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Charlie Ch. 01

By: slickey



These are all fictional events, places, and people. The story of Charlie is for your reading pleasure. 

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Her tongue grazed the outer crescent of my ear gently stirring me from a very restful sleep. As I slowly came out of my slumber my hand reached to intertwine with hers that was laying on my hip.

"Morning beautiful." I managed to mumble. 

Her fingers dug into my hip as an acknowledgement as her gently grazing of my ear turned into little nibbles that started to trail down my neck. Her other hand came up to brush the hair away from the back of my neck as her breasts pressed against me. I let out a content sigh as her lips trailed around the back of my neck and the hand on my hip started a massaging in a gentle squeezing and releasing fashion.

"Didn't get enough last night?" I asked

She scooted away from me and rolled me on my back in one swift, smooth motion that only Casey could manage. That is what had drawn me to her in the first place, she had this way of gliding when she moved compared to my clumsy attempt to seem normal. 

Her deep blue eyes (another of her features that drew me to her) looked deep into mine and she said "Of you Charlie? Never!" in that sarcastic way that meant she was being sincere.

I reached my hand up and stroked her cheek with the outside of my hand and she leaned for a kiss. I don't mean just any kiss, when Casey kissed me I saw fireworks. Every time.

I groaned as the alarm went off signaling that I had to be at work in an hour. We tried to ignore it but eventually we wearily removed our tangled limbs from one another and got out of the bed. We settled in to our typical morning routine, Casey began to make breakfast while I showered. I got out of the shower just as she put an omelet on my plate. The usual conversations of what the plans for the day were, that one annoying guy's antics at work, and if it was going to be a busy day ended just as we finished our breakfast (delicious by the way). 

We were so used to this routine that you would have thought we were an old married couple, which was far from the truth. We were both in our late twenties and had attended college together and had friends. While I always knew I was a lesbian, Casey always thought she was straight.

I was in one word, average. I was average height at five foot six inches. I had a consistent workout routine that kept me in good shape, but my body shape itself was never one that anybody gawked over. Smaller than average breasts, and hips that I thought were too wide. I had a short bob style hair, longer in the front than in the back to help add to the shape of my face. Overall, average. (Yes I am a girl, yes my name is Charlie...Charlene actually but I hate it) 

Casey on the other hand was a stunner. She had the body that just screamed out 'fuck me' with endless legs, a tight stomach, long flowing dark brown almost black hair, and a C-cup bra. All that was fine in my book but I think her most sensual feature is her eyes.

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This is not one of those 'we were college roommates freshman year and got really drunk one night and decided to experiment' stories. I grew up in a big city where people were less judgmental and more accepting of the gay community. I was doing the whole college application process and a few of the colleges had a program where you can stay a weekend with one of the current students and see what the college is like from the student's point of view.

So that's exactly what I did. After staying a few awkward weekends I was about to just tape the acceptance letters on a wall and throw a dart to see which one I should attend. That was until I visited Tucker University.

That weekend I stayed with a sophomore named Sarah. She was one of those girls who the longer you look at her, the cuter she gets. She was not hot in the typical sense of the word with possibly the curliest blond hair I had ever seen, a roundish face, and brown eyes, but I thought she was cute. She had a good four inches on my five foot six and had long legs. I was just unpacking my things while we were chatting when another girl came in to Sarah's room and whispered something in Sarah's ear then gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left.

Seeing my interest in what had just transpired, Sarah informed me that the girl was excited to go on the date they had planned together for that evening while I had to be at a dinner for possible incoming freshmen. I started to ask questions about the gay community at Tucker.

"So are there any campus based organizations for the gay community here? I asked.

Sarah replied "Absolutely! But about half of the people in it are straight people that support equality"

"So Tucker is accepting"

"Never felt so accepted in my entire life"

"Huh. Cool." That alone made my decision of which school to go to much easier.

It's not that the other schools shunned the gay community but they acted more like my parents. They didn't care if I was a lesbian, they just didn't want to hear about it. That makes my parents sound like terrible people, they aren't, they have always been supportive of anything I do, they just prefer not to get involved in the things I did behind closed doors. (Which was never much, even in a large city, I could never find the right girl. And to me if you're not the one, I'm not going to stick around for very long. I always wanted a long them thing, no one nighters like most of the other girls I thought might be interested)

That afternoon went by quickly; Sarah was easy to talk to and seemed to know most of the students we passed on a tour of the campus that she was giving me. Sarah gave me her cell number so I could text her when my dinner was over and we'd meet back in her dorm room.

The dinner was pretty uneventful. I had heard the same speech at all of the other colleges I had visited earlier that year. 

It finally ended about an hour and a half later and I texted Sarah "I'm done, headed to your place"

I got the reply "already here"

I thought that seemed like an awfully short first date. After I left Sarah still had to take a shower, do her hair and make-up, and actually travel to the restaurant. If i had guessed right, she would have only been on the date for about half an hour.

The door was closed when I got back to her room so I knocked and heard a soft "come in"

She was sitting on her bed and she had a look of disappointment on her face. I asked how the date went and I could the tears start to form in her eyes when she was explaining that the girl had about the intelligence level of the fern that was sitting by the window and that even though Sarah thought this girl was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, she left the date early because she didn't want the image that she had created in her head of the girl to be degraded and more than it already had been.

Although I didn't know Sarah very well I liked her and she seemed like she wanted somebody to hold on to her. I went over to sit beside her on the bed and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She instantly slumped against me as the tears fell silently. Eventually that position got uncomfortable for both of us (Sarah being taller was straining my arm) so we shifter slightly so that her head was in my lap. Tear still falling I began to slowly stroke her hair (every girl loves that right?) I could feel the rigidness leave her body slowly and eventually I broke the silence.

"I know what will make you feel better Sarah"

She turned her head so she was now looking at me, eyes still red "I don't think anything but time will help"

"Well" I said "while we wait for time to show up I know something that will get your mind off of it"

"What's that?"

"Chocolate ice cream and a movie?" I asked

I got a weak smile and a nod in agreement. So we got a pint of chocolate ice cream to split and a comedy flick that one of Sarah's friends had recommended awhile ago.

When we got back to her room, we put the comedy in the DVD player and sat together on her bed to share the ice cream. In hindsight we should have gotten more ice cream, it didn't last very long but at least it tasted good. Sarah's mood seemed to improve throughout the movie and by the end we were both laughing so hard that we ended up in one giggling mass on her bed. It just seemed so natural being close to her. 

She ended up propped up on her elbow above me and said "Thanks Charlie, I needed that"

I was going to reply with a 'you're welcome' but before I did, Sarah leaned in close and brushed her lips against mine in the most sensual manner I had ever experienced. Her lips were soft but persistent and I had no intention of stopping because she felt so good pressed against me. We shifted so that she was fully on top of me. I wrapped my legs around her hips and linked my feet together behind her back.

There was no hurry to anything we were doing. Once she was settled firmly on top of me she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled it gently between her teeth in a way that sent shivers down my spine straight to my pleasure center. I let out a low moan as she slowly let my lip slip from hers. I don't remember entangling my fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck but when she tried to come up for air I decided she was taking too long and brought her lips back down on mine.

All this kissing was making me wet and I knew what my end goal was. I slowly caressed my hands down her sides and felt a brief shiver run through her body. My hands continued their downward track and both ended up cupping her ass. When I am with someone my hands tend to have a mind of their own. They started gently kneading her flesh at the same time as gently pulling her tighter against my crotch. 

This time I earned a moan from her. I left one hand kneading her ass as the other ran under her shirt to the small of her back. Again shivers ran through her. I loved how responsive her body was to my touch. My hand continued upward and around the front of her shirt. Her back arched to give my hand enough room to slide between us and cup her breast. This position was turning me on so much I reached for the hem of her shirt and dragged it upwards. She sat up and the shirt was instantly over her head and thrown on the floor. 

