parents too. But something was amiss. I could just feel it.

One night, when Amy was 3, after our pub stop, Eddie and I walked home. He always bought Mia a flower at the bodega on the ground floor of my building. Whatever fresh flowers they had that day, he would bring one to Mia. We said good night in front of the bodega, and I went on up to my forth floor apartment. 

I had just finished climbing the stairs and opened my door, when I heard gunshots. By the time I reached the bodega, Eddie and the clerk were dead. 

The detectives decided that Eddie had interrupted a robbery in progress, and got killed for it. I didn't agree. Eddie hadn't even drawn his weapon. There was cash in the register. When I pointed this out, they said the robbers got scared and ran after shooting Eddie, without taking the cash. I also told them I had already made it to the forth floor, before the shots rang out. Something didn't add up.

When the medical examiners report came out, I was sure I was right. The report said that the clerk had been dead at least an hour before Eddie. A whole fucking hour, and they didn't get the cash? Right. I believe that bull shit. The clerk had his throat slashed, not shot. Seemed to me, someone killed the clerk and waited for Eddie to show up. 

At the funeral, Mia was a wreck as you can imagine. She cried on my shoulder the whole time. I wont lie, the thought that I might have a chance with Mia had crossed my mind. Ok, more than just a fleeting thought. I hoped I could take Eddie's place. 

Mia stayed with her parents for a couple of weeks after the funeral. I would go by after my shift and give her support. Let Mia cry some more, play with little Amy, just general friendly stuff. I could tell that Mia was softening to me. I had decided to be there for her, when the time came to move on.

The first Saturday after the funeral, I took Mia and Amy to the park. Amy was playing with a puppy, that a couple had out for a walk. Mia was upset again, and wanted to tell me something. I could tell she was struggling with weather or not to unburden herself with whatever it was.

She just kept starting to say something, then would burst into tears again. Finally, she said "Look, Tony, I really like you. If it weren't for Eddie, I would have been with you a long time ago. But things are different now." I waited for her to continue, knowing there was much more to follow.

It was then that Amy ran over and grabbed Mia around her legs. Mia bent to pick her up, and said "I really can't explain everything to you, but believe me when I say, you don't need me in your life right now. I'm sorry. I have to go." and she turned and left.

I don't know if it was the cop in me, or the feelings I had for Mia, but I wasn't about to let this drop. Sunday, after church, I asked Mia's mother to take Amy home, so I could take Mia for a much needed break. She was delighted, I think she knew there was more going on than just a dead husband too.

Mia and I went to a small diner for lunch. I kept pressing her to tell me what was up. She was hesitant at first, but finally came out with it all.

"Tony, you don't want me. I'm not the same little girl you grew up with. You don't know what I've done. You would never understand why. Eddie was not the guy you knew either."

I held her hand and reassured her, that she could tell me anything, and I would not think less of her. 

"You went to gym with Eddie back in high school. You saw him at the police locker room and such, didn't you ever notice anything about him?"

I hoped she wasn't talking about, what I thought she was talking about, so I just nodded. 

"Then you know that he was not gifted in a manly way." My mind went immediately to 'That Night'... No, Eddie was definitely not gifted. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, hoping to avoid further conversation in this area. 

"Not only was he packing a Derringer, it had a hair trigger too. Now don't get me wrong, I didn't complain. I loved Eddie. I would have stayed with him, even if he didn't get me off, which he didn't. Eddie was a kind, gentle, generous, caring, man. 

"Even back in college, he wasn't a good lover. You remember that night, you were still fucking Bethany the first time when he went off a second time, and quit."

I hadn't been aware of that back then. I was kind of involved at the time, I guess. I do remember giving Bethany her second orgasm, just before filling my condom. When I looked at Mia and Eddie, they were watching me. I felt embarrassed, and threw a pillow at Eddie.

"I knew he wasn't a good lover, but I married him anyway. I loved Eddie. He just couldn't get past it though. He would make love to me, but I wouldn't orgasm. He would go down on me, until I came. 

"One day he brought home a toy. It was about 6 inches long, and thicker than him. He fucked me with it, and I came in just a few minutes. Eddie was delighted, so was I. We had found the solution to a problem.

"So, Eddie would fuck me for as long as he could, then after he came, he would use the toy on me. I was happy. Eddie wouldn't let it go though. He thought that I should be coming on a cock, not a toy.

"Then Eddie brought home his friend Joey. I had never heard of him, but Eddie said they were friends back in the Bronx. We started partying, and soon I was drunk.

"The next day, I woke up feeling like shit. I remembered Eddie making love to me, and I had an orgasm. First time ever. I was elated, and decided to make Eddie a special breakfast. I left him sleeping in bed, and went to the kitchen. I was just wearing my light robe.

"I made pancakes, and eggs, and biscuits. I was just about finished, when I heard a voice behind me say 'Something smells good.' I turned and there was Joey, naked. I must have screamed, cause Eddie came running in. I remember staring at Joey's cock. It looked huge, compared to Eddie's.

