2 comments/ 14531 views/ 17 favorites And The Truth Shall Set You Free By: Smokey125 SS27: "And The Truth Shall Set You Free" *** Here then'd be SS #27—the latter of "Step-Mommie Dearest"'s two-part sequel (i.e., "Step-Mommie Dearest" Chapter 3, trying not to confuse anyone)—the actual erotic portion. Chapter 2 of this story (SS #26), the non-erotic part, was of course "A Date With Fate." If you haven't read that yet, you may wish to do so before this, as it won't make a ton of sense otherwise! *** September 30th, 8:45 a.m. The sun peeked up over the city's autumn, giving birth to another perfectly glorious Saturday. A gentle, soothing rain had fallen the night before, refreshing the atmosphere and sprinkling nature with a well-needed rinse. Weekend laborers headed to work, and all other travelers trolleyed about in pursuit of errands and personal leisure activities. One more unusually usual day. All three members of the Townsend household were taking it easy. William had another physician covering for him at Mercy, Gretchen only worked part-time at her matchmaking office on weekdays, and Jessie of course was unemployed. This morning they were sitting around the dining room table in their robes and p.j.s, each with a cup of coffee and a section of the paper. "So, Jess! Any plans for today, babe?" her Dad asked her. Annabella, Annabella, Annabella, Annabella, Annabella, plans for today... "Huh? Oh, plans?" she repeated, emerging from her romantic reverie. "Oh, gee, I dunno, I thought maybe I might take Annabella out, do something with her..." "Aw, I so enjoyed meeting her the other night, Jessica," Gretchen said with a smile. "What a lovely person." "Oh, the girl was an absolute treasure," William agreed. "So sweet, and polite, and demure, and considerate...she was just darling! Jess, you found yourself an angel on Earth. I'm so happy for you." "Thanks, Dad...thanks, Gretch." "Hey, y'know, the two of us were going to go do something today," continued William, gesturing to himself and Gretchen. "Maybe we could make it a double date?" Didn't we kinda just do that Thursday? "Hm, maybe," Jessie considered. "We'll see." *** September 30th, 11:53 a.m. Jessie was still relaxing at home. William and Gretchen had prettied themselves up and were about to step out the door. Jessie would rather be alone with Annabella than have another date chaperoned by her parents, but as the three of them had been getting along so well together recently, she decided to keep that information to herself and just let them have fun on their own date. Besides, there was something else she wanted to do today in addition to hanging out with her sweetie. In another tactful omission, she chose to not tell her Dad and Gretchen about this, as it would have made everything awkward. Some things are better left unsaid, she thought as she slipped into her bedroom, locked the door and undressed. She would love to do this with Annabella on the phone (or in person (or via a video-chatting program)), as the sound of her beautiful, lively voice had become a major turn-on in the last month, but she didn't think Annabella was ready to do anything quite this intimate with her, which she respected. She was afraid if she tried to make things go too fast, she might scare her off, or worse. She almost kind of wished she wasn't so lit up by the girl, but at the same time, she was pretty sure this was going to be fun. She laid a towel over her chair and sat at her computer naked. She could barely keep from fondling herself right away as she went online and brought up some images Annabella had E-mailed her of herself. She had sent them back in August, when they hadn't yet met in person and were only chatting on the Internet. She found several pictures she very much liked and opened them in separate windows. She toggled back and forth between them until she selected one with which to begin. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Imagining her fingertips were Annabella's, she touched them to her chin and stroked them down her neck to her torso. She exhaled as her lips curved into a smile. She let her eyes open back up and refocus on the picture of Annabella on her screen. "Hi there," she seductively said to the computer. "Ciao, cara mia," she imagined Annabella saying back to her. She blurred her vision in order to more effectively perform this pretense. Her smile grew. Her right fingers and palm smoothed down between her breasts to her belly, as she removed her left hand from the keyboard and once again pretending it was Annabella's, began caressing her own face with it. She closed her eyes again and gave a quivering breath. "Annabella...honey..." she adoringly gasped, "Tell me your fantasies." "Hm, that's an intriguing request," she imagined Annabella responding. "Sexual or non-sexual?" "All of them," she purred back to the computer. "I want to know everything." Of course, she wasn't abreast of Annabella's fantasies, as their relationship had not yet progressed to this point, but she still wouldn't object to simply knowing. Whether she chose to act on this knowledge she'd figure out later. What she could do in the meantime was take her own fantasies, coupled with what she knew about Annabella thus far, and see what her mind could concoct. However, what Jessie also didn't know at this immediate moment was that since she had met and started dating Annabella, her own fantasies had dramatically changed. The August Jessie was set in dominatrix mode, focused on becoming a Mistress and making her girl(s) her slave(s), after having had her devilish way with her step-mother and discovering this craving within herself, this hunger for control and sexual power. At the time she didn't feel bad about having done what she did to Gretchen, as she felt Gretchen deserved it. Gretchen, for her own part, had actually moved on from the incident. She wouldn't exactly say she had gotten over it, as she questioned the possibility of one ever being able to get over such an occurrence, per se, but she did have a lot of years behind her. She had seen and been through some major stuff in her life. And while none of it quite compared in intensity with being raped by her step-daughter, she saw no choices she had other than to get on with things. She wanted more than anything for this marriage with William to be successful. And what Jessie had done to her was in the past, she reasoned. She couldn't change it. And so she did her best to put it behind her. And she and William began having conversations to edify her about the ins and outs of homosexuality. She might never personally understand it, but she at least felt she had reached the point where she could accept and love Jessie and be comfortable with who she was. And not have to pray for God to "fix" her. The best course of action for Gretchen regarding the rape was to rid her mind of the memory, if only temporarily. Easier said than done, but time healed everything. And she determined her other goal was to treat Jessie with love and respect, and not cheese her off again. But what neither Gretchen nor Jessie actually knew was, in as short a time as a single month and a half later, unbeknownst to either of them, the September Jessie had transformed into an almost entirely separate person from her August counterpart. Annabella Fiorello came into Jessie's life and embraced her heart, shrouding her in an aura of wholesomeness, benevolence and childlike wonder. She was, as she claimed, essentially a big kid, a characteristic which the August Jessie would have used against her in a domme-like fantasy, to easily torment her and violate her like the naughty little girl she was, thereby making her squeal and cry for mercy. A month ago, capturing such a sweet, beatific creature and robbing her of her innocence would have tantalized Jessie like crazy and lit her libido on fire. This month, however, was a different story. Once Annabella took Jessie under her angel wings and enchanted her with her charms just by being herself, Jessie's outlook on things began to alter. More accurately, to revert. At this point in her life, Jessie hadn't been met with a ton of disappointment or heartbreak, but the abandonment three years before did give her a bitter taste of life's angst. Constant disapproval from others of her early-discovered homosexuality didn't help either, and she'd also been met with her share of second-hand anguish on behalf of tough times her friends and loved ones went through. Despite the narrow-minded societal environment surrounding her, Jessie had a decent amount of friends and tended to make new ones easily, and one of her best techniques was sympathizing with their problems. And so as a result of these first- and second-hand let-downs she'd encountered, she eventually tended, as most adults do, to turn somewhat jaded and jaundiced. She didn't mean to; it happened slowly over time, but suddenly as well. Ten years ago she was as optimistic and carefree and happy-go-lucky