I wasted no time getting her bra off as she laid back on top of me and threw it on the floor as soon as it was off. This bold move gave me enough courage to push Sarah over on her back so that she was now straddling me. She was instantly tugging my shirt and bra off and as we came together for the first skin to skin contact, we both groaned.

I leaned down and continued kissing Sarah as my right hand was gently stroking her ribcage just under her breast. More shivers.

I continued this teasing, drawing patterns lightly with my fingertips across her ribs and stomach until she broke our kiss and begged "Please!"

"Please What?" I asked back, shit eating grin on my face.

Her eyed hooded with desire was enough for me to stop the teasing. I let my palm gently brush against the tip of her nipple and just as a sigh escaped her lips, I cupped her entire breast in my hand and began alternating between gently kneading her flesh and pinching her nipple until her hips started undulating beneath me. I could tell she was ready for what I had planned. Hand still kneading her breast, I slowly began to kiss down her neck and around to her ear. I sucked her earlobe into my mouth eliciting a moan as her fingers clutched at the back of my neck. Slowly making my way down her body I kissed from the outside of her breast to just outside her nipple, teasing her farther in to arousal. I continued kissing all around her chest until she begged.

"Suck my tits!" she commanded

I obliged and began to suck and gently nip at her by now very sensitive nipples. I could tell she was very turned on and close to climax. Her breath was coming in short huffs and I don't think her hips could move any faster. Being the tease I am I broke all contact as I went up on my hands and knees. 

Sarah groaned (and not in a good way) and had a pleading look in her heavily hooded eyes.

"I have something better in mind" I replied with a wicked grin on my face.

No more words were exchanged as I kissed, a little faster this time from her sternum down to where her hips met her low rise jeans. I unbuttoned her pants and her hips rose off of the bed signaling me to take them off. So I did, excruciatingly slowly. As I peeled her skinny jeans off of her toned legs, every inch that was exposed I kissed. When her pants reached her ankles, I threw them on the floor. Again slowly I kissed up the inside of her leg while kneading her calf and behind her knee. When I reached the junction of her legs I skipped over the place she most wanted me to touch.

"Bitch" she groaned.

I smiled against her skin and made my way up her other leg, slowly kissing up the inside of her leg and concentrating on the spots that made her gasp. I was almost back to the juncture of her legs when she threaded her fingers in my hair and tried to pull me closer to her.

Self control gone, I practically ripped her panties off. She lay there completely naked with eyes begging me to touch her. I leaned up and kissed her hard and passionately on the lips as my hand traveled to her neatly trimmed pussy. 

As my finger tips caressed her slit, barely making contact with her lips I could tell she was soaking wet. Her hips started to rock and my finger slipped in between her lips and in to her hole. She let out a growl that arose from deep in her chest. 

I was still kissing her deeply as I inserted another finger and brushed her clit with my thumb at the same time. Another moan. Her inner muscles contracted around my fingers every time I stroked her g-spot. I let her set the pace as she would flex her hips I would pump my fingers in. In no time at all her pace quickened and I withdrew my fingers bringing her down from the edge for the last time.

I could tell she needed release so I concentrated on stimulating as much of her pussy as I could with only my finger tips. I slowly traced the outside of her lower lips and around her clit without actually touching it. I was the one who finally lost what little self control I had regained earlier. I started to concentrate on her clit. Slowly circling her clit and then brushing the sensitive nub. When I knew she could handle no more teasing I concentrated on just the protruding nub and increased the pace. It was less than a minute later that she came.

Her hips arched off the bed as all of her muscles contracted at the same time. I kept circling her clit as she painfully grabbed the hair at the back of my neck forcing a deeper kiss. She shuddered one last time and pushed my teasing hand away from her clit signally that she was too sensitive to continue.

I held her and cuddled and let her come down from her high. She was just lying there but she looked so peaceful when she was all blissed out. Eventually she opened her eyes and smiled.

"Wow" was all she could muster.

"Feel good?" I asked

She replied with, "That was the best orgasm I've ever had. Ever"

"You're welcome"

"Thanks for the pity fuck" she said

My eyes flashed with anger, "That's not what this was!"

"Oh" Sarah looked surprised

"I genuinely like you Sarah, I didn't even like that you were going on a date with that bimbo"

We talked it out for awhile and she said that she thought I was cute when I walked in but didn't want to cross any lines since I was just visiting. 

So I ended up attending Tucker University the next fall. Sarah and I talked a lot through the last year of high school for me and I couldn't wait to get out of that place and go somewhere that I felt I was wanted and somewhere where I felt I belonged. We ended up being occasional lovers but we both knew that we were better as friends. We were both looking for the same type of long term relationship but we each knew that we weren't meant to be. We were involved in a lot of campus activities together but each had our own circle of friends.

That's how I met Casey. Sarah was having a graduation party at the end of her senior year. Casey was my age and worked in the campus gym with Sarah. I already said that I was instantly drawn to Casey because of the way she moved but when I went up to introduce myself, I was lost for words when I looked in to her eyes. They were the deepest blue I have ever seen in my life. I was like staring into a combination of the sky just before dawn and the deep ocean. 

I have no idea how long we stared into each others eyes before Sarah came up with a knowing smile and touched both of us on the shoulder and introduced us. I was fumbling over my words the entire time but Casey was easy to talk to and guided the conversation. We must have talked for hours. I learned that our parent's houses were less than an hour apart and we shared a few mutual friends from high school. I was instantly interested in her even after her boyfriend of almost two years came up and introduced himself as Collin. (being only the end of our sophomore year, I did the calculations and figured they would have started dating three weeks into our freshman year)

Collin excused himself as someone called his name. I'm not sure he knew I was a lesbian but I made sure to mention it in passing to Casey to test her reaction. I didn't even notice a reaction which I took to be a good sign. I made sure to do this because while I was not butch, I was sporty. Shortish brown hair and brown eyes. Pretty average looking to be honest. I never stuck out in a crowd and a lot of the people I knew told me that if they just saw me in passing they would assume I was straight. (one of my pet peeves)

I was starting to get late and we still had finals coming up so I asked Casey if she would like to exchange numbers to get coffee or something during the summer since we didn't live very far away. 

"I would really like that" she replied

We only talked occasionally the next couple of weeks due to sheer business. With finals and moving back home, most of our time was already consumed. We were only able to text occasionally until we were both moved back home.

Charlie Ch. 01-02



1

There was a persistent knocking, tearing me from my doze. As I awoke the knocking continued. I called out, asking who was there.

"My name is Justine Zamora. I'm looking for Charlie Baines. Do I have the right room?" asked the voice on the other side of the door, timidly. 

"Justine! Oh my God! Let me get dressed! Hold on!" I hollered and slipped quickly into my kimono. Leif frantically stepped into his pants and pulled on his tee-shirt inside out. He remained barefoot. I cracked the door open.

"I'm with someone. You should meet him." I said and opened the door and Leif was sitting at my desk, his head hanging slightly. The riding crop peeked out from under the bed. The sheets were strewn about. A nearly indiscernible "Oh" slipped out of Justine's lips. She said she was hoping we could talk. 

"Sure! What about?" I asked, taking a seat on the bed. I gestured towards my boy. They shook hands. I could see Justine noting the rope burns Leif still had on the outsides of his wrists. Justine stared him down. I wondered if Leif had suspicions about what happened between me and Justine in DC. 

"I'd rather we spoke in private. No offense Leif. Girl stuff," Justine half heartedly reassured Leif.

"Uh-huh. Girl stuff. I'll be in my room, Charlie," said Leif. He must have known what this was about but he left the two of us alone together anyway. I suppose he trusted his Domme because he had to, because he was taught to. And because he loved her. He put on his sandals and left.

"So what's up? What are you doing here? I mean, you're welcome here." I was trying to be perky.

"I broke things off with Jonathan," Justine said, chin quivering. "It just wasn't working out. He just couldn't do it right, Charlie. He wasn't you!" Her words shook me. Was Justine here to throw herself at my feet? 

I think it best to start off at around the time of my first love ending, my first academic success fueling me, and my first real friendship forming. It all happened at once. I know that's not exactly what you signed on for, but that's where this perverse tale begins. My name is Charlotte Baines and I have a story. 