"They stood side by side, naked, and it was then that I realized two things. One, Eddie really did have a little dick, and two, it was Joey that had fucked me the night before.

"They had gotten me drunk, so that Joey could fuck me. I was hurt, I was pissed, I was about to kill someone. Then, I just wanted to hurt Eddie, like he had hurt me. So I told Eddie "Eat your breakfast" and I grabbed Joey by his big cock, and dragged him into the bedroom. 

"I had never had a cock as big as Joey's, at least not while I was aware of it. I have to admit. I liked it. Eddie really could not compare in size or ability. At first I just wanted it to make Eddie feel bad, then I wanted it to make me feel good, and it did. Once I had that cock in me, I went a little wild. I was cumming after just a couple of minutes.

"Eddie heard me moaning, maybe even screaming, and came in. Joey just kept fucking me. Eddie got on the bed beside me, and watched as Joey made me cum over and over. 

"When Joey finally came in me, he got up and left the bedroom. Eddie jumped on me immediately. That made me even madder though, he didn't even ask if I wanted him, just jumped on me like I was a cheap whore.

"It must have been a repeat of the night before, cause I remember Eddie making love to me. It was Joey that made me cum, though, not Eddie. Eddie was only in me for a few seconds, when he squirted and collapsed on me. 

"I pushed Eddie off me and turned over on my side and started crying. He snuggled up behind me, and started to stroke my shoulder and kiss my neck, like this was supposed to make me forgive him. I ignored him, and he left the room.

"I must have cried myself to sleep, or maybe I was just tired from the fucking Joey had given me. Next thing I know, he is back behind me again. I wanted to confront him about treating me like a whore, but when I turned around, it wasn't Eddie. It was Joey. He kissed me, and moved over on top of me, and again, he was fucking me.

"I have to tell you, he was very good. He made me feel like I never felt before. The first time, I was drunk, the second I was mad, but I really liked it. The third time, I loved it. He took a long time, and did things with his hips as he pushed into me. His cock was huge, and I loved the way it stretched me.

"I'm sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?"

I was definitely uncomfortable. I was hard as a rock. It was a good thing there was a table between us, or she would have notice. "I'm fine, Mia. I want to hear about this. The more detail I hear, the more help I can be to you. So this friend,... Joey, Eddie invited him over to fu... to have sex with you? Do you know why?"

"Well, at first, it was to please me. Joey definitely did that. Eddie wanted me to be happy in bed. That first night, after Joey left, Eddie kept asking me if I liked it. If I liked Joey's cock. Did Joey fucked me good. I was honest with him, I said yes to all his questions.

"A few days later Eddie came home with Joey again. It was as if it were already decided, I was going to have sex with Joey. Remembering what his last visit was like, I didn't resist. So Joey would come over once or twice a week and fucked me.

"Then one Friday night Eddie came home with Mick. Well that wasn't his real name, that is what Eddie called him. He was Pakistani or Indian, or something middle eastern. Eddie said "Joey couldn't make it tonight, so Mick is here." Just like that, I was supposed to fuck Mick.

"Well, if Eddie was going to treat me like a whore, then I would act like one. I didn't bother with drinks and conversation, I just took Mick to the bedroom and started to get undressed. Which seem to suit Mick just fine. He got on top of me and shoved his dick in and started pumping. No foreplay, no kissing, not even a nipple twist. Just shove in and pump. It was a good thing that Mick wasn't as big as Joey, still he was bigger that Eddie. After having gotten use to Joey's big cock, Mick's just stung a little at first.

"Mick didn't seem to care if I enjoyed it. To him I was just a cum dump. I didn't like Mick. Joey was different. He always made sure I enjoyed it, and he would spend the night, and make love to me a couple of times. Always Eddie just watched, then jumped on me after.

"Eddie would bring Joey home a couple of times a week, Mick only every few weeks. Then one day Eddie brought home Vinny. Now Vinny was different. He was a macho type guy. A real alpha male. He had a big cock and he knew it. Almost as big as Joey's. 

"That first night with Vinny, Eddie served us drinks, and snacks. Then Vinny started to make out with me. He got me all hot and bothered, and then took me to the bedroom. Eddie followed us, but kind of kept away. Once Vinny got his big cock in me, he started asking me shit like "Do you like my big cock in you? Who's cock is bigger, mine or Eddie's? Do you like the way I'm fucking you?" And when I answered him I could hear Eddie moan. Then he ask me "Who fucks you better, me or Eddie?" I told the truth, him. I felt something on my arm. I looked and Eddie had shot his cum on me, without touching his dick. 

"I didn't know what was going on. Vinny just kept fucking me and grinning at Eddie. When Vinny came, Eddie didn't get on me. Vinny fucked me three times that night, each time the same thing. He would treat Eddie like shit, but it made Eddie cum buckets.