as Annabella. Upon entering her 20s she became a bit cynical, now with some evidence that no one's life, not even hers, was all roses and champagne. She hadn't become a total pessimist, but she wasn't exactly jumping with joy at the simplicity of each newly dawning day either. She took things as they came, and expected no miracles. But then came Annabella. Annabella Serafina Fiorello...even her name gave off this reflection of youthful joviality and suited her to a tee. Annabella puzzled Jessie. She seemed to have grown up half-orphaned, with a widowed father, and must have had her other misfortunes here and there, but yet somehow remained nondepletably, idealistically hopeful and confident that things would turn out just beautifully, and that life was a gift. It was difficult for Jessie to discern how Annabella could be just as cheerful as ever day after day when she was still human, and certainly life was as challenging for her as for anyone else. On the other hand, Jessie thought, Maybe she's just better at handling these things than a lot of us are. Maybe it's that simple. Furthermore—again, without even trying—Annabella surpassed impressing Jessie with her inexhaustible energy and girlish cheer, and went so far as to affect Jessie in a way that Jessie wished she could be more like Annabella. Her fascination with this girl's lovely demeanor and personality was just such. After dating for a couple of weeks, Jessie's cynicism slowly began to ebb and erode back away, as Annabella's untarnished goodness touched her and filled her veins. But Jessie had unearthed none of this about herself just yet. To the extent of her knowledge, nothing had changed, except for the fact that she had met and fallen in love with a cherub whom she also thought she might like to emulate. She again blurred her eyes and pretended Annabella was talking to her. "I want to row up and down the streets of Venice with you in a gondola," she heard Annabella's voice whisper to her. "That sounds nice..." she softly replied. Her eyes closed as she smiled, massaging her torso just below the neck with her left hand and rubbing her inner thigh with her right. "What else?" "I want to make love to you on a flying carpet ride around the world." "Hee hee...okay, Jasmine," she giggled, her body warming up as she pictured Annabella's nude body. This sounded like a lot of fun, but a few things initially got in the way. Like Jessie's fear of heights. Or the fact that it would become far too cold to even think about making love at that kind of altitude. Restraining herself down to the carpet should solve the first problem, but...that didn't seem logical; Jessie was the domme... Wasn't she? She took a moment to realize she had no idea whether Annabella was a domme or a sub. Her nature suggested sub all the way, but then again, Annabella never failed to surprise at veritably every turn. Not to mention how she'd pulverized her in their pillow fight. Jessie found herself overanalyzing. She asked herself why she was nitpicking and scrutinizing the fantasies. There's a reason they're fantasies, she thought. Anything can happen in them. Don't question them. Just play them out. And don't focus on dumb real-life things like gravity or temperature. For God's sake, Jessie, it's not like it's actually happening. Just focus on Annabella. Oh, yes, she settled back in as her smile and body heat returned. Hold me, my beloved Annabella...kiss me. She puckered, pretending to make out with her. She slowly opened her lips as she kissed Annabella's imaginary lips and tongue, breathing in her heavenly perfume. She tasted delectable. Jessie wanted so much to reach out and touch Annabella's body, but she rightfully convinced herself that while in fantasyland her hands should stick to herself. She could touch herself, after all; she couldn't kiss her own lips. And so she instead fantasized that Annabella too was touching herself, mirroring Jessie's manual patterns. She imagined Annabella rubbing and groping while she in turn was watching her rub and grope. She was getting increasingly turned on. Her left hand at last began fondling herself about the breasts, as so did Annabella's, and her right, pawing at her inner thigh, inched closer to her eager pussy. As it did so, her pussy communicated a message through her hand to her brain: Well, it's about time, lady! Jessie hadn't the time or inclination to think back and remember, but the last time she'd masturbated was while she was raping Gretchen back in August. She hadn't made love to Annabella yet, and she certainly hadn't made love with anyone else. Had she the desire to go back and examine this, she'd ask herself if it could be possible she'd had zero sexual activity or release in over a month and a half. But she had no such desire. The only desire she felt right now was self-explanatory. Having not yet seen Annabella naked—but yet indeed in her underwear, which helped—she kept her eyes shut and mentally gave Annabella what she felt could pass for a "generic" enough and very pleasing pussy and breasts, given how the rest of her body looked. Now equipped with this image, she passed her right fingers over her (own) pussy and lightly pinched her nipples with her left. Her fantasy-fueled passion doubly accelerated as she pictured Annabella grabbing and tweaking herself in unison. She didn't even need the pic of Annabella on her computer screen anymore. She began a slow, comfortable rhythm of rubbing herself between the labia with her fingertip, as she positioned her left arm so that she could brush her left nipple with the inside of her elbow and play with the right digitally. Then after a few minutes she switched arms. The mental image of Annabella tickling herself and slipping her fingers inside her own pussy to masturbate for Jessie sent a huge rush through her and made her head roll back on her shoulders. Her face flushed as she concentrated on all the wonderful things about Annabella she could summon to mind. Her smile, her hair, her clothes, her personality, her face, her lips, her voice...OH, especially that irresistible voice. Her body rewarded her with another surge of warm, wet arousal. She moaned into Annabella's mouth, still imagining they were kissing and rubbing themselves. "Baby..." she whispered. "Honey bear..." she heard Annabella whisper back. "I want you, my sweet," she murmured. "Dittos," Annabella whispered back. "I love you," she mouthed. "Ti amo," mouthed Annabella. Even though they'd only communicated this intimate exchange in her imagination, she giggled inside excitedly. It felt so delightful to be loved, and even more so to be able to honestly devote her love. A couple of her fingers had found their way inside her. "Oh, fuck," she whispered to herself before she remembered Annabella didn't like bad words. Annabella tended to cover her ears when someone around cursed in her vicinity. Jessie stuck to moaning. She began penetrating her pussy with modest force, enough to splash herself with repeated small showers of pleasure, but not enough to overdo it. Eventually, the showers pieced themselves together into an impending wave approaching her. She was familiar enough with her body and sexual mechanics to know the waves would build and build until she met with the tsunami which would represent her supreme orgasm. She'd need only take her time. "Oh, Annabella...my darling, Annabella..." she mouthed amidst the pretend-kiss, slowly enjoying her way through Annabella's name. She tried to say it with just the elegance Annabella herself did. She adored her name...and everything else about her. She didn't think she could find anything she didn't like about the girl even if she tried. The mere reminder that such an exquisite specimen had found her way into Jessie's life made her pussy swell and leak. She smiled passionately as the warm glaze adhered to her fingers like honey. Oh, Annabella...sweetheart...may I taste your honey? She giggled to herself as she imagined Annabella's reaction to this. She'd be blushing up a storm and would probably be a little turned on, but she'd also feel the inclination to hide it. To make Jessie work for it, as it were. And work for it she did. She went on probing and thrusting into herself repeatedly, working herself up further, further...here came the first wave...steadily on its way...it got closer, and closer, and closer... ...And broke ten feet in front of her. ...What? She unexpectedly slowed back down. She didn't understand. What's going on? That shouldn't have happened. The pleasure was fast on its way, and then inexplicably somehow...retreated. That was certainly at no point to play a part in the equation. This had never transpired before. Jessie'd masturbated pretty regularly before August, though not every day. She might not have been the world's most frequent masturbator, but she logically determined this fact alone should drive her more hungrily for it. She was at the top of her game, so to speak, with