2

In high school I was unassuming, unremarkable, and unimpressive in many ways. Unless you knew me. I had few accomplishments to speak of. My social status was little more than invisible. And when I graduated from that school, I graduated from the bottom quarter of my class. Hardly something to be proud of. My hair was long and wavy and had a matted appearance and it swayed as I stalked about the school halls, rarely looking up, never making eye contact with other students, never smiling. Only a contorted grimace would form on my face on the rare occasion I did exchange glances with someone. I wore my boyfriend's corduroys, size x-large tee-shirts, and combat boots. The visibility of my social status was entirely associated with this boyfriend. Jay. He was really popular. At the time, I didn't know what he saw in me. He called me his little secret. Now I know, he couldn't even wrap his little pea brain around the half of my personality.

After high school I first worked as a stocker boy at the local grocery store, then I worked as a check out girl at the local grocery store, then I worked as the pharmacy check out girl at the local grocery store. I was moving up, I thought. In school I had been labeled a 'slow reader' from early on but that wasn't the reason for my low grades. My teenage rebellion was never fully holstered, I could never be controlled by my parents, they never got their fists firmly around my fiery disposition. Sure, I seemed unassuming to the casual onlooker but at home I was always neglecting my studies to run off with friends who weren't really my friends because they thought I was too weird, or run off with boys who didn't really care about what I had to say. I refused to do my homework when my folks were strictest, as that was all I had control over. My counselor told me I would never go to college. My father repeatedly told me I was stupid. Thus my teachers believed me to be a rather slow in the head socialite. I was neither slow in the head nor a true socialite.

By the time I was twenty five I was working a stable job at the pharmacy and could have been happy with my career, my relationship with Jay, our trailer home, our dreams for a family. But I had these feelings, nagging feelings of intellectual inadequacy, especially after what people had said to me. The thing that nagged me the most was that "slow reader" label. I went to the community college and enrolled in Literature 101. Reading. It was a pretty solid class, really. Most of the people who were there were there because they couldn't afford four years of a regular college and they had a chip on their shoulders about it. They all had something to prove: they were bigger, better, smarter than that community college. Oh boy! And by how far! My advantage: I was still unassuming, which made for some pleasant debates.

Seeing as how I actually did read slowly (I read word for word), I had a fierce lead over those petty academic snobs. I knew the texts inside and out. I knew the page numbers on which certain conversations appeared. I knew the streets on which certain events took place (very useful in Russian lit). I knew the colors of the walls in various rooms in various homes and posited their significance. When it came time for class discussion I felt like a mother fucking lioness who had been caged and starved and I attacked fiercely, but politely. When everyone left the classroom, no one knew it was I that had hit them. For an hour and a half twice a week, those nerds treated me like an equal and I reveled in the feeling it gave me. That class made me feel smart, and feeling smart made me feel power hungry. And I liked it.

Jay and I had been known as what you call high school sweethearts. In high school, we sure did have a rather passionate thing going. Love poems. Letters. Professions of love. Stolen time snuck away during school lunch. Stolen time when my folks were away. Stolen time when he snuck into my bedroom window at night.

Jay used to climb under the covers with me. We would kiss for what seemed like hours. Passionately and desperately. He pulled on my lower lip, swelling it. I licked the crevice between his two lips. We fully explored each other's mouths, probing, licking every part, our inner cheeks, tickling the roofs of our mouths, occasionally stopping to catch our breaths. Gosh, it was such an innocent time. Because all of our time was stolen we were always frantic in each other's presence. But somehow, there was time, there was always time for prolonged kissing. Jay was funny. He would rub my shoulder, massaging it in larger and larger circles, (like I didn't know what he was doing). He was never bold enough to touch my breast outright, not knowing his lack of courage was perfectly building tension in his young lover's body. I waited, occasionally halting kissing when I thought the moment would finally come, when he would run his fingers across my breast. His innocent muddlement was unknowingly brilliant. The suspense would paralyze me and finally the brush would come and I would let a little breath out onto Jay's lips to let him know this was nice for me too. The proverbial ice was broken. Jay could have his way with my breasts. We would roll back and forth over each other on my queen sized bed. Jay would grope at my breasts like the inexperienced high school boy he was, squeezing, grabbing, desperately searching for a nipple to pull, maybe even kiss. If we fell from the bed it would make an undeniable thumping noise and Jay would have to grab his clothes and run from the room out the window, at times naked, because my stupid dad would no doubt open the door shortly thereafter, asking what all the noise was about. All my dad ever found was me on the floor explaining the thump. Another bad dream, I'd say. 

On the occasion that Jay didn't have to leave due to a thump, he would tug on my pajama pants. Occasionally I would allow his fingers to roam down the waistband, past my panties, to the depths of me. A part of me knew this was supposed to feel good, and I did feel good, I felt an excitement, but I still somehow... some part of me didn't really understand what all the fuss was about. What was so great about sex? But Jay was kind to me. He never pressed me to do things I didn't want to do. He was always giving. Those were sweet times between us.

Because of this early passion Jay and I thought we'd solidified true love for good. Whatever we thought true love was. We thought we'd made it and had it, you know? We thought we'd better stick together, though much of these passionate acts had disappeared and our relationship had slowly devolved into a series of robotic routines once we moved in together. We still believed we were a special couple. But that was pure silliness.

One day I saw a flyer outside my classroom. It was for a play called "The Swan." I thought to myself, "A play... a play." I thought this could help me with some of my, well, let's call them social ills. My heart was aflutter as I inspected that flyer. It had a sexy woman's silhouette on it and I imagined myself, well. You know how I'd imagined myself. I thought I could meet new people and get out on stage. Become... well. I thought to myself the literature class was quite the successful experiment and this shall be as well. 

I got a copy of the script and read that it was a version of a novel rewritten by a professor right there at the college. He was going to be directing the show and selecting the cast single handedly. I must tell you now that I've always been oblivious to men's attentions towards me. At that point in my life it was because I'd always kept my head down. You know, and that grimace. But there were times when men's attentions were so overwhelming they even made it past my own ignorance. The director's awareness of me was evident. His eyelashes delayed blinking in mimicry of my own. He leaned into me, far enough so that I could smell what he'd had for lunch. A clumsy move for an older man on a younger girl. I wasn't sure why he'd displayed such an interest in me but he coached me. He coached me on the role I wanted to play. I'd picked out the Swan, the curvaceous silhouette. I don't have to tell you how this story turned out.

I rehearsed my lines at home (alone) and when it came time for auditions I was paired with someone from Lit class. I was nervous, but I was relieved to be paired with someone I knew. He was a super nice guy. The role I had selected was that of an older woman, that of a sex crazed thirty-three year old. I thought to myself, "It must take some brains to play an older woman. Compose yourself, girl." Me and the guy completed the scene with awesome chemistry and humor, but I got my part and he didn't get his. Too bad. 

My real competition for this role was Amanda. Amanda fuckin' Jenkins. She played the role as any proper character actress might. She didn't really use her body, or her sex appeal, but used acting tricks, sitting at the end of the stage and crossing her legs in the most sexless way possible, laughing whole heartedly in the least believable way possible, and instead of coming across as a sultry thirty three year old, she came across as a vivacious eighty eight year old. She went through all of the motions that someone with sex appeal might go through, but she had none of her own. And that role needed sex appeal. But some in the theater crowd considered this good acting and did not want me to get the part that I inevitably did. 

It was a low budget play and actors were responsible for their own costumes. I didn't really think about costumes until the last minute and I hurriedly picked out two options from my cousin's closet, a frilly dress or a tight, low cut tee-shirt with tight pencil skirt. Both were to be worn with very high heels with rounded toes and ankle straps (we wore the same size shoe). Literally in the last minute, right before I was called onto stage, I chose the more daring, the latter. When the time came, when my line was up, I don't know what came over me. I just knew, I knew how to walk in those heels and I sauntered onto that stage and I said my lines and the crowd laughed. I sat on the couch with the lead actor and inched over to him until he fell off it. I leaned over to look at him, letting both my feet lift off the floor, kneeling in a very provocative position on the couch. It was like I'd shed my corduroys and was a slinky sex goddess to be looked at by hundreds of people. The crowds loved me! The theater kids did as well. I won best supporting actress that year, voted for by the actors. 