"Eddie brought Vinny again the next night. He would ridicule Eddie something awful. He said things like "Look at his little dicklet. Can you even feel that tiny thing inside you.?" and "My seven year old nephew has a bigger cock than you." All the time he would be fucking me, and I would be moaning, and Eddie would be cumming all over himself."

I hated to interrupt her, but I had to ask "When did all this start? I mean, is it possible that Amy isn't Eddie's child."

"Amy is probably Joey's. This started soon after we got married. When I got pregnant, Joey was the only one to have me during my fertile days. Eddie was too busy jerking off. She doesn't have the dark looks of a middle easterner, and I think I was past my fertile time when I saw Vinny again. 

"When I told Eddie I was pregnant, he just smiled at me. He knew he wasn't the father, he even got a hard on just from me telling him I was pregnant. I asked him what he was smiling about, that it probably wasn't his. He said 'I know, is it Vinny's?' I yelled no it's probably Joey's. He kept insisting it could be Vinny's. When I finally said maybe it was, he actually came in his pants. I couldn't help myself, and laughed at him. That seemed to turn him on even more. 

"Eddie called Vinny to come over for a celebration. When Vinny arrived, Eddie told him I was pregnant. Vinny wanted to know who the father was. Eddie said 'Well it isn't mine, so it must be yours.' Vinny grabbed me up and took me to the bedroom and fucked me senseless. By now I had learned to feed their fantasies. So when he ask me 'Who's pussy is this' I said 'It's your pussy Vinny.' Eddie was in seventh heaven. He loved it when Vinny and I put him down. 

"Vinny stayed the whole weekend, and fucked me over and over. I have to admit, he made a good showing. I came a lot that weekend. Of course so did Vinny and Eddie. 

"Oh shit, look what time it is. I have to get back home to Amy. Mom just isn't used to having a little one around anymore. Thank you so much for letting me vent. I needed to get this off my chest. I'm only sorry that I have tainted your view of me. It is best that you know all this though. Now you can understand what I meant about you not needing me in your life."

"Mia, don't put yourself down like that. You're a wonderful girl. Eddie had issues, and you tried to be a good wife, and please him. It's not your fault he was kinky that way. Hell, nobody would have suspected that about Eddie."

"Thanks, Tony. You have always been a good friend. Who knows, maybe some day... well, never mind."

Monday, and Tuesday, I spent my lunch hour going through the case file. Something was fishy, I just couldn't put my finger on it. I went over the M.E.'s report, death certificates, crime scene photos, officers notes, etc. I kept coming up with nothing. Tuesday evening I took a pizza over to Mia's parents house. I played with Amy as usual, but didn't really get a chance to talk to Mia alone.

That night as I entered my building, the door opened and a couple were leaving. As the door closed behind me, I heard the woman say "Yeah, poor Mick." The mention of the name Mick perked up my ears. I wondered who they were referring to. I went to my apartment, and started the shower. I was standing under the warm spray, eyes closed, and then it hit me. The couple lived on the second floor of my building. They must have visited the bodega many times. I never went there, I eat out most every night. I don't smoke, hardly ever even snack. Hell my fridge was empty, except for leftover pizza on occasion. 

Wednesday lunchtime, back with the case file. I would have noticed on the death certificate, so it had to be somewhere else in the file. Then I saw it. I got a magnifying glass and looked closer. On the clerks nametag, it clearly said 'Mick', and 'Mick' was definitely of middle eastern descent. 

That night I went to see Mia again. I took her for a walk so we could talk. "Were there others, or just those three guys?"

"I was fucking four men, isn't that enough for you? Why do you care how many there were? My husband turn me into a slut, isn't that bad enough. If you must know, there were a few others. One nighters mostly. But for the most part, it was just those three and Eddie.

"I like Joey best though, he really knows how to use his big cock. Eddie liked Vinny best. He seem to get off on all the humiliation that Vinny would put him through. He would ridicule him, and make him serve us. He made Eddie suck his cock too.

"He even told Eddie that he had to get Vinny's permission to fuck me. Can you imagine that. A husband getting permission from another guy to fuck his own wife. It didn't seem to bother Eddie much though, he wasn't doing much fucking by then anyway. He should have gotten Vinny's permission to let other guys fuck me."

"What do you mean by that? Did Vinny know you were fucking other guys?

"Yeah, well he found out, just a couple of days before Eddie got shot. I guess it was my fault. Joey had gone to see his grandmother in Florida, I was a little pissed because he hadn't even called me. I really like Joey.

"Anyway, Vinny was being pretty rough with me that night, even rougher than usual. He had fucked me really hard, like he was trying to hurt me. He wanted to go again, I didn't really want to go through it again. He made Eddie suck his cock until it was hard, and climbed on me. I resisted, I tried to tell him I didn't want to fuck again. He slapped me and said 'You know you love my cock' and started pushing it in me.