her manual action, and with no problem focusing attention, she'd been doing nothing but making invisible love to Annabella the entire time. She became a bit concerned. She hadn't forgotten how to do this, had she? Did I do something wrong? she asked her body. Maybe she just needed to try again...she didn't know why she thought if this didn't work the first time it would the second time, but she didn't want to just give up. Could it simply be that she wasn't concentrating hard enough? She couldn't figure how that was possible, but she was willing to give it another shot. One thing she did have was plenty of time on this day. Okay, so that was...probably just an isolated incident, she decided. Yeah, that was it. She began again, this time taking a deep breath and giving her arms and legs a shake-down. Ah, that was better; she felt more relaxed. Now to get down to business. Twenty minutes later, she failed again. She didn't even get as far as she'd gotten the first time. What the hell?? Again, what, is going on? I've done this dozens of times! Now Jessie was getting worried. The beautiful picture of Annabella was still right there on the screen—she supposed she could have tried another picture, but spending more than half the time with her eyes closed, she had a feeling that wasn't the problem. Any picture of Annabella should surely make her melt with desirous longing. Whatever was wrong, she was certain that wasn't it. She still had plenty of time, however; it was worth a try. She brought a different image of her beloved up on the screen and started jilling off to it instead. She kept her eyes open, focusing on all Annabella's fine features and played her brilliant voice in her mind. And The Truth Shall Set You Free This time she gave it her all. She put her arm into turbo mode, she let her head roll back, she arched her back, and she finger-fucked herself like never before. She rubbed herself raw. She could feel her pussy secreting and her clit stiffening, indicating to her this was at least heading in the right direction. She knew what she liked. She knew what turned her on, and what set her ablaze. But...it was still no use. Just as effectually as she had brought it on, the swelling and erection of her clit abandoned her once more. No matter how hard she tried, the pleasure would just...not...come. Another twenty minutes later, her libido quit on her yet again. High and dry for the third time, Jessie was intensely frustrated. She whipped her hand out of her sad, unsatisfied cunt with an aggravated groan. She felt defeated and helpless. Nothing she could do to try and please herself was to any avail. She threw out heavy, quick, angry breaths. Why is this happening?? she anxiously demanded to know. I know how to do this! Why can I suddenly not reach an orgasm to save my life?! It doesn't even have to be Earth-shattering; I'd settle for a mediocre orgasm at this point! The still shot of Annabella was staring adoringly at her, but now the disgruntled Jessie felt scorned by it, as if the picture were deliberately mocking her with its benevolent smile. She dropped her face in her hands. It seemed that like it or not, she had to face the wretched fact that for whatever insane reason, she had essentially become... ...Impotent. Or...dysfunctional. Or...she didn't know what the term would be...she wasn't familiar with this situation. And she didn't care what this was technically called, either; all she knew and that mattered was she couldn't come. She sat in her chair, naked and sweaty, but confused and unfulfilled. She looked back up at Annabella's pixelated face on her screen smiling at her, and she wanted to cry. I feel like such a disappointment to you, Annabella...I've failed you, and I don't even have any idea why or how! She sniffled as she eventually got up to put her button-up plaid shirt and jammie pants back on. Just to add injury to insult, she noticed that her legs still ached as she pushed herself to her feet. She felt humiliated, even though no one else was actually in the room with her. She could've tried again, but the mood was gone. My first time pleasuring myself to the woman I want to be my girlfriend, and I can't do it, she mournfully lamented. Am I deep down inside actually not in love with her? How could that be possible? She's all I can think about! She didn't know what to do. She had the whole day to herself, she could do whatever she saw fit, except the only thing she really wanted to right now. She felt drained. She just flopped down on her bed with a dismayed sigh. The irritated part of her wanted to strike herself in the vagina, but she could certainly see through the irritation what an incredibly bad idea that would be. Steady, Jess, she told herself. There has to be an explanation for this. She hadn't started taking any new medication or anything of the sort lately, so it couldn't be a chemical issue. There hadn't been any dramatic shift in her diet or weight lately, so she didn't think it was a physical problem either... She looked back at Annabella on the screen again. Once more, it made her want to start weeping. Annabella was...she sighed. The girl was virtual perfection. She was excellence. She had a diamond-studded heart of gold, and everything about her radiated purity, goodwill, peacefulness and love. She possessed what seemed to be the finest qualities of a child as well as those of an adult. She was so free, and expressive, and spontaneous...Jessie couldn't imagine somebody like Annabella ever being sexually dysfunctional. In Jessie's eyes this girl could do anything. That was to say, anything to make someone's day, not spoil it. Annabella could clearly never, for example, ensnare her step-mother in her bedroom and violate her, reducing her to a pitiful sack of tears. As Jessie looked back on it, she wished she'd met Annabella before she'd met Gretchen. Perhaps Annabella's kind and sweet influence could persuade her to think of a less abusive method in which to teach Gretchen her lesson. Then maybe none of this would have happened, and then maybe she coul— Wait a minute. Could that be what was causing this deficiency in her self-completion? She'd ruled out chemistry and physicality; the only cause visibly left was psychology. Her dysfunction presented itself today, which she sadly confirmed would have been the first time she'd had any sexual activity since she'd raped Gretchen. That has to be it, she thought, closing her eyes as a cloud of misery settled over her. It just has to be. There's no other explanation. She covered her face in her hands, and she did begin crying. Since she'd been dating Annabella, she'd started to deeply regret what she'd done to her step-mother, and bit by bit, the regret had built up inside her until today, coincidentally, stirring up a whirlwind of turmoil in her, wreaking havoc on her conscience and clogging her libido. She'd sexually terrorized Gretchen, and in the process, she realized, ended up consequently cuntblocking herself. Oh...what have I done... she thought terribly. It was the most bizarre thing; it was as if Annabella had transformed her into a completely different woman since they'd met. Beforehand, Jessie had shown Gretchen the error of her ways, and felt enormously powerful. She was a cunning, calculating dominatrix-in-training. She hadn't thought she could go through with it, but once she did, she felt nothing but sheer victory. At the given point she'd only been considering it from the angle that Gretchen would now accept and respect that she was a lesbian. And that was all she felt she'd needed. But once again, then came Annabella. The more Jessie got to know her, the more she began to remember how much and how many things about her little girl and teenage years she really did enjoy and appreciate. Annabella was a magical person; everything about her made Jessie feel so nice and pleasant and tickled inside. Especially her smile. And her laugh. Annabella made her want to be a better person. Talking to her felt like listening to her sing Whitney Houston's song "Greatest Love Of All." And so it made logical, inexorable sense that with this memory of torturing Gretchen relatively fresh in her mind, and Annabella as the object of her current affections, that tremendous guilt over what she'd done to her step-mother would not only surface, but drown her in her own personal ocean of shame, via her conscience and her desire to improve, ostensibly now psychosomatically limiting her masturbatory activity, restricting her orgasms, and... Oh, God...is there anything else I can't do anymore now?? she wondered panickedly. What was she to do? She couldn't go back in time and withdraw the act. She couldn't change history. She couldn't make this not have happened now. She'd love nothing more at the moment, but it was an impossibility. But just as promptly, the other half of the puzzle returned to the forefront of her memory, holding hands with the answer. The solution to her problem. Much