I'd gotten dressed up for the awards ceremony, after which a flaming gay boy walked right up to me and said, "You shouldn't have had to use your body like that. You should have used your brains." He stood up onto his tippee-toes, swiveled around, and began to walk away. Clearly he was deeply impressed with his own comment and incapable of imagining any retort. As I saw him walk away, hips sliding from side to side, I thought he was almost right. I rather did like using my brain in literature class. But on the other hand, I rather did like using my body on that stage, and, like I said, it took some brains to play an older woman. Something he clearly just hadn't grasped. 

"No!" I said. Joseph began to turn around. That was his name: Joseph. "I want both," I said. My comeback came rather late in the game and Joseph was pretty far away at this point. I had to say this somewhat loudly. He just looked at me and walked away.

"You tell that mama's boy goody two shoes!" said a voice that seemed to come out of nowhere. A girl's voice. She clapped and clasped her hands together. "Don't let him get you down. That role required sex appeal. You deserve that award." It was Justine. Justine hadn't tried out for "The Swan" but had appeared in numerous other plays at the school. She was well known. She might've been overweight, but was gorgeous. She had full rounded breasts, which she always displayed outwardly, an always corseted waist, thick, curvy thighs. She lived completely in her femininity. She had pale white skin, slanted eyes that were always lined with what seemed like charcoal, gloved hands, and pin curled fire red hair. Yeah, I looked her up and down, but she was checking me out too. She seemed approving of my response to Thomas. That wasn't all she was impressed with. I had shed my corduroys. I was wearing a loose fitting 1970's style colorful mini-dress with white go-go boots that had a low heel. My eyes were lined with liquid liner and I had pale gloss on my lips. My hair was pulled into a purposefully messy up do. I was more confident about my looks now that I was officially an actress. I was dressing up a little bit by this point.

I didn't know what to say to this strange Justine, lurking in the shadows so I just said, "Thanks," and walked away. She gave me the creeps. I went home to Jay. He hadn't been at the awards ceremony. We did that thing we called making love, where Jay laid on top of me and had his way with me and I felt happy... no, not happy, pleased to have made him feel good. Jay would pull my pajama pants and panties down. He kissed my legs, my toes, parts of my face. When I look back at those late times with Jay I think he must've felt affection towards me, his little secret, even though he never bothered to take my shirt off anymore. He kissed me between my legs, licking carefully between each fold, each crevice. I know now he did it not because he loved me, but because he wanted to lubricate me. I felt him press himself into me, pound himself into me, I felt warmth spread through my body. I felt an inkling of a memory of that excitement I felt when he'd brushed up against my breast in high school, back when we were younger. But that memory was fleeting and I never could hold onto it. During those times when he was fucking me I wanted to be good to Jay but I didn't really know what I was supposed to do exactly. 

But I had a new life budding before me. I continued taking classes. Classes in Biology, classes in Art, classes in English. I was educating myself. It almost seemed as though I had plans to move up and out of Middleburg, Virginia. Pretty soon I was working forty hours a week and taking three classes. I had very little time for Jay. Soon I would have less. I noticed another flyer posted at my college. It was for Les Miserables. Another silhouette. 

Around this time I had visited the eye doctor. The eye doctor asked me some weird questions, like, "Do the words move around on the page for you?" To which I replied, "Of course not." But when the Doctor performed one of his tests on the machine that you have to look through, the doctor was able to hold the images, the letters, at the precise moment at which they 'moved around on the page.' 

"Oh, you mean that," I said, "They do that all the time."

"All you need my dear, all you ever needed, was some reading glasses. No one ever thinks to check for that in the younger patients." And the doctor wrote me a prescription for reading glasses. From that point on I was unstoppable in my classes. I could read fast! I read ahead, I read the 'suggested reading' in addition to the required reading. I enrolled in courses for next semester. I looked at the Les Miserables poster again. Justine approached me as I was gazing at it and fantasizing about what roles I could play and what a grand production it could be.

"The part of Mademoiselle Thenardier is mine," she said condescendingly. "So don't even bother. Besides, you haven't got the body." And with that Justine shook one thigh at me. 

"Actually, I was thinking about the part of Eponine," I said, trying to guide the conversation.

"Still shooting for supporting actress I see," Justine said as she turned and walked away, her fingers curling under my chin. What a weirdo, I thought. Weird as she may have been, Justine was most impressive looking, even at that point. She had fire red eyelashes that curled at the tips, most severely in the corners of her eyes, where they were longest. She lined her eyes, thinly at the outer edges and thickly in the middle and then thinly again on the insides of her eyes. I noted this technique. She penciled in her eyebrows which created maximum emotional effect. She lined and painted her lips. I couldn't figure out if she was really sultry or really geeky or both.

That year I got the part of Eponine and Justine got the part of Mademoiselle Thenardier. Jay and I started fighting about how much time I was spending away from home, at class, the library, rehearsals, work. Jay just didn't get it. This was what moving up in life was really about, not some promotion at some grocery store. He wanted to marry me, I think, and have kids. But my eyes were already pointed at the stars. 

The school funded significantly more money for Les Miserables than they did for The Swan. The actors had costumes, the set was fantastic, the lighting looked professional thanks to the crew. All was very exciting backstage. On opening night I was pacing the hallway between the men's and women's dressing rooms, running through my lines about an hour before the show. Everyone bustled about and no one seemed to honor the "Men's" and "Women's" labels above the dressing room doorways, as men and women moved freely between the two. It was possible this freedom was due to the lack of doors on the dressing rooms, I posited. It was possible this was just a particularly free theater crowd, I thought. It was possible all theater crowds are this way.

I caught a glimpse of Justine while I was pacing. She was in makeup and costume already. So was I. She was made up to look evil, her eyebrows were pointed, her lips severely lined, but she looked beautiful as always. Justine noticed me as well, pacing in the hallway. She walked up to me, grabbed me by the waist with her right hand, grabbed my head with her left hand and kissed me decisively. What happened next I couldn't have explained. I cannot explain to this very day. I kissed Justine back. By this point everyone had crowded around the doors of the dressing rooms and anyone who could get a view was watching us intently. I just felt something inside, something intangible, indiscernible, undeniable. It was as if I were a puppet at the mercy of a very skilled and very lecherous master. I kissed Justine gently on her closed lips, and on her upper lip and boldly pulled away to look her in the eyes. I kissed her gently again, tilting my head back, embracing her delicately. Justine kissed me back and it got really intense. We kissed open mouthed, tongues meeting rhythmically, jaws opening and closing, hands running along each other's backs and straying lower, straying further to the front. I wanted to feel the curvature of Justine's corset and the luscious bulge of her thigh that came out from under it. It seemed like Justine wanted to feel me too. She ran her hands along my unrestricted breasts underneath my ragged costume. Our makeup smeared. Our mouths pawed at each other's, our teeth ran along each other's tongues and lips, we suckled on each other's mouths. I licked Justine's lips the way I had once licked Jay's and I felt that excitement again, I felt it in the depths of myself. For a moment, the strangest thing popped into my mind. I thought of that power I felt in Literature class. Something about it was the same as this kiss. I felt hungry. Justine licked me back. The kiss was sealed. There was applause. Jay didn't attend the show a single night. I never told him about the kiss. 




Charlie Ch. 01-02



Justine and I were both nominated for the same award that year but neither of us won.