"I was mad and hurt. So when he said 'Who's pussy is this?' I said it's Mick's. He stopped mid stroke. I could tell I said the wrong thing. I looked at Eddie, and he looked terrified. Vinny got off me, and went over to Eddie. He slapped him a few times until Eddie told him that Mick was just a friend, that he let fuck me a couple of times. Then he made Eddie suck him some more, then he fucked Eddie's ass. 

"That was the first time Vinny didn't fuck me after Eddie had gotten him hard. And the first time I had seen Eddie with a cock in his ass. I didn't like it much."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Two of my best friends were into some heavy shit. Now I found out that my friend and partner sucked dick, and had one in his ass at least once. But I needed to hear the whole story, no matter how sick it made me. "You said there were others, how many and who? 

"Like I said, mostly one night flings. There was a guy that Eddie owed some money to, and another he said he owed a favor. Oh, and a guy from your precinct, the one that moved to Chicago. Eddie thought it would be a nice going away present for him. It was a nice present for me too, he was hung."

I remember Davie. He got a better job with a Chicago detective agency. We gave him a going away party, down at the pub. I remember he and Eddie left pretty early, now I know why. I had seen him in the locker room too. He really was hung. I guess he caught Eddie's attention as well.




Mia and Eddie



"Was there anybody else?"

"Hey... I fucked a lot of guys in the last four years, I can't be expected to remember them all. But no one really significant. Most were just average Joes. If they had a cock as big as Davie, I would remember them."

"Do you know where Vinny lives, and do you have a picture of him?"

"Yeah he lives over on 39th and Fairfax. Eddie loved to take pictures of guys fucking me, especially Vinny. There are some on my phone. Here."

She handed me her cell, with a picture of her getting fucked by Vinny. My already erect cock became painfully so. "Is there any that show his face?"

"Yes, just scroll through them."

I couldn't believe the pictures I was seeing were actually friends of mine. Mia's body was even better than I imagined. The tit fairy had been very kind to her since Amy was born. I finally found a picture that clearly showed Vinny's face. Unfortunately, it was a picture of Mia holding Vinny's cock while Eddie sucked it. I could see that Vinny had taken the picture in the mirror. Eddie was on his knees, with his hands tied behind his back. He was wearing one of those cock cages, that looked too big for his little dick. Mia was holding the base of Vinny's cock, and Eddie was swallowing the end.

I sent the picture to my cell phone, along with a few others, for my personal collection. What can I say, Mia is hot.

That night I photo shopped the picture, cropping out all but Vinny's face. I printed it, to show around. Then I jerked off in front of computer, looking at Mia.

I spent much of Thursday, showing the picture around on the streets. Then decided to knock on some doors. It was near the end of my shift when I knocked on the door of a third floor walkup, just a block from the bodega.

A rather grumpy looking woman answered the door, I was almost afraid to talk to her. I thought she might take her frustrations out on me. I was showing her the picture when a kid about 14 came to see what was up. He took one look at the photo, and his eyes grew wide, and he ducked around behind his mom.

"Son, have you seen this man?" I asked, trying to sound friendly yet authoritative. He managed a little nod.

"When, and where?"

"I was down at the store on the corner a couple of weeks ago. I walked in, and he was behind the counter. He had the clerk by his shirt, and was slapping him. He didn't see me at first. He just kept slapping the guy, and yelling 'Did you like fucking her?' ... uh sorry Mom, and then he'd hit him again. Then 'Did she have a tight pussy?' and he hit him again. Then 'Was she worth dying for?' and hit him again. When he saw me he said 'Beat it, you little shit.' I ran. I didn't want him slapping me around like that. Sorry Mom, but that's what he said."

His mother just hugged him, tears in her eyes. Suddenly she didn't seem near as bad as before.

"Thanks son, you are a very brave young man." I thought his mom was going to squeeze him to death.

By Friday morning, we had Vinny in custody. We found both murder weapons, and blood stained shoes in his apartment. I made the arrest. I got credit for the collar. As I put him in a cell, he was livid. He yelled "The bitch set me up." 

I had promised Mia I would help her move her and Amy's stuff back the her place. After church on Sunday, we hauled her stuff back and I offered to take them to dinner. 

Back at her place, she put Amy to bed and opened a bottle of wine. "I guess I should thank you properly for capturing my husbands killer." She kissed me and started to rub my cock through my pants. "If I remember right, you are a pretty big boy too."

"Actually, I've grown a little since then."

As I got hard under her hand she cooed "Mm very nice. Why don't we take our wine into the bedroom so I can show you my gratitude?" 

We undressed each other, throwing our clothes on the floor. Mia insisted I take my watch off, so I put it on the nightstand by the bed. We made out for a while, and she went down on me. I have always wanted her to do that. 

"I would love to taste your cum, but I want this beauty in me first."

I slid in and began the usual mating movements. It wasn't long before she was screaming through her first orgasm. I just kept pouring it on, until number two hit. "Oh Tony. I knew you would be good. Nice and big, and you know how to use it too. I should have let you take my cherry instead of Eddie."