as she didn't want to face it, she had to. She had to confess. She had to tell her father, and Annabella, the truth. The same evening of the incident, Jessie now recalled that she had actually told her Dad literally the very first lie she ever had. When William came home from the hospital, Jessie had falsely informed him that she and Gretchen went out to play tennis together, forcing Gretchen to lie to him along with her. Her mind had been intoxicated by the feeling of power which came over her from dominating Gretchen. Her conscience had been polluted. Normally, she would never have been able to fib to hardly anyone, least of all her own beloved father. Oh...my...dear...God...I actually lied...to my Daddy. And of course, he had believed her. Why shouldn't he? She had spoken with matter-of-fact conviction, with a perfectly plausible explanation of their day's events. As horrible as she was already feeling, the awful sensations plaguing her doubled upon discovery of the first untruth she'd ever displayed for her Dad. Oh, how could I?! Her record was no longer intact, she realized. It could be back intact again, in a way, she thought, If I told the truth...but... She closed her eyes tearfully. ...I don't know if I can do it. Oh, I feel so sick. I'm chicken shit. I'm a coward, a liar and a rapist. She peeked out from between her fingers long enough to see Annabella's picture still on her computer before the screen saver began occupying the monitor. She turned on her side on the bed towards the wall and wept. Oh, Annabella...I so don't deserve you. You're so good, and I'm so not. You're an angel, and I'm a slime ball. She eventually wore out her energy berating herself, and fell asleep. *** September 30th, 3:16 p.m. She sat up in bed. The shades were drawn and she could only detect faint glimmers of light. She thought she heard a distorted, echoing knocking sound on the other side of her door. She unsteadily got up and made her way to the door. When she opened it, she was presented with a familiar but eerie shadow. "A—...Annabella?" she asked. "Hello, Jessica." "Hello, Jessica"? When did she start addressing her with the full seven letters? And what was wrong with her voice? It sounded deeper and huskier than normal, and not at all friendly. In fact, it really sounded rather hostile. Jessie wasn't sure what to say. But it didn't matter, because before she could say anything, Annabella barged into her room and did something that utterly horrified her. She grabbed Jessie by the wrists, pulled her up against her dresser, yanked her hands behind the dresser mirror on either side and shackled them around it. Jessie gasped. "Oh, God!" she screamed, suddenly totally aware what was happening. A light clicked on above her head, even though there was no fixture in this particular section of her room. "God can't save you now." Jessie looked up into the mirror and shrieked at what she saw. She was indeed leaning over the dresser with her hands trapped behind it, and this was her face and body, but her hair was wavier and strawberry blonde instead of brunette...and her eyes were turquoise instead of hazel. She looked back down in further horror to see that, yes, sure enough, she was indeed wearing nothing but the nightgown and panties. She didn't even have to look up at Annabella, but she did. And once more she gasped and screamed as she saw the reflection of Annabella's face and body with her moderate brown hair, her hazel eyes and her summery outfit. And she could not see what Annabella was strapping around her waist, but she obviously knew precisely what it was. "OH NO!!" she erupted. "PLEASE DON'T! DON'T DO IT!!" The emotionless Annabella roughly grabbed her between the legs, making her cry out in pain, and replied with only a cold, icy, "Shut your fucking mouth, you little cunt. Your sleazy whore pussy's gonna get what it deserves now, dirty filthy bitch." "WHAT??!" Half those words were not even in Annabella's vocabulary! "BUT—" Annabella whipped her nightgown up and over her, muffling her face with it. "PLEASE!!" Jessie continued futilely hollering under the gown. "I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I'M SORRY!! NOOOOO!!" The panties were yanked down and not a further second was wasted. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!" Jessie repeatedly howled as she felt her vagina being spread open. In short order, the very same dildo commenced to raping her, forcefully and abrasively. "OW! OWWWW, IT HURTS!!" she cried, tears stinging her eyes and nose. "IT HU-U-URTS! STOP, PLEE-EE-EEASE!!" She felt the hairbrush make vicious contact with her ass. A burst of tears and sobs exploded out of her. The dildo felt three times too big and too thick for her to handle. The agony was indescribable. She felt like she was dying. She shrieked and bawled hysterically as the dildo pounded and rammed inside her, painfully and mercilessly. She rattled helplessly and crazily against the dresser mirror, stamping her feet on the floor. She now knew exactly how her own victim felt. The rape went on and on, minute after minute after hellish minute, each second pure terror. Jessie shouted and yelled until she was hoarse. She whipped her head back and forth until she finally began to get the nightgown back off her face. "ANNABELLA, STOP!" her voice horrifically echoed around the room. "STOP IT!!" The voice changed. Her blood turned to ice. "Who's Annabella?" Her hell-stricken eyes widened. She was scared beyond death, but she looked up into the mirror. Her heart stopped. Annabella's face and body were gone. She was still in the nightgown with her step-mother's hair and eyes, but her own hair, eyes and clothing behind her had been returned to their rightful owner. Annabella was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes opened wide with tears of doom as the dreadful reality set in. She was raping herself. She affixed on the glass to see her own face leering down at her as her reflection fucked her relentlessly. She shut her eyes, opened her mouth and unleashed the mother of all lung-piercing, voice-crushing, blood-curdling screams. The mirror shattered. *** September 30th, 4:48 p.m. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" screamed Jessie, shooting bolt upright in bed. She sobbed and whimpered, looking around her, collecting herself slowly back together and relaxing in relief as she realized it was a dream. She calmed down degree by degree, pawing tears and sweat from her face. Her throat felt sore, a logical result of screaming in her sleep. She rested her hands over her heart, feeling it slamming against her. She looked back at her pillow to see a head-shaped pattern of perspiration, not unlike the patterns she and Annabella had made in the mattress during their pillow fight two nights ago. That was it, she decided. She was left with no choice. No matter how frightened she was of what her loved ones would think or do, she couldn't bear to even consider going through that petrifying dream again. She had to confess, and do it as soon as possible. She only hoped it would put these torments to rest. She swung her feet around to the floor, sniffled and wiped at her face. Someone knocked on the door. Jessie's eyes bugged open and she froze. The gentle knock came again. "Jess, babe, it's us!" she heard the voice of her Dad from behind the door. Exhaling another relieved breath, she let herself down off the bed and staggered across the room. Why they didn't just come in, she didn't know, until she looked down and remembered—oh yeah, she'd locked it. She unlocked and opened it to hear William continue, "Guess who we ran into!" Opening the door to see him and Gretchen, Annabella suddenly popped up in between them. "Surprise!" she said. "AAH!" a startled Jessie exclaimed, jumping back a foot. Annabella's face washed with sympathy. "Oh, honey bear! Golly, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to give you such a fright!" "Jessica, are you all right?" asked Gretchen. "Um...not completely," answered Jessie. "I was just taking a nap, and I had a really, really bad nightmare." The sympathy spread to all three faces in the doorway. "Aw," they said. Unaware of the details of said nightmare, Annabella stepped inside and gave Jessie a strong, warm hug. "Oh, baby!" she said softly. "No wonder you're jumpy! I'm so very, very sorry that happened to you." She gave her multiple kisses all over her face and head to comfort her. "I second that," added William. "Well, we were just at the mall, and happened to see Annabella there. So we said, we think Jess is at home, why don't you come with us?" "Yup, and here I am!" Annabella smiled. "So why don't you just go ahead and hang out with your sweetie?" said William. "It'll get your mind off that bad dream in no time." "Yeah!" said Annabella. "Uh, actually, I, uh—" Jessie started to say. Before she had the chance, Gretchen added, "We've gotta get dinner started anyway. C'mon, Billy!" They headed off before Jessie could say what she needed to. Annabella turned back to her. "Oh, Jessie, my dear, I'm so sorry again about your dream," she told her. "Wanna rap with me about it?" Wanna? No. Have to? 