Around this time I started looking around for colleges to transfer into, seeing as how community college was only a two year thing and I was starting to take to academics like a duck to water. On a whim I applied to this really good liberal arts school. It was pretty highly ranked, but it was so perfect and I really wanted to go. When Jay saw me putting together my application he looked the school up and saw the ranking. He was pretty condescending in his reassurance about my application, but I was sure I would get in. I had to. And I did. I got a big fat envelope from that school and inside it were all sorts of forms, medical forms, housing forms, course selections, and among them was a letter that said, "Congratulations!" on it. As I held it proudly in my hand I saw Jay standing over me. The look on his face was so cold. He acted like his special little secret was out. I called my parents (I was so excited), and they asked me where I thought the money for this school was going to come from. When I told my boss he told me he was going to have to replace me as soon as possible and that he was sorry. I had no choice at that point. I was going to college.



Charlie Ch. 01-04



Chapter 1

Charlie stood on the balcony, watching the rain fall from the darkened sky. It made a soft cascading noise that felt vaguely comforting. She inhaled another puff from her cigarette and exhaled it just as easily. Charlie took a moment to think back on some of her past experiences. Sure, there were men that had stirred some feelings within her. There were others that satisfied a few primal needs and urges. However, none in particular stood out in her mind; there just hadn't been the "one." All of the men who had come in and out of her life were simply flashes of faces and bodies. Insert Part A into Slot B. 

Being like other females, she always had the fairy tale dream of finding that perfect man, her soulmate. He would be the one who could make her blood boil and challenge her in every possible way. Yet, life had found a way to take care of that fairy tale. Wave the magic wand. Poof! The fairy tale was gone. Mr. Right was not riding a white horse, galloping to her rescue, and he didn't have long, wavy hair like the models on the covers of the romance novels. It was quite the contrary. Mr. Whoever usually drove a modest sedan and was more interested in exercising his right to ejaculate than sweeping off of her feet. No Cinderella. No Rapunzel. No Sleeping Beauty. Instead of the house with a white picket fence, 2.3 kids, and a mutt for a dog, Charlie found herself in an apartment with a computer. She was alone, but it was better than being lonely. 

Maybe some day, she would become an archaeological specimen? They will find her corpse preserved in a tar pit. A small sign would read: "How interesting! We have a woman of 29 who has no children and is financially responsible. She didn't take drugs or medications for psychosis, and she had never been married. This was a rare find! Our scientists estimated she was a dying breed indeed. Only a few others like her existed in the world. Unfortunately, the mated pairs could not stand her presence and drown her in the tar." 

She turned her head to look back through the window at the dual monitors that sat on an oversized kitchen table in her writing room. The one screen containing her emails held a flashing box. She already knew it was her editor ready to complain about a missing deadline and an absent manuscript. Debbie, her publisher, definitely wanted to have the new manuscript by the end of the month, and she had no problems hounding Charlie for it. It would start with the emails and escalate to phone calls. There were even a couple home visits in the past. The only problem was Charlie wasn't much in the mood for writing. She definitely wasn't much in the mood for any erotic writing where she would have to describe all of the sliding in and out, licking, or moaning. The well of creativity has dried up when her last lover faded from view. No, there weren't any hard feelings or the "why didn't you call" emails. Instead, he was just gone. So much for joining the mated pairs in the world.

Charlie shook her head to clear the trip down memory lane from her thoughts. She pounded the cigarette butt into the ashtray. As she stood up, she noticed Nathan entering his apartment and waved. With a short wave back, he headed indoors too. She moved back into the apartment and sat in front of her computer. Pulling her feet up onto the chair, she played with the hem on her oversized robe. The blaring glare of the screen hurt her eyes. She placed her hands back on the keyboard and began typing. Fate knew what sexual dribble would appear on the screen now. 

She had originally tried a few dates here and there. Some of the men should have been wearing helmets and riding a short bus. Others were prime candidates of FBI profiler interviews of serial killers. Others were just there, breathing air with their mouths open. A small minority were good guys who just wanted to be friends. That was fine with her; however, she had enough with the "friends" bit. Friend usually meant fuck buddy, someone to visit late at night and you didn't have to worry about introducing to any friends. As a way to soothe the dating pain, her friends were always bugging her about coming out to the clubs and bars. More often times than not, she played designated driver and babysitter. Those few times she got lit on liquid courage usually ended up in a one-night stand. Even then, none of that sex was really any better than a cigarette, a good round with her vibrator, and a few hours of painting time. Sometimes, it was just easier to keep the batteries stocked up.

Charlie turned off the computer monitors and made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. Dropping her robe, she climbed naked into bed. Okay, as naked as she felt like getting with a pair of panties and tank top still on. There was always something weird about sleeping totally nude that made her feel uncomfortable. As she lay in the bed for another hour, she wondered why sleep often eluded her. She wondered if she would actually finish the story Debbie was demanding. She wondered why she was still standing of the corner of jaded and bitter, waiting for the cynical bus to arrive. She wondered if she would ever become one of the mated pairs in the world. There were just too many things to wonder. Only after she tied her long hair into a pony tail did sleep finally catch her.

Chapter 2

Charlie rolled over in her bed and glared at the clock. It was only 7 a.m. Three hours of sleep! She growled as she sat up and swung her legs onto the floor. Sliding her arms into her robe, she padded down the hall to use the restroom and brush her teeth. While brushing her teeth, her thoughts turned to the new erotic story she had begun the night before. Was it still salvageable? Maybe I could stick in a couple more sex scenes to make it acceptable for Debbie's tastes. She continued to brush her teeth as she moved down the stairs to her office area. She turned the monitors back on and pulled up the copy of the story. She also clicked her email open. 

Charlie found three emails waiting for her. One was from Debbie, of course. It was asking when the new story would be ready for submission and editing. Charlie could almost hear the panic in the woman's words. Another one was from her aunt, reminding her of a family gathering that was coming up in a week. Time to celebrate someone else's birthday. It would be the perfect chance to explain again to everyone in the family why she wasn't married and why she didn't want to have children. Other family members would take the chance to comment on her weight and let her know what Dr. Whatever-His-Name said about weight and the likelihood of finding a mate. Nothing like a bit of "forced" family fun. The third email was Nathan, reminding her about their plans for lunch. He wanted to go over the last revision for his master's thesis. 

First things first! Coffee was a necessity. She stood in the kitchen, making coffee with the tooth brush still sticking out of her mouth. As the smell of fresh liquid caffeine began to fill her apartment, she went back to the computer and flipped through her music catalog. Something to get me into a writing mood? She switched the disc "Mummer's Dance" by Loreena McKennitt. The music drifted throughout the apartment, providing a sort of soothing lull to her thoughts and giving her a chance to hum. After a quick jog back up the stairs and disposing her toothbrush in its correct place, Charlie returned to the computer downstairs to let her fingers begin their daily writing habit. 

The hours seemed too sluggish. By the time she looked up at the clock, she had hoped it would be later in the afternoon. Instead, it was only 10:30. She stretched within her chair and went upstairs to get dressed for lunch with Nathan. A simple t-shirt showing off Mr. Bubble and pair of jeans would do. Considering it was Halloween, she felt like getting into the spirit and donned her matching pair of "bat" panties and bra. Chuckling to herself, she wondered if Batman wore "bat" briefs. Batgirl wear a "bat" thong? Who the "bat" cared? She slipped into the bathroom and straightened her pony tail by running a brush through it. One other quick check in the mirror to make sure everything looked normal. Okay, as normal as it could get. Done.

Charlie jogged down the stairs of her apartment. When her feet hit the first floor, she grabbed her jacket off of the banister and made the turn towards the kitchen. She snagged her coffee cup off her writing desk along the way. As she entered the small area, she let out a loud cough. Nathan's head jerked up from where he was standing at the kitchen sink. 

"Just what do you think you are doing?" Charlie asked as she nudged him out of the way of the sink using her hip. She had to smile as he stood there like a deer in the headlights. The food and its expiration dates in his frig were questionable; therefore, her kitchen was the next best alternative to a case of food poisoning. A chicken leg was hanging out of his mouth and a glass of milk was in his hand. Charlie set her coffee cup in the sink and reached for the wash rag to wipe up chicken crumbs.

"Watch them bony hips, girl!" 