"Yes, you should have. Maybe none of this would have happened."

"I probably wouldn't be the slut that I am, if I had. Eddie did that to me."

"What I want to know is, how you did it. How did you get Vinny to murder Eddie and Mick."

"So you figured that out huh? Well, we've been friends a long time, and since I know you aren't wearing a wire. I wanted to get away from Eddie. He turned me into a whore. I hated him for that. If Vinny killed him all the better. Mick was just a bonus. 

"It really was simple. Vinny was a very jealous man. He hated that when he wasn't around, Eddie might be fucking me. Like I told you, he made Eddie ask permission. He also put a cock cage on Eddie, so he couldn't fuck me. Not that he tried too hard. Speaking of fucking, don't stop. Keep fucking me. Yeah like that. Mm."

I fucked her through another orgasm, then said "You were saying? I get that Vinny was jealous but that isn't all is it?"

"Remember when I said I accidentally told Vinny about Mick. Well, it wasn't by accident. Vinny made Eddie stay in the living room that night. He was in me and I told him how much I loved his big cock. He always got off on that. Then I told him how I wish I didn't have to fuck Mick any more. That I wished it could just be him and me. He ask me who Mick was. I told him he ran a bodega where Eddie bought my flowers.

"He was very angry. He was going to kill Eddie then and there. I begged him not to. Just to keep fucking me. He went to get Eddie, smacked him around, then fucked him, just like I said. That was rather fun, watching Eddie squirm around while getting that big cock shoved up his ass. He screamed like a little girl. But I think he kinda liked it too. I think I would like to have your big cock in my ass. Do you want to?"

"Tempting, maybe later." I power fucked her for another ten minutes, before unloading in her. Another thing I had dreamed about most of my life. 

She came down from another orgasm and said "Damn, I might just have to kick Joey to the curb for you."

"Did Joey have anything to do with it?"

"No, he really is in Florida. That's why I chose to do it then, I wouldn't want him blamed for anything. I love the way Joey fucks me. His cock is even a little bigger than yours, but you sure know how to use it. Will you stay and fuck me again? Joey wont be back until Wednesday."

"Again, tempting, but I have to work in the morning." I got out of the bed and started to dress. 

"Are you sure? I will make you breakfast, and wake you up with a blow job."

"No thanks. See ya around." 

I left the building, and walked to the van parked across the street. Knocked on the door, and it opened. I handed the watch, with the transmitter in it, back to the I.T. guy. Turned to my captain and said "She's all yours."

"From what I heard, she's everybody's. Good Job by the way. Sounded like you had to really ... uh work her over." 

"We all have to make sacrifices." I laughed.

"You know that this recording will be all over the precinct soon. You will be a very busy man, I bet."

"All part of the job, sir."



Mia and Gio



I could only register one feeling as I limped into the alley. Pain. My body was on fire and I didn't know what to do with myself. I grabbed my side and winced as pain shot through my body again. I felt tears form in my eyes and fall like raindrops on my cheeks. That bastard stabbed me in the side. Although I'll admit that I was lucky that's all he got a chance to do. He would have done more had I not swung the lamp at his head. Too bad it only knocked him out. I would take the life sentence if I knew the bastard was dead. I didn't stick around long enough to find out. I gasped as the pain made me fall to my knees. Ok deep breathing. Inhale. Exhale. I knew that I had probably broken my ankle in the scuffle before I got cut. I was too busy trying to stop the raining blows to my face to worry about my balance. 

It was only after I tripped into wall that he tried to take my life. I had no idea how much pain I was in until I had time to stop and think about it. My face hurt. My entire body hurt. A new set of tears started as I touched my lip. I was so pissed off. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Getting back up, I limped about until I put too much pressure on my ankle and stumbled. Again with the tears. This situation was honestly just so stressful and I was more emotional than usual. I didn't know where I was going or where I was. I just had to get away as quick as possible. I stumbled into an old dark car shop. Maybe it wasn't a car shop. Whatever. I had made it somewhere safe. I relished in the thought and fell to my knees silently thanking God or Allah or whoever was in the sky taking pity on me. Now if only he would let me make it to see tomorrow.

I crawled further in the room careful to stay away from the entrance just in case he did come looking for me. I knew that if he wanted, he would find me. It was only a matter of when he did. He had found me before and he had found me again. I would never be safe from him. He had dangerous connections with important people. He had told me many times, he could kill me and never physically touch me. I didn't have to wonder if he had killed before. He wore the truth proudly sketched on his face. I only knew that he spoke the truth when he said my days would come to an end if I didn't do what he said. Life hadn't always been like this.

My parents loved me deeply. They wanted nothing but the best for me and gave me anything I asked for. They had hopes and dreams for me to be something. I was well on my track. I had it all. The boyfriend, the friends, the popularity, the money and the life everyone craved. 2 weeks after graduating and getting into the school of my dreams, my world crashed down. 