'Fraid so. "Um...maybe in a little while," Jessie skirted, still hesitant, though she now had everyone here she needed. "Okay!" acquiesced the ever-cheerful Annabella. "We can do something else." Her playful grin appeared. "Wanna wrestle?" she flirted. "If you let me pin you, we'll both win." She winked. "Think about it, that's a made in the shade deal for you, babe; you'll come out on top either way!" Ah, a suggestion somewhat akin to the pillow fight. Jessie forced a chuckle. As much fun as that really did sound, "Uh...heh...maybe a little later," she reiterated. "All righty-roo, then, no sweat..." Annabella poked at her mid-section. "One, two, three, four—I declare a tickle war!" That sounded very much like wrestling. Not in the mood for laughter, Jessie took her by the hands before she got out of control, trying not to be too rough with her. "Um...can we just maybe...kinda sit and talk?" she requested. Annabella's expression softened. "Of course, sugar!" she agreed. "Talk about what?" Jessie turned and sulked to the bed, sitting on the edge and placing her hands in her lap, gaze to the floor. Annabella's eyebrows raised. "Oh my goodness, something's truly eating you," she commented. She sat beside her on the bed and stroked her back. "Lay it on me." Jessie took several deep breaths. She shook her head, unable to stop the tears. She felt like a small child who had just gotten into a brawl at school and come home crying to her m... Annabella sat with her, caressing and embracing her, giving all the love and affection she could, before Jessie finally croaked out— "I'm the most horrible person alive." "What??" squealed Annabella. "Honey bee, what on God's beautiful green Earth are you talking about?" Jessie wanted to severely punish herself. She felt she totally deserved it, the worst and more. "Annabella...I did something unthinkable...before I met you. Something unforgivable." Annabella did not completely understand. "But...if it was so terrible, how come you never brought it up until now?" "Well, it's not exactly the kind of thing you come right out and tell someone when you're just getting to know them." "Well...yeah, I dig that, that makes sense," agreed Annabella. "But, Jessie, dear, we're tight; you know you can tell me anything." Jessie looked back at the floor and shook her head. "Not this." "Well, Jessie, for Heaven's sake...did you...did you kill someone?" She shook her head. "Did you cause a great big car accident?" Again, she shook her head no. And The Truth Shall Set You Free "Did you frame someone for a crime?" "No." Please don't let her ask me if I raped someone, she silently prayed. Please. She couldn't lie to Annabella, and she also couldn't bear for her to find out this way. She wasn't keen on her finding out any way, but unfortunately that wasn't up to her anymore. "Well, golly gee, Jessie...I can't force you to tell me what it is, but you're beginning to scare me." Jessie stood from the bed and ambled to her computer. She moved the mouse, and the screen saver vanished, returning her to her picture of Annabella in her active window. She stepped aside so Annabella could see it. "Hey, that's me!" she exclaimed. "Yeah," uttered Jessie. "One of the pics you sent me last month." Annabella was touched. "Aw, you go through the old pictures and things I send you? That's...like, wow! That's so sweet!" Not exactly. "Well...there was a reason for it," admitted Jessie. "I didn't have it up just for sentimental value." "No?" Jessie shook her head once more. "Annabella, I'm gonna come right out and tell you this, 'cause it's nothing compared to the big secret I'm eventually gonna have to unload. I was looking at your pics on the computer this morning...and, um...touching myself." Annabella covered her mouth as her eyes opened wide and her cheeks reddened. Such a declaration made her feel flattered, but at the same time caught her totally off-guard. She had not seen that coming. She tried not to break out into an awkward giggle. "Only...I couldn't do it," Jessie groaned. Annabella's smile ran and hid. Her eyebrows arched in dismayed surprise. "Y—...you mean..." "Yeah," Jessie nodded. "I lost the mojo. My libido quit on me. I just went numb. I couldn't sustain it." "Oh, no!" said Annabella. "Oh, baby! How awful! You poor thing!" Jessie shook her head again. Now came the part she was really dreading. "Oh yes," she corrected, starting to feel her world come crashing down around her. "And now I have to tell you why." She took Annabella's hand and led her out of her bedroom and down the stairs into the living room, which was empty, as William and Gretchen were still putting the finishing touches on dinner and setting the table. It was time. She gulped through deep breaths. Needless to say, Annabella was nervous and frightened. She had no idea what Jessie was about to spring on them, and hoped more than anything it didn't harm their relationship. She really wanted Jessie to know how much she cared about her. She didn't know what she would do if she and Jessie weren't to see each other anymore. Jessie was terrified, but holding on to Annabella gave her the courage she needed. "Dad? Gretchen?" They emerged from the kitchen one by one. "Yeah, babe?" asked William. "What's up?" "Put dinner on pause, please," Jessie entreated. "I need to talk to you guys." Gretchen came out to hear the second part. "Oh, gosh, Jessica, is it serious?" she wished to know. "We're just about ready." "Dead serious. You have no idea." She looked Gretchen in the eyes as if to say, Actually, you do, Gretch, but no one else does. The parents' facial reactions turned appropriate to Jessie's situation as they looked at each other. "Oh, wow," said William. "Okay, uh...you want us all here for this?" "Yes," Jessie said. "Annabella too." They gathered around the dining room table as Jessie prepared to purge herself. She sat across from Gretchen, with Annabella to her left and William to her right. She began to speak, but her crying interrupted. "Honey!" said William. "What's wrong? Is it still the nightmare?" Jessie shook her head. "Annabella, do you know what's going on here?" he asked her. Annabella shook her own head just as vehemently. "No, Mr. Townsend! Honest, sir, she didn't tell me." Finally, Jessie raised her eyes to face them. "You guys are about to hate me forever," she sobbed. "What?" Gretchen and William said together. Jessie was stalling, even though she knew she was only delaying things and making it worse. "I wouldn't blame you if you disowned me now. In fact, maybe I should just pack my bags and save you the trouble." Now she was frightening everyone. "Jess, would you please tell us what it is you need to say first?" her father requested. "Okay," she sniffled. "Dad...uh...do you remember...last month, right after I came back from school...the first day I was home, after you introduced me to Gretchen?" William thought. "I'm...not sure, babe. The days start to run together pretty fast." "Well, um...I called you at work that day and told you not to marry Gretchen, 'cause she was praying for God to turn me straight?" It was Gretchen's eyes' turn to pop open. She was not aware of this phone conversation. "And you said we'd talk about it when you got home that night?" Jessie went on. "But you had to stay a little later at work, and when you got home, it looked like we were friends? Do you remember that?" she asked him. That sounded more familiar. "Oh, okay, yes...yes, I think I remember that," William nodded. "And I told you we were out playing tennis that day?" "Uh-huh...I believe I remember that as well." "Well, um..." she gulped, looking down at the table, hating herself. "I lied to you, Daddy." "What?" Her weeping picked up again. Her voice broke as she spat out, "We weren't playing tennis." An alarm went off inside Gretchen's mind. She felt the need to jump in here. "Um, Jessica," she interjected, although she wasn't sure where to take it from here. "It's-it's...it's behind us. It's in the past. I mean, we don't need to go back there again." "I do, Gretchen," Jessie insisted. "I have to tell them." "Whoa, whoa," said William, realizing just how serious things were becoming. "What's behind you? What's in the past??" "Yeah!" Annabella chimed in. "Jessica, I've learned to live with it," Gretchen assured her. "I'm definitely not thrilled about it, but I've moved on. I'm past it now. Really, we don't have to rehash it—" "Excuse me, I'll be the judge of that!" said William, his voice ascending. "Gretchen, please let her say what she needs to tell us." Jessie was breathing heavier. She still didn't know if she could one hundred percent go through with this, but she had no choice. "Guys..." she explained, "I know this doesn't make it okay, but Gretchen and I got into a