Shaking her head, Charlie moved away and grabbed her favorite slip-on shoes that were left by the back door. Nathan quickly demolished the chicken leg and downed the milk before Charlie could say anything else about him being a food thief. 

"Just who you calling bony?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. Charlie had always been a bit touchy about her weight. Growing up with the nickname of "wide load" was always a convenient reminder that she was never one of the female stick figures used for modeling or beer advertisements. Granted, Charlie wasn't exactly short at 5 foot 10 inches tall, but she was riding on the skinny train either. There was meat on her bones, and she could hold her own with an extra layer of insulation during the winter. Nathan calling her "bony" was his way of trying to ease the trauma of a dysfunctional childhood. He was a good friend that way. Nathan shrugged and washed the glass that once contained his milk. 

"I still need to grab my laptop. Be right back!" Nathan yelled as he ran out of the back door. After stuffing her laptop into her backpack, she made it through the back door. While she waited for Nathan in the courtyard in front of their apartment buildings, she leaned her head back to adsorb a few extra rays of the sun. It felt good to roll her head and stretch her neck muscles. Too many hours at the computer was putting her body back into a strange pretzel shape. The sound of a door closing served as warning to open her eyes. Nathan by her side, they made their way down the street to the local coffee house.

Charlie had known Nathan for six years. In fact, they met during their freshman year in college. She could still remember sitting next to him in the hallway of the English building. Both of them had applied for entrance to the American literature program. They were waiting for their interviews with the board of professors to begin. What really struck her about Nathan at that moment was his nervous tick. His leg was bouncing like he was working a weaving loom. Who was she to judge? She had a thing about biting her lip and the time not showing the microwave. Everyone had their own OCD. 

They struck up a conversation about the merits behind various poetic forms and the awful pains of reading Shakespeare. She knew they would become fast friends when Nathan clearly stated his complete disdain for Shakespeare in all forms. What better reason to form a friendship than a hatred of a dead English playwright? Both of them were admitted to the American literature program. 

From then on, they shared the same academic advisor and had virtually the same class schedule. As time progressed, their friendship became more personal rather than academic. They spent afternoons and evenings discussing the ins and outs of life. He knew about her dysfunctional family and penchant for negative relationships. He had even served as a buffer during some family functions when aunts and grandmothers tried to attack her with questions. Besides, how could he turn down free food and the ability to run defense? She knew about his "whoring" tendencies and love for cheesy romantic ballads. Often times, she heard music streaming from his apartment, only to end up texting him to turn off the sappy crap. If she had to listen to "Holding Out for a Hero" by Frou Frou one more time, she was going to superglue her ears shut. It never failed; he would only turn it up louder and start singing. Oh did the dogs start barking then! 

Charlie had her way of running defense for Nathan too. There were plenty of times when she received an early morning text after a drunken escapade, alerting her that it was time. Time for her to save him from some clingy she-devil that talked about how they could date or even one day get married. Charlie would barge into his dorm room to play the "other" girl. This scare tactic was typically enough to get whatever girl was laying on Nathan's bed off and scrambling for the door. Problem solved! One night stand over and mission complete. Agent Charlie was on the case. 

When it was time to leave dorm rat race, they both decided to find solace in housing off campus. An apartment was the ticket! Yeah, there was a conversation about possibly being roommates, but Charlie knew there was no way she could handle his lack of organization and long line of new "friends" that would visit for single evenings. Besides, Charlie liked her own space since insomnia had plagued her for many years. It was easier to wander around a house at 4 a.m. by herself rather than worry about disturbing someone else. While her insomnia was the bane of her life, it gave her time to write and paint in peace. Instead of being roommates, they settled on the idea of being neighbors. 

It was sheer luck that they had found the apartments they did. It was a small apartment complex with only four units. The four units, forming a rectangle, shared a common courtyard. The first apartment was occupied by an older couple named Burt and Edna. Both of them, being hearing impaired, never complained about Nathan's awesomely loud music or the late night's Charlie and Nathan spent talking in the courtyard. Then again, Charlie and Nathan couldn't really complain when Burt and Edna shouted at one another to have regular conversation. There were plenty of nights that Charlie and Nathan sat laughing as they listened to the couple scream about their interest about meatloaf for dinner or when the grandkids were coming to visit. The best conversation overhead came when Edna couldn't find her dentures. That one provided laughs for days and days. 

The second apartment next door to the elderly couple was rented by a flight attendant named Deloris. Deloris came home three or four days a month. Nathan and Charlie took turns collecting mail and watering plants for her. Okay, Charlie watered the plants since Nathan had often murdered the poor leafy creatures. At least with Charlie, they periodically saw the light of day in the courtyard. Sometimes, that was their version of dead plant walking. It was like one last beam of light and a final goodbye before Nathan took over with the watering. At least Deloris didn't own any pets. Charlie had made a solemn vow to herself that she was going to make sure Nathan never actually owned a pet!

The other two apartments across the courtyard were taken by Charlie and Nathan. They never bothered locking the doors. They were constantly walking into and out of one another's spaces. Actually, it was more Nathan walking into hers. Charlie couldn't stand the mess that always seemed to crop up within Nathan's place. She even went so far as to make him watch an episode of Hoarders; yet, there were still books stacked everywhere. Piles of papers littered every horizontal surface. Then, there was the bizarre collection of garden gnomes in the corner of his living room. Who knew!

"Charlie?"

Charlie's head snapped back to attention. They had already reached the local coffee shop. She didn't remember sitting down, and she was nothing but grateful for the cup of coffee already in front of her. Thanks to the insomnia taking its toll, she was experiencing small batches of lost time. 

"What did you say?" Charlie asked as she tried to stifle back a yawn.

"How long without real sleep now?" Nathan asked between sips of his steaming latte. 

"I got three hours last night. So quit riding me!" she snapped back.

Nathan held up his hands in a surrender posture. He knew better than to continue the conversation about a lack of sleep with someone averaging only three hours of sleeps every three or four days. He had given up needling her about doctors and different alternative therapies a number of years ago. Valerian root, a no-go. Warm milk made her vomit. Melatonin, oh please! Counting sheep, the girl actually got to 143,229 in a single evening. 

If anything, he found being supportive came in the form of a carton of Chinese take-out, comfy blanket, and an old 80s movie at 2 a.m. If he could get Charlie off of the damn computer, her chances of actually sleeping improved dramatically. If he could get her to sit still for more than 15 minutes, the odds continued to increase. If she her belly was full and her body warm, then it was "Lights out, Lorraine!" He had no problem letting her curl up on the couch, using some part of him as a pillow. It was even comical at times when she started humming in her sleep or even better when she started talking while asleep. Nathan had no clue was "Buddha food" was or what happened "suddenly, instantly," but somewhere in Charlie's sleep deprived and passed out mind, it all made sense, and that was fine with him. Unfortunately, Charlie caught onto his dastardly "Chinese comfy movie" plan and only let it happen when the insomnia pushed the edges of four days without regular sleep. 

"Should we get started with my thesis revision?" Nathan asked as he nudged Charlie's coffee cup closer to her. Charlie recognized the truce and reached to gather her laptop from her backpack. 

"I have a few notes about your author choice as support in your thesis. I liked that you finally focused on relationships of plantation owners and their slaves," replied Charlie as she watched her computer boot up. 

"My author choice?" asked Nathan as he crammed some type of croissant into his mouth. Instinctively, he held out the last couple bites of whatever he was eating. Charlie reached across the table, knowing that she would probably not eat anything else until much later in the evening. 

"You don't have to rely on the classical authors to prove your point. What about using more contemporary authors?" Charlie put a bit of sandwich into her mouth as she reached to type her password. "Other people have already relied on those authors to try and prove similar points."

"Just who do you think I should use?" Nathan looked over the top of his computer with a bit of a stern look. Charlie knew he didn't like be challenged when it came to his master's thesis, but she had taken on the role of sounding board. Sound off!

"Instead of focusing on the narrative of Douglass and novels of Mark Twain, what about using the works of Walker and Angelou? The Color Purple and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings? The whole dead male thing is a bit tedious."