I saw a door in the corner of the open space and crawled to it. I was careful to avoid my ankle. Crying was so draining. I didn't think I had any extra fluids to spare. I grabbed the door handle and hoisted myself up crying out loud as the pain shot through my side like splinters. I limped through the door and wiped at my forehead. I was dripping sweat. I needed to find a phone and call somebody. I looked around the tiny office and spotted a phone on the desk. Call who? The question played over and over in my mind until my own conscience answered me. Nobody. Nobody would come for me. They didn't come the day I lost everything and they wouldn't come now. I had nobody in this world, but myself. I slid down the doorframe onto my knees and crawled to the desk in the office. I thought about my parents. They would be so disappointed in me. I wasn't supposed to be here. I was supposed to be at college. I was supposed to be something. 

I let my mind flash back to the day I lost everything.

--

I pulled into the driveway with my phone between my shoulder and ear and sighed out loud. I hated that I waited to do everything today that should have been done weeks ago.

"It's ok Mia, we still have plenty of time," Jessica commented through the phone.

"We kind of don't. I am such a dummy for procrastinating," I moaned.

I walked into my house and yelled for my parents. I needed money to buy a bathing suit and I needed their permission to stay out all night. Jess's boyfriend Andrew was throwing a going away pool party and I just had to have a new suit. I wasn't worried though. I knew daddy would tell me yes, he said image was everything.

"I look horrible," I said fluffing my hair.

I looked into the hall mirror and frowned at my appearance. It was scorching outside so my freshly straightened hair had curled up in the front and gave me an "I just woke up" look. Any contact with water and my hair snapped into curls. I didn't have bad hair. Not at all. If anything I had beautiful hair, but I preferred it straight rather than its natural state. A big curly afro. My mother kept urging me to leave my hair alone because one day I would miss my curls like she did but my dad said to live and let live. I looked at my green eyes and smiled at the way they stood out against my brown skin. Most people thought I was mixed because of my distinct features. They automatically assumed I was Indian or mixed with Indian. I loved to correct them. I am black. Only black. Fully black and I love my black. I was a spitting image of my mother. Just like her, I was golden brown with curly jet black hair and green eyes. We shared the same lips, eyes, nose and dimples. I was my mother's twin. I had my father's mentality and attitude. Now, I wasn't spoiled nor was I stuck up. I was raised to be humble and thankful but I would not let anybody mess over me.

"Um hello?" Jess screamed.

"Oops. Sorry," I laughed.

I yelled for my parents again. Both of their cars were there, so why weren't they answering? I ran upstairs and searched for my parents irritated that I was being ignored. I ran back downstairs and tripped over my foot angry that I couldn't find them. 

"Where the hell are they?" I said out loud.

"This is probably another game of Hide-N-Seek. Kitchen?" Jessica asked through the phone.

This was our thing. They would hide from me all day, sneaking around the house until I found them. Unfortunately, I wasn't in a playing mood. I only had 2 hours to find a new suit and the mall was 40 minutes away. I stomped angrily in the kitchen and screamed for them again. I saw that the walk-in pantry door was cracked and shook my head while thinking they were losing their touch. They never made their spot so obvious. Something felt wrong but I chose to ignore that tingling in my stomach. My irritation quickly turned into humor as I silently made my way to the pantry more than ready to find them. I flung open the door and saw my parents lying there in a pool of blood. I dropped my phone screaming and scrambled back running out the house and collapsing on the yard. I sobbed and screamed my lungs out fully aware that I was making a scene. My neighbor, Mrs. Brighton, ran over and sat next to me shaking me.

"What is wrong Mia? Talk to your Granny," she said using the nickname I stopped calling her years ago.

"Parents in kitchen dead," I choked out.

I watched her run into the house and sobbed harder because I knew her heart would break at the scene. She loved my parents like they were her children. I put my face in my hands and screamed, not caring that I looked like I had lost my mind. I heard the door slam open and looked up to see Mrs. Brighton holding her heart and walking towards me. I stood up and ran to her, my legs giving up a quarter of the way there. She caught me in her arms and prayed over me as I screamed and begged God to wake me up. The next couple of hours were a blur.

"It seems somebody murdered the Johnsons in what appeared to be a home invasion," the news reporter said. "The community is in an uproar. People are terrified for their houses and for their lives. The Johnson's daughter Amiah has made no comment on the death of her parents."

It had been only hours since I found my parent's body's. I sat in the back of the cops car to numb to feel and too broken to speak. All I could think was the way the reporter said my name wrong. A-My-Ya. That isn't my name. My name is Ah-Me-Yah. It was a mixture of my parent's name. Ahmad and Me'yani. I would never hear my parents say my name again. My dad's partner met me at the station with tears in his eyes and offered his condolences. In the end they ruled my parent's murder as a homicide and closed the case after finding no leads. My dad gave that force 20 years of his life and they gave him 2 weeks of theirs.