big fight because, well, like I told you, Dad, she thought it was wrong that I'm gay, and...and I got this crazy idea from this friend of mine in the mall..." William and Gretchen both immediately looked in Annabella's direction, whose face filled with apprehension. "No, no, not her," Jessie quickly appended. "Annabella had nothing to do with it. I didn't even know her yet at the time." She took a breath, cleared her throat and went on. "I went to a store and got, um..." She didn't want to just spill it on them prematurely, so she decided to skip the rest of this part. "...I got some stuff, then I came back home, and I asked Gretchen to come up into my room to, uh...to help me with something..." Gretchen covered all of her face except her eyes, the details coming back to her. Jessie's voice broke again. "But, I...tricked her. And I lied to her. I didn't need her help. I only got her in there so I could, uh..." She covered her own face. She thought she felt Annabella caress her arm. The three of them heard more sobs coming out. No more hesitation. It was now or never. "I...I..." Just do it...just rip off the Band-Aid, she analogized. It's gonna hurt a whole hell of a lot...but you have to do it. "I handcuffed her to my dresser and raped her!" Jessie cried out, bursting out in wracking cries. She was far too ashamed to even think about looking at any of them now. She crossed her arms on the table and buried her face in them, crying it all out. For several minutes, the only sound in the house was Jessie bawling her eyes out. William and Annabella were both shocked into silence, and understandably so. Gretchen, hands still over her face, shut her eyes, quietly commiserating with Jessie. Annabella covered her own mouth, looking back and forth with unplaceable emotions at Gretchen and Jessie. William had no idea what to think, say or do, presented with such news. He wanted someone to pipe up and tell him that this really wasn't true. He started to ask Gretchen if it was, but he knew his daughter. With such genuine, tangible regret literally pouring from her eyes, it was obvious to him that Jessie wasn't making this up. Gretchen's hands slid up to cover her eyes as well as the rest of her face. She knew that Jessie had her reasons for confessing now, just as she'd had her reasons for doing this to her in the first place, but the same, she wished it could all just go away. As for Jessie, she didn't know if crying a billion tears would win her loved ones' forgiveness, but the one comfort she could now take was that it was out in the open. She'd done it—she'd confessed her crime, and if nothing else, at least she didn't have to live with the secret of the guilt and shame anymore. She still couldn't look up at them. She thought she heard Annabella whisper to be excused and rise from the table. She didn't want her to leave, but she knew she didn't deserve to have her stay either. A few more moments passed before Jessie took a tearful breath and raised her head to audibly say, "And it wasn't just that. I put her through hell. I taunted her, I mocked her, I abused her, I threatened her, I spanked her with my hairbrush..." She collected another large inhalation and sputtered out, "I'm so, so sorry, Gretchen...I am so sorry...I don't deserve to live." She sobbed harder through the apology, stretching each word into multiple syllables, purging and cleansing herself as thoroughly as possible. She wanted to keep apologizing until someone said something. "Gretchen, I am SO, so sorry," she repeated again and again. "I don't expect you to forgive me, but I am really so sorry. I've never been sorrier for anything in my life," she wailed. With the possible exception of lying to you about it afterwards, Dad, she mentally added. "I can't expect your forgiveness, but I'd do anything for it, Gretchen," she tossed in. "Anything." Eventually, she finally felt a hand stroking her hair. She didn't know whose it was until she heard Gretchen's voice. "All right...all right, Jessica...we know," she said. "We know, sweetie. We know you're sorry. And we believe you." For once, not only did Jessie not mind Gretchen calling her "sweetie," it was like a life preserver. She slowly brought her head up to look into her big turquoise eyes in her thick eyeglasses. Her own wet eyes and nose had turned red. "Does...that mean..." she started to ask. Gretchen nodded, wiping away Jessie's tears with her thumbtips. "Yes," she nodded. "I forgive you." Jessie began to cry all over again. "I still don't deserve it," she lamented. "I'm a terrible person. For God's sake, I'm a rapist! How can you stand to even look at me??" Gretchen got up from her seat and came around the table to sit beside Jessie and hug her. "It's okay, sweetie," she consoled her. "It'll be okay. You're forgiven. We all forgive you. Your father loves you, Jessica. Your honey loves you." She held up Jessie's chin to look her in the eyes. "And I love you...daughter." William and Annabella still weren't exactly certain what to make of this, but Gretchen managed to steer them back to Jessie's side. William remained in his seat, trying to piece together his feelings. Annabella had wandered into the living room and sat on the floor, needing a little air and space to herself. William wanted very much to say something—anything—to his daughter right now, and until he had his feelings in order, he could only come up with— "Just cry all you need to, Jess," he tenderly encouraged, patting her arm. "Just cry it out..." William felt torn in a way. He loved his daughter more than anything in the world, and at the same time, he was unable to believe she was capable of such a thing. Then again, she did come clean with them, settling the story, and anyone could see how heartfelt and genuine her contrition was. His daughter wasn't insane, he logically thought. There must have been reasons for this, and yet, was there ever any airtight justification for sexually violating another person? He didn't know. He was disoriented by this turn of events, and he wasn't sure how exactly to feel. As for Annabella, she had been doing a lot of thinking about all this while everything else was going on. She returned to the table. "May I please talk to Jessie?" she asked shyly, wandering back into the dining room. "Of course, hon," said William, standing from the table. He motioned for Gretchen to get up with him. "Come on, Gretch." He nodded towards the kitchen. "Let's give the kids a minute alone." Gretchen nodded, giving Jessie's hair another stroke and kissing her forehead. She followed William into the kitchen, and Annabella resumed her seat beside Jessie, who had ceased crying, now just somberly staring down at her toes. "Hi," Annabella whispered to her. Jessie remained silent. "It's okay," said Annabella nurturingly, "You don't have to say anything." She took her hands. "Now that I know what happened, I can tell you what I think," said Annabella. "Jessie, I certainly don't have to tell you you did a terrible thing, and I know if you could take it back you would." She caressed Jessie's cheek with the back of her hand, wiping another tear away. "I can see how awful you feel, and I understand, honey bear. Believe me, I've done some pretty rotten things myself." Jessie's eyebrows jumped. She looked up at Annabella. "You?" she asked. "But you're so perfect!" Annabella gave a wry chuckle. "Oh, Jessie, no!" she laughed. "I try to be a good person, the best Annabella I can be, but do believe me, I've got my shortcomings! I wasn't very good in school, so I cheated off my classmates. All the time. I used to play so rough with our dog I almost killed him. And sometimes I get these unreal violent thoughts towards others, even when they haven't done anything to me. I don't act on them, but now and then I get an inexplicable urge to...do something mean. I...I don't even know why." Jessie looked at her puzzledly. "But...you're...just always so happy." Annabella smiled and gave her a love peck on her wet nose. "That's 'cause you make me happy, my dear. You razz my berries!" Jessie went out on a limb and presumed that a good thing, but... "Annabella, please stop being so sweet to me. I don't deserve it." Annabella released her hands. "Okay, Jessie, let's look at this reasonably. Bottom line: you did a bad thing. Maybe you exercised lousy judgment, maybe you were really really really really really upset...whatever the reason, you did it. And there's no getting around that. It's done now; you can't undo it. All you can do now, you already just have: you felt horrendous and remorseful, and you apologized and made amends with Miss Peterson. And she forgave you." "But I still feel like a scum bag." "I know. I know, Jessie. But let me just ask you this: are you ever going to do something like that again?" "NO!" Jessie immediately replied. "God, no! Are you insane? After what I just went through?" "Exactly," Annabella reassured her calmly. "I won't minimize it; you did a bad thing. An extremely bad thing. We've established that. But here's the good news: you're not a permanently bad person. You've done your penance for it, and you've learned your lesson. Now you can move on. Please don't punish yourself forever. It's like you told me the first time we went out: that's life. Good stuff happens, and bad stuff happens. That's all." Jessie looked up to see Annabella's ever-loveful chocolate-brown eyes smiling at her, crinkled by her cheeks. She shook her head, eyes welling up again. She'd otherwise have been wary saying this, but after what she'd just done, this declaration was a cakewalk. "I love you, Annabella." Annabella's face lit up with a gasp. "What?" she whispered joyfully. "You do??" Jessie didn't hesitate for a second. "Yes. With all my heart, from the very bottom of it, and with everything in me, I love you." Suddenly, Jessie's weren't the only eyes welling up in tears. "Oh!" Annabella continued whispering, shimmering with limerence. Her heart was racing. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe it!" she giggled ecstatically. "Oh Jessie, cara mia, I love you too!" They kissed. Finally feeling secure and forgiven, Jessie forgave herself as well, and closed her worn eyes to soothe them and felt her remaining senses increase in keenness. She caught the scent of Annabella's wildly intoxicating perfume. She felt Annabella's soft skin reacting with quivers and goosebumps as they made out. She heard her tranquilly breathing through her nose and her kiss-muffled moans emanating from her deepest reaches. And she tasted her root beer-flavored lip balm. For a few happy moments, Jessie imagined it was 1958 and they were in an all-night diner together, sharing a root beer float and a romantic soundtrack of ballads by The Platters, The Chordettes, The Drifters, Buddy Holly and Elvis. Annabella looked just so quintessentially perfect right there in her element. The lyrics to a very different song however were occupying Jessie's thoughts for the moment. You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain, she thought, cheering herself up. Too much love drives a girl insane...you broke my will, but what a thrill...goodness, gracious, great balls of fire... Old or new, rock music always made her feel good. Suddenly, Jessie could hardly recall what she was so upset about anymore. When they finally pried their lips apart for some air, they heard William's voice. "Girls?" They turned his way. "Yes, Dad?" said Jessie. "Yes, Dad?" Annabella immediately parroted, matching Jessie's tone and inflection perfectly. He smiled at the Italian girl's charm. Returning to where they sat, he explained, "Gretchen and I talked a bit, and things are a little clearer to me now, Jess. I'm not happy about it, but I understand. And we felt like we could all use a little comfort food...we actually kinda screwed up dinner anyway. It's not your fault at all, Jess, it's ours. So...what would you two say if we sent out for some pizza?" "OH my God, music to my ears," Jessie replied, smiling for the first time all day. Annabella jumped up to hug him. "Bravo! Grazie, papà!" she exclaimed, kissing his cheeks. "Oh, and Dad?" Jessie asked. "Do we still have that root beer in the pantry and the ice cream in the freezer?" *** September 30th, 9:10 p.m. After absolutely stuffing themselves with the wonderfully satisfying dinner and dessert, Jessie took Annabella back upstairs to her room. The sun was almost completely gone. She brought a few candles with her, which she lit up, and put some soft rock on the stereo. She powered down the computer, turned on the lava lamp beside her bed, decided she had enough light, and laid down. At her request, Annabella lay beside her, clasping Jessie's hand in both of hers. As they gazed deep into one another's tender eyes, illuminated only but sufficiently by the lava lamp and candles, Jessie slowly used her free hand to button down her shirt, eventually letting it fall open, treating Annabella to the sight of her naked breasts, which were very pleased to see her as well. Annabella's eyes slid back up to meet Jessie's, as if to ask, No bra? And The Truth Shall Set You Free Nope. Threw it in the wash. Wanna touch 'em? They're nice and perky for you. Annabella let her fingertips softly glide up Jessie's tummy, forcing a light giggle out of her, until reaching her two fleshy, curvaceous orbs of love. As the smooth, warm skin of her hand fondled her, Jessie's eyes fluttered closed and she emitted a whisper of a moan. Annabella felt Jessie's heartbeat accelerate beneath her hand, and the excitement spread over her as well. The first kiss set off a mutual kaleidoscope of butterflies through their bellies. As Annabella caressed her breasts with one hand and her hair, cheek and ear with the other, all four eyes resting under the romance, Jessie surreptitiously bent her knees, pressed her feet into the mattress, pushed her ass up and pulled her pajama pants halfway down her legs, kicking them the rest of the way off. She was braless but still wearing her panties. As Annabella's fingers applied pressure to each of her heaving bosoms, passion oozed to all crannies of Jessie's body, building inside and gradually moistening her forehead, her pussy, and soon enough the rest of her. Her hands again unoccupied, Jessie restraightened her legs and put her arms around her angel, almost able to feel her wings on her back. They made the kiss last as long as possible until they again needed oxygen, and repeated their steps. Jessie retracted her hands from Annabella's back and groped her through her dress, making her faintly squeak. Bodies only centimeters apart, Jessie could practically feel the vibration from Annabella's vocal chords. Their hands found each other and joined. Jessie wanted to challenge herself to see how long she could wait, but she didn't last as long as she thought. She guided Annabella's hand down her thigh and pressed her beloved's fingers against her waiting, damp pussy. Annabella communicated through the kissing with a muffled half-chuckle/half-moan, flattered by the tangible wetness. She likes me, she thought delightfully. And she down there likes me too. Enormously gratified by her self-educated acumen, she folded her leg over Jessie's and pulled her wider spread-eagle. She slipped her other leg under and hugged Jessie's with both of hers. Once Jessie had Annabella's hand where she wanted it, she snuck her own hand between Annabella's legs, under her dress, and made contact, just as their most recent kiss fizzled out. Annabella gasped. "OH my gosh!" she whisper-giggled in reaction to the sensation. Jessie giggled back, and they Eskimo kissed, nuzzling their noses, bringing Jessie back to that special evening of their first date. She silently sighed in bliss, reminding herself not to forget just how lucky she had been to have fate bestow such a gift upon her. Jessie demonstrated on Annabella just how she liked to be stroked. Annabella picked up on the hint and imitated her technique, earning herself another, even more appreciative groan of joy. Wordlessly communicating, Annabella altered the stroke and began performing a similar demonstrative pattern on her, indicating, And this, meanwhile, is how I like it. Jessie happily reciprocated. While it was basic knowledge and nothing Earth-shattering, both girls were increasingly tickled by the fact that they could achieve this feat of hand-mind coordination without needing their eyes at all. Proving that aroused minds thought alike, both mostly kept their eyes closed, opening them only to optically drink in one another's multifarious appeal. Each was surprised they had fallen in love so quickly after just having met, but each was also more ecstatic than she could ever remember being in her life. After a few more minutes they agreed to call time-out so they could shed the rest of their clothing. Annabella stood and whipped off her dress over her head, tossing her hair all about, revealing her lace undergarments, only moments before she revealed everything. She was slightly nervous, hoping Jessie approved of her girlish physique, but her zeal far outweighed her bodily apprehension, and she clearly had nothing to worry about anyway. When she stripped down to her birthday suit for Jessie, the sight encouraged her to resume touching herself, all over, now with no need to imagine anymore. "Ohhhhhh, yessssss, babe..." she praised, so glad to not need the computer and to have the real thing now. Exceedingly thrilled by the compliment, Annabella all but leapt back into bed with her. She scrambled on top of her, now utterly ravaging her with her kisses, nuzzles, caresses and warm expulsions of air from her lungs. Their breasts rested and pressed into each other, and they sandwiched one another's hands between their legs. Each needed just a moment to refresh herself on how the other liked to be stroked, and when their hands at last found their ways inside each other, the bed went