Nathan sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. It was a look that Charlie was familiar with. It seemed to be the same posture he took throughout most of their college courses. It was like he was distrusted the spoken word and was trying to find some way to argue with it. Charlie continued as she pulled up her newest story file. 

"Injecting a bit of estrogen within your thesis makes it more diversified. Their perspectives would feel just as honest. It would also help further prove your point about the evolution of male/female relationships that included racial violence." 




Charlie Ch. 01-04



Nathan simply nodded his head and leaned over his keyboard to begin typing. He was working through the possibilities that her suggestions had brought forward without actually having to say a "maybe you are right" comment. Charlie chuckled and looked back to her story. It was still a bit difficult to jump back into the inner workings of a romantic novel. There was always the give and take by providing enough plot to build the characters and interjecting enough sexual content to keep the reader interested. Even then, how many synonyms can you use for penis without it sounding too cliché? How many ways can you describe an orgasm before it just becomes tiresome and lame? Lame duck? No, more like lame dick. While there were times it would simply be easier to type the down and dirty actions, but it had to sound pretty too. Back to cliché shopping on aisle ten. 

Charlie and Nathan continued to work for the next hour. Periodically, he would look over the top of her computer at her. She would stick out her tongue and continue typing. When it was time for a cigarette break, she drifted outside. Nathan made a coughing, choking sound in her wake. That was simply remedied by a show of her middle finger. While standing outside by the curb, Charlie ran through the number of pages that needed to be created each day in order to meet her deadline. Seven pages a day. Didn't sound like much, but when the creativity tank was on empty, it would be like pushing a minivan up a hill. Long, tiresome, boring, and likely to kill her if she didn't keep moving. She pushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and flicked the cherry off of her cig. Depositing the butt into the standing ashtray by the door, she scooted back to her seat to continue typing. 

"Time to switch. I need to know if I'm on the right track," Nathan blurted out as she pulled her legs into a pretzel under her. She nodded and slid her lap top over to Nathan while he did the same. Charlie popped on the Track Changes option in the Word document and began proofing Nathan's paper. She could tell that every time she typed something that he was nervous, constantly shifting in his seat and glancing at her often. He depended on her to actually find errors in logical thinking; she depended on him to help keep things real in the sex scenes within her book. 

"Did you really write love pickle here?" Nathan laughed as he pointed at the screen of her computer. "You wanted him to insert his love pickle into her barrel? Are you shitting me?" A rolling chuckle burst out of Nathan. He quickly covered his mouth when he saw a mother/child combo look over in his direction. 

"Yes, I wrote love pickle. I couldn't come up with anything else at the moment, and when I did a Find All, I realized that I've already used cock fifteen times. I had to get past the wording and get to the action. Happy?" Charlie felt a bit defensive, but as the sound of the words seeped into her brain, she too realized that it was a bit absurd and giggled softly under her breath. "Tell me, is the scene too much?"

"Well, you have your heroine with her leg wrapped around his neck in a very weird position, and it doesn't sound like the man has come up for air in the last four paragraphs. She is going to asphyxiate the poor guy! Let the man bring his head up from her pussy to breathe once in a while. What about a bit of romantic dialogue here?"

"Just how romantic can it be when a guy has his head stuffed between a girl's legs? Remember, I go for reality. I would like to think at that time and place, there isn't much in the way of conversation. Licking, groaning, finger insertion, and maybe a bit of biting make sense. Romantic conversation, no way."

Nathan ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. Returning to the computer screen, he started typing. 

"What are you doing? Stop that!" Charlie reached across the table and tried to shut the top of the computer. Nathan swatted her hand away and kept pushing keys with one hand. To keep the swatting to a minimum, he caught her wrist and held it lightly on the table. Charlie huffed and puffed, telling him to lay off with the shenanigans, but he continued with his typing. Finally, she pulled her arm out of his grasp. With both hands available, Nathan continued with his frantic typing within her story. At least I had a backup of the file in the case that he added some really asinine crap to it. Charlie shook her head and returned to Nathan's computer, making more comments about his thesis. 

After about 15 more minutes of typing, Charlie had enough. Fate knows what drivel he added to the story. It was bad enough that she was writing drivel herself, but she could only imagine what testosterone-filled hoopla he would add about the size of every male character's appendage or the massive heft and size of each female's breasts. Not every man was well endowed and not every woman had a large set of mammary glands. Sometimes, characters just needed to be real people who had normal bodies and awkward sexual moments.

"Give me my computer back," Charlie announced as she pushed Nathan's computer in front of her away. Nathan smiled as he pressed the keyboard command to save. Charlie sighed and pulled her computer back to its rightful place. Time to see what damage had been done and figure out how long it would take to repair it. 

After taking some time to re-read the story from the beginning, Charlie realized that Nathan's "additions" weren't that bad. Not exactly her writing style, but not bad. When she looked up from the screen, she couldn't help but smile at the shit-eating grin that covered Nathan's face. He even made it a point to lean back in his chair and clasps both hands behind his head.

"Huh? Huh? Not bad? Right?" 

"Okay, Cheshire cat, lay off with the grin. You did alright. I do question a few things that you added, " she replied, "but . . ."

"But what? What I wrote was good!" Nathan tried to grab Charlie's computer, but she quickly pulled it onto her lap. 

"You added some good ideas, but I can tell you right now, no man spends that much time or attention on a girl's chest. It is usually just enough licks and gropes to hopefully prime the engine before the actual sex starts. Also, there really isn't that much kissing either." 

"Really now? What makes you the expert?" Nathan picked up his coffee and swallowed a large gulp. 

"Nathan, really! Can you honestly tell me that as a normal, red-blooded American male you do all of this with your one-night stands?" Charlie reached into her lap to begin shutting down the different programs she had opened previously, and that included the copy of her story. 

"Since we are speaking honestly, yes, I do."

Charlie let out a bit of a scoffing laugh and began to pack up her computer. Her hair fell back in her eyes, and she swept it back behind her ear. She also pushed her reading glasses up to rest on the top of her head. Nathan took her cue and began to pack up his computer too. Pretty soon, the only items left on the table where their coffee cups. 

"Listen little miss not-getting-any, what I do with my lady-callers brings them a great deal of satisfaction. If it means I have to forego some of my normal male urges, I will go out of my way to spend some extra time on the frequently overlooked naughty bits."

"First of all, you make sex sound academic. Second of all, here's the translation; you spend extra time sucking on their tits and talk to them dirty while you are sliding in and out. Naughty bits? Who is kidding who now?"

Nathan stood, shouldering his computer bag and grabbing her bag along the way. When Charlie reached out to take her own bag, he simply skirted past her to the door. He even used his foot to hold the door open for both of them. Realizing this left her hands free, Charlie reached into her purse and snagged another cigarette. After lighting up, she stepped off the curb to keep the smoke away from him. Nathan shook his head. He stepped off the curb and used her computer bag to shoo her back onto the sidewalk. Slowly, they began the trek home. Nathan continued his fake coughing periodically as they went.

Chapter 3

"Now, my dear, sex can be any way any person wants it. You, as the writer, should know that. If I want sex to sound a bit academic when I speak to you about my exploits, that is my business. Would it be better if I told you I put my head between a girl's tits and did a motor boat? No!" 

"I'll give you that," Charlie wanted to get away from the argumentative tone in Nathan's voice. Her brain was still too full and too scattered to have a logical discussion about sex with Nathan. "By the way, how did things go on the date with the new girl last night?"

The serious expression on Nathan's changed to more of a "girlfriend, let me tell you" posture. "I thought I was going to have a set of blue balls before it was all over!" Nathan gasped. 

Charlie smiled to herself and kept walking. She tuned into Nathan's story as a distraction from the buzzing inside her own brain. "Okay, spill the beans. Why were you going to die with a set of weirdly-colored testes?"