I snapped out of thought as I heard the door slam open and voices pour through. My side was throbbing but it was no match for the panic that raced through my body and sent my heart trying to jump out my chest. I could barely feel the pain as I prayed I wouldn't be found by him.

"Where's my money Ricky?" I heard a deep voice say. "You know I hate when people steal from me."

"Fuck you Giovanni Reyes. I ain't giving you nothing you slimy bastard!" Another voice spat.

It wasn't him. I knew his voice from anywhere. It haunted me for months. I peeked around the corner and saw 2 men with their backs to me and another on his knees with his hands tied and eyes covered. I was relieved that it wasn't him but terrified because these men looked just as dangerous. I was glad it was semi-dark in the room.

"And to think I trusted you. Brought you around my family. You dirty dog you. You were robbing me blind and I had no idea. Where's the money?" one of the men said. "I don't want to kill you."

Their accents were thick. I could hear the Jersey clear as day. All of them had the same accent, but it was hard to distinguish who said what since they were facing away from me. I was thankful for that. I was very thankful for that.

"You'll never see that money again. Both of you can rot in hell. You think I actually believe you'll letm e walk outta here alive? Fuck you Tony, that's why I fucked your sister. And fuck you Gio, I don't care about dying. I welcome it. You're not a killer! I AM! Ask Ryan who you put the bullet in your father that night. Ask him. I looked that old bastard dead in the eyes and took his life." The blindfolded man laughed.

The taller of the 2 stepped forward and grabbed the man by the neck lifting him to his feet. "I knew that you killed my father. I only needed proof." He threw the tied up man, who was obviously named Ricky, to the side. "Do it."

The taller of them was named Gio. So the other was Tony. I don't know why I felt the need to store that information but I did anyway. I repeated the names in my head over and over. Gio was the tall one, Ricky was the tied up one and Tony was the short one. I turned to get a better look and almost fainted from the pain. The throbbing in my side was a sharp explosion of pain. I slapped my hand against my mouth and bit my tongue to stop myself from screaming.

I tasted the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Now my tongue hurt. I watched the shorter man, Tony, pull a hook from the ceiling and hook the man's tied hands onto it. I hadn't even known it was there. The rope snapped back into place pulling the man up with it until he was standing straight up with his arms above him.

"Fuck you bastards." The man, Ricky, said with anger. I thought I detected a bit of trembling beneath the surface.

I knew what was about to happen. I knew I should have covered my eyes or turned away. I knew that that man was about to die. I couldn't pull my eyes away though. I couldn't stop myself from looking. The taller man untied the blindfold, but the man never opened his eyes. Another thing to be thankful for. I figured I should count my blessings and turn around before I was spotted. I tried to turn around. I really honestly truly did. Only I didn't. I saw everything. I saw the tall man, Gio, step backwards never taking his eyes off him. I saw him twitch as the short man raised his arm and fired bullets through the man's body. There was no hesitation in his actions. He fired without thought. I watched him take the gun and place it to the already dead man's temple and blow his brains out. That moment is when I chose to come undone. I screamed before I could stop myself and covered my face in horror. My face was once again wet with tears. I sunk back under the desk and prayed for a quick death.

"We have an audience Tony. I thought we were the only ones here. Bring her!" The man, Gio, said before walking out. I could hear his shoes make a quick retreat. "Alive."

I heard shuffling and felt the absence of the desk as I heard the crash against the wall. I was praying that if I were to die, God chose that moment. I was yanked up by my hair and opened my eyes to see an ugly man no taller than me, with dead eyes, snarling at me.

"Who are you?" He barked at me.

His breath smelled sour and his death grip on my hair was making me tiptoe out of consciousness with every yank he gave. I found the thought ironic and amusing. Here I was bruised, battered and stabbed, but still conscious. Yet one tug to the hair and I was well on my way to blackout city.

"WHO ARE YOU?" He yelled again.

"Let me go! You're hurting me!" I screamed.

"I'm about to kill you," he said throwing me to the floor.

That did it. I just know that did it. My head bounced off the floor like a basketball and I saw black spots. I just knew that that ugly sour breath bastard had gone and killed me. Surely I had to have bleeding in the brain. I was going to be brain dead.

"What the fuck are you doing?! I said 'alive' Tony," I heard Gio yell.

I was praying for the blackout. I was longing for that release. I could feel it, but it wasn't quite in my reach. Tony grabbed me up by the arm and I groaned at once as all my pain hit me at once. I saw Gio stomp into the room with his hands in the air. He flipped a switch and light flooded the room. I had to squint so my eyes could adjust. I'd be in darkness for the past 2 days. I avoided looking over at what I knew was a bloodbath.

"I said ALI-," he stopped short when we locked eyes.