up in smoky exhilaration, gradually steaming up the rest of the room. "Oh, God..." Jessie breathed, forgetting Annabella's no-cursing rule. "Oh, my God...FUCK, yes!" Annabella let out a small gasp. "My virgin ears!" she whispered back. "My virgin ears have been offended!" Her quirky voice and her innocent expression—to say nothing of her virgin ears—were far too precious for Jessie to be put off by her request to censor herself. It certainly wasn't worth spoiling their magical night together even a little bit for. Jessie simply smiled shyly, gave her a quiet, "I'm sorry, my love," and mentally soaped her mouth out. Swearing was a nasty habit, she had to agree. She really did look up to Annabella and wanted so much to be more like her. But that line of thinking was quickly ejected from her mind as she felt Annabella take her by surprise, stepping it up a notch and beginning to thrust inside her. She really did have impressively strong arms. The act compelled Jessie to break off the kiss out of necessity, freeing her mouth to let loose a wild shout of sudden, rich pleasure. Annabella smiled modestly and didn't let up. Jessie's shouts increased, both in frequency and intensity. Annabella's fingers began to feel like sticks of erotic dynamite in her pussy, and she couldn't wait to find out how long it would take for the fuse to go off. She flopped her body on the bed like a fish, her groans soaked in hot, wet, sticky lust. She didn't know what to do with her own arms. She couldn't concentrate on returning the favor with Annabella forcing her scorching manual love on her. But Annabella wordlessly indicated to her that she didn't have to do a thing, by leaning down beside her and French-kissing all over her face—which under normal circumstances would have just tickled and felt funny, but right now only added to Jessie's burning and yearning. This chick was unique, no question about it, but she also sure knew how to give a girl a killer hand job. Jessie's head rolled back, as did her eyes under their closed lids, and so Annabella's skin-searing kisses were moved to her neck. She thought she could still detect a weak hint of the cologne Jessie had been wearing two days before, and it intoxicated her. The girls were floating in their own sexual bubble. Annabella moved south on Jessie with her mouth, kissing and sucking on her breast. Just when Jessie thought their activity couldn't become any more explosive, Annabella gently closed her teeth on her nipple. Her shouts switched gears into full-throated screams. Sweat poured backwards down her face and hair. Her hands and feet twitched spastically. She knew she couldn't handle much more. The inevitable surreality entered the picture as she swore she was over the moon, wondering if all this could really be actually happening. Annabella's wrist was eventually beginning to ache, but she couldn't stop; they were having far too much fun. Almost an hour had elapsed. Jessie strained, twisting and writhing, silently begging, desperately longing to come. Annabella must have known she was on the brink, as she laid her body over Jessie's, overlapping her with as much surface area of one another as they could touch. It would only be another couple of moments, both could tell. Just before she came, Jessie's mind took a minute to wander and reflect. They had already advanced much further on the path to orgasm than she had gotten by herself before her confession. It would still take some time to get over this emotionally, but she was pretty sure she could safely say her libido was dusted off and fully back in gear. She smiled in self-satisfaction, reminding herself that her conscience was now clear. She'd opened her wound to treat it, and survived, and could now allow it to heal. Her record of honesty, while temporarily severed, had been pieced back together. Even had she been able to come twelve hours ago, it would have felt incomplete. Something would still have been missing. Now everything was whole, and everything in her life was good again. And Jessie's world would be at peace...right after the Earth-smashing orgasm Annabella was about to give her. With nothing she could really grab onto, she dug her fingers into the bed and pinched two good handfuls of sheet and mattress to ground her. At long last, almost half of her body sheltered by Annabella's, breast and nipple nestled between Annabella's tongue and palate, cunt tightly hugging her fingers like there was no tomorrow, it happened. Annabella heard the proof of her monstrous orgasm erupt from her lungs and throat, and even had she not heard it, she also felt the reward of Jessie's come collecting on her fingers, spilling and leaking from her happy pussy. The digital sensation of feeling Jessie come all over her hand made Annabella so insurmountably happy she literally covered Jessie's entire face with kisses. When the metaphorical smoke cleared, Annabella subtly withdrew her fingers and slipped them into her mouth, sucking the sweet nectar-like fruit of her labor. She'd virtually given herself an inner orgasm through bringing Jessie to hers. If she didn't know they were in unmistakable love before, she certainly did now. Such genuine, sublime love could never have been made otherwise. And the more she thought about it, the more she thought she must have had her own orgasm, because she was dizzy with serenity and realized just how wiped she also felt. She thought she ought to take one little precaution before letting herself drop for the night. She rose from the bed as easy as possible, trying not to disturb Jessie, who had slammed head-first into the wall of slumber upon hitting her orgasm, and took her time putting her dress on with her clean hand. When she finally got it back on, she picked up the comforter which had been pushed down to the floor and dragged it over Jessie's body. She slipped the door open, crept out into the hallway and located the bathroom. When she was done, she staggered back to the bedroom and quietly shut the door again. She didn't think anyone would really mind very much if she stayed over, and aside from the fact that she was dead tired and didn't like to ride her bike home at night, she wanted so much to crawl under the covers with her sweetheart and just snuggle with her forever. And she did. Quite grateful the next day was Sunday, Annabella Serafina Fiorello, so purely happy she could cry, quenched the candles, turned off the stereo and the lava lamp, pulled back the large, accommodating patterned quilt comforter, letting herself underneath with her darling, dragged the cover up to their chin level, once more draped her arm and leg over Jessie's, gave her one more loving quiet kiss on the cheek, and whispered to her— "Good night, Miss Jessie Townsend, and sweet dreams. I love you, just so, so much. See you in the morning." And resting her head comfortably on the pillow, she let her system fully shut down, fluttering her eyes closed, and fell asleep. *** October 1st, 8:34 a.m. Jessie blinked herself awake. A tiny sliver of sunlight poked through her window shade, though the sun was not all the way up yet. She swallowed and allowed the few moments for her eyes to adjust and focus. Her eyes widened when she saw Annabella beside her, snoozing away under the covers with her. She peeked under to see herself naked and Annabella with her dress on. That's funny, thought Jessie. I could have sworn she was naked with me. She didn't worry about it. In a reversal of normal mental progressions, her next thought was, She spent the night with me? She looked at the ceiling. Aw... she thought as a smile spread over her face. I like that. That's really sweet. We spent the night together. I guess I really actually have a girlfriend now. Still focusing on the ceiling, she went back over the details of the previous twenty-four hours: her failed masturbation attempts, her depression over the realization of the nature of said failures, her terrible dream in which she was force-fed a taste of her own medicine, her surprise visit from Annabella, the family meeting, the confession and the aftermath, the resolution, her consolation supper of pizza and ice cream, finally all culminating in her sweet, wonderful lovemaking with her angel. She distinctly remembered her divine, mighty orgasm nine hours ago. Now with a clear mind, she became so glad realizing that she had come clean with her loved ones about what had happened in August, and indeed now was no longer impotent, or dysfunctional, or whatever the word might be. It no longer mattered in the least; she was good as new. She felt whole again. She looked back to Annabella. Her face was so tranquil and beautiful. Her youthful innocence outdid itself. Adoringly gazing at her, Jessie let her eyelids slowly close, as one solitary truth occupied her mind. I am the luckiest girl in the world. She smiled contentedly from ear to ear, and went back to Dreamland, hoping so much to find Annabella there waiting for her.