I could barely make out his facial features through my tears, but what I did make out was more than beautiful. It would be a beautiful death. How corny and appropriate. He took 2 long strides over to me and looked me over. I would be lying if I said he wasn't even more gorgeous upfront. I tried to pull away from Tony and he tightened his grip. I knew that if I did make it to tomorrow, I would be sporting some new purple finger-shaped bruises to go along with my black eye, bruised ribs, broken ankle, sliced side, and busted lip.

His eyes burned holes into my body. My side ached with a vengeance begging me to pay attention to it. How I still stood there conscious, I had no idea. Blood lost should've finished me off. I should've been had slipped into the silent otherworldly death I longed for. Almost simultaneously I felt a fuzzy feeling wash over me and got dizzy. I stumbled and leaned against Tony. Gross. I had the urge to close my eyes and I wasn't going to deny it. I closed my eyes and felt better as soon as I did.

"Wake up, you're not going to sleep," Gio said after nudging me.

I ignored him and focused on the humming and light headed feeling taking over.

I felt a hand feel my forehead. "She's clammy. She might be going into shock," Gio said calmly. "Get her to the car."

Tony didn't question him once neither did he loosen his grip on my arm. He must not have been moving fast enough for him because Gio swept me into his arms and fast walked me outside. I winced as his hands dug into my side. Careful to avoid the cut but not the bruises. Who was I kidding? My entire body was bruised. I felt weird being carried by a man who I didn't know, but that was the least of my worries. This stranger was taking me to kill me off, but I was no longer scared of death. I felt like I had evaded death enough times to count my blessings and not fight anymore. It was in my destiny to die. Angel had told me many times. More than often before he did something that had the potential to kill me. He told me earlier before delivering the first blow to my cheek.

Isn't that ironic? His mother named his Angel, but he was Satan. Somebody in the sky had to be laughing at that irony.

"Tell me if you're falling asleep," Gio instructed.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because if you fall asleep you will die," he said softly. "I'm Gio, what's your name?"

"Mia," I answered.

"Mey-ah," he repeated. "What is that short for?"

The cold air hit me and I shivered in response. I closed my eyes and tried not to focus on the pain. I felt like I was floating. I didn't bother answering because I wasn't going to give this murderer my real name, even if I was about to die. I mean yea, I didn't put up much of fight, well any fight at all, when he picked me up but I was drained. I could barely stay awake.

"Mia, what did I say? You wanna die?" Gio asked placing me in the backseat of a car.

"What am I living for?" I answered honestly.

Another door slammed and the car started. Gio hadn't moved from the backseat.

"What happened to you?" He said with a hint of concern.

I laughed at the thought. I just watched this man order another man to kill another man. Concern was the last emotion I would give him.

"Can't you see? I ran into a door. Where are you taking me? I don't know anything by the way. You can actually just drop me off somewhere. I won't say anything. I have no family and no friends. If its money you want, then you can kiss that goodbye. I left my things at his house and I have no desire to go back."

Sarcastic to the end.

"Who is he? Is he the one who hurt you?" He asked.

I didn't answer that. That is my business. No, I wasn't protecting him by a long shot. I would love people to know who he was, but I knew his name held weight. I didn't know what the chances of him knowing Gio were. He could be best friends with him and drop me off at his house with no hesitation. If I was going to die a tragic beautiful death, I would do so on my own terms thank you very much. Not by that bastard, he definitely weren't in my terms.

"Open your eyes. I like looking at them. Who hurt you Mia?" he said again.

I opened my eyes and found him staring at me. Amidst the pain radiating through my body and the terror I felt nagging at my core, I smiled. While I was humble, I was also very fond of compliments.

I closed my eyes and thought for the right answer. "I have dealt with a lot of hurt in my life. I have a long list of people who has hurt me."

"Who was the last person to hurt you?" He asked seeming content with his question. Like maybe he had bested me and I would give up the name. Like maybe he was smarter than me.

"You were. You dug into my side when you picked me up. My body hurts and you hurt me more by grabbing at me," I admitted.

He was speechless at this and when I cracked my eyes I could see that he was smirking. I was amusing him.

"Why do you want to die?" he asked.

I picked my words carefully. "I don't want to die. I only accept that I am going to die. All of us will die. I accept that I will die sooner than most. I don't want to, but I accept it. I maybe wish for death, but only because I cannot avoid it. While I would rather not die, I would also rather die now than be in the amount of pain I am in. I have no definite wishes to die Gio. I am only 18. I want to visit a casino. I want to legally buy alcohol. I want kids. I want a husband. I want to live, but I am not afraid to die. I wouldn't have allowed you to put me in this car if I was afraid to die," I answered with confidence in my intelligent answer. I looked at him with a small smile on my face.

"That sounds like complete bullshit," he laughed. "You didn't have a choice but to get in the car with me. I carried you and judging by the way you kept screaming and groaning you were in too much pain to put up a fight. I doubt you could have gotten away from me. You can keep lying to yourself about not being afraid of death, but I know that you are. And I'm not going to kill you."