"The date was normal. Dinner was okay, and at least she could hold a conversation. I dropped her off at home with a hug and kiss. Well, Sheila showed up at my door after I got home last night. In fact, it was right after I saw you on the porch. She was tapping on the door, trying to be all coy or something. I figured why not. Let me tell you! That girl has a fucked up way of treating a man's dick," Nathan inhaled sharply and shook out a leg as a small reminder of the evening's events played in his own mind. 

"Oh really? Did she call it George and want to pet it and feed it like the other rabbits?" Charlie let out a small snort as she amused herself with her own literary comments. 

"I wish, dork. At least I would have stood a chance of getting off! Okay, here's the deal," Nathan explained as he spoke with his hands, punctuating certain ideas with extravagant gestures. 

"Everything started out okay and good. I spent time kissing all the right parts like her mouth and neck. When I finally moved down to her chest, she went nuts! I thought the girl was going to come out of her own skin. She was riding my leg like a cowboy on a prize bull. When the time was right, I took my nose dive. I wouldn't say she tasted all that great, but at least it wasn't like licking a fish."

"Oh my god! Are you kidding me? You wanted me to include romantic conversation in my story, and you just compared some poor girl's vagina to fish licking?"

"Let me finish please," huffed Nathan as he re-situated his computer bag on his shoulder. "Any way, a couple orgasms later, she was all gung ho about giving me a chance to come too. Yip hip hurray for me! I got out of my pants, and the little sergeant was already at attention."

Charlie glanced side ways at Nathan after the little sergeant comment. A weird smile was twisting across her face, and Nathan swatted at her arm. Charlie jumped out of the way but continued walking forward. 

"And?"

"And that girl thought the height of my sexual pleasure would be laying my cock on her hand and kissing it like a butterfly. I'm talking these insanely soft little kisses."

"What? No hand movement? No licking? Please tell me the girl actually did something besides pucker up and kiss it?"

"Nope, all I got were butterfly kisses."

Charlie busted out laughing. At one point, she couldn't catch her breath. She could imagine some poor prim and proper woman wearing a large Sunday going-to-church hat and white gloves. This paragon of virtue in her mind's eye sat correctly with her ankles crossed. The only thing out of place was a detached penis laying in the palm of her hand. The look on her face was a bit sour as she had to pucker her lips in order to a kiss. Based on this imagery, Charlie couldn't stop laughing. She stopped to hold onto her side and stomach as cramps set in from the muscle spasms. 

"It wasn't that funny at the time!" Nathan exclaimed as he tried to hold back his own laugh. Pretty soon, both of them were laughing hysterically. Charlie started making puckering, kissy faces at Nathan, and they broke out in another fit of giggles. When they could slowly calm down and breathe, they began walking again. 

"That couldn't have been it," she managed to cough out as she wiped the tears of humor out of her eyes. 

"After an hour of that madness, she decided it was time to go home. She literally gave me a kiss, got dressed, and walked out the door like she had just given me the best orgasm of my life. Needless to say, I rubbed one off before my nuts exploded, and then I watched Terminator for awhile before I fell asleep."

"Aww, a man after my own heart. Masturbate and then watch a chick flick." Nathan began laughing again, and Charlie just shook her head. It wasn't long before they reached the courtyard of their complex. Charlie looked up and noticed Edna was reading the paper on her own porch. Charlie waved, and Edna screamed her hello. 

"Okay, masturbation man, I've got to get some more pages done if I am going to meet my quota. Take a look at my notes in your thesis. Let me know if there is anything else you want to discuss." 

"Will do, kiddo." Nathan reached out and kissed her on the forehead. Oddly, Charlie did always feel like a little sister to Nathan. He handed her the computer bag he was holding and backed away in the direction of his apartment. She turned back to her own back door and entered.

Chapter 4

Back at the desk, Charlie hefted her computer out of its bag. While waiting for it to boot up, she turned to her stereo system and grabbed the OneRepublic CD. Turning it to "Apologize," she refocused on her story. The typing continued as she managed to reword much of the items that Nathan found necessary to add to her story. She even considered the idea of romantic dialogue for a moment and then shook it off. Not my style! Allowing the beat of the song to help dictate her typing speed, she jumped full force into the story. Suddenly, a loud beep came from her computer bag. She fished her phone out of it and pulled up the waiting text message. It was Nathan.

Nathan: Take another shot at love!

Charlie: Shut up and apologize, bitch!

Nathan: Never silly rabbit. My tricks aren't for kids. 

Charlie: Keep your penis in your pants and let me work. 

Nathan: Where do you want me to put my penis then?

Charlie got up and entered the kitchen. She yelled through the window, "Perv! Shut up already!" She returned to her desk to find one last text message.

Nathan: You know you love me!

She grumped slightly under her breath and put her fingers back to work. When she next glanced at the clock, it was already 8 p.m., and she had managed to finish a total of 10 pages for the day. Nothing like a bit a breathing room when it came to her writing deadline. Charlie pulled up her inbox and finally opened the email from Debbie. She took a few minutes to respond by stating the story would most likely be finished within the next two weeks. That would give her an extra week before the official deadline. That should be enough cushion room to keep Debbie from going into heart failure. After clicking the send button, Charlie's stomach registered the break in work and decided to grumble its own displeasure at being ignored. 

Charlie stepped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. After opening the door, she immediately bit her lip. Nathan, the dumb ass and nag that he enjoyed being, decided to mess with her OCD. He left the bag of chicken on the top shelf of the frig. Only drinks belong on the top shelf. Charlie bent over to begin rearranging items to get them back in their correct order. 

"Nice view!"

She looked over her shoulder and glared at Nathan. It was only when she saw the bags of Chinese food in his hands that she relaxed a bit. Only a little bit. 

"Just what do you think you are doing by bringing that into this house?" she demanded in a voice as stern as she could muster. She stood up and turned towards him. Her hip was holding open the frig door. Crossing her arms would make for a good show of disdain. Yeah, disdain for Chinese food? Yeah, that is really going to happen. 

"Well, I noticed that your expiration dates were all set for the next couple days, and I didn't have anything else to do besides have dinner with my best friend." His smile was one of those of hoping to avoid trouble and also being slightly proud of himself for being her food (and hopefully!) sleep savior. 

Giving up on the show of irritation, Charlie closed the frig and moved to grab some forks out of the draw next to the sink. Nathan stepped up next to her and gently nudged her with his elbow. That smile was still there. Charlie shoved him back with her elbow, wanting to drive home the point that she could take care of herself. The elbow shoving continued a few more times until Nathan caught a hold of her and spun her into a hug. 

"Get the movie ready. I'm going to get into my comfy clothes," she said as she wiggled out of Nathan's arms and handed him the forks. Upon reaching the stairs, she took them two at a time. Upon entering her room, she peeled off her t-shirt and jeans. Normally, she would grab just her tank top, but with Nathan in the house, it always meant a pair of men's pajama bottoms too. Once everything was properly covered, she pulled her hair out of the ponytail and threw the hair tie onto the bathroom counter. Only then did she make her way back down the stairs. 

Nathan looked up from the couch and registered the change of clothes with a small nod of the head. He already had the movie waiting on pause. Her favorite blanket that she kept on the back of the couch was spread out next to him on the cushions, and the wonderful smell of Chinese food wafted through the air. Her stomach grumbled loudly enough that Nathan actually turn to her and laughed. 

"Eat much?" He handed her the nearest container and then pressed play on the DVD player. The beginning credits for Valley Girl flashed on the screen. It was definitely the beginning for "Chinese comfy movie" night. The idea of sleep rolled through the back of her mind. She grabbed the fork already stuck in the container and began to lay waste to the box of kung pao chicken. Stopping only a few times to drink a glass of ginger ale that Nathan had gathered for her. Once she reached the half way point of the container, she tried to set it down on the table, but Nathan put his arm in front of the box, indicating he didn't think she was done. Charlie held onto the box and continued eating. Her stomach was starting to hurt from filling it with so much food at once. Once the carton was empty, she held it to the side, so Nathan could look inside and see it was empty. With another small nod, he grabbed it from her hand and placed it on the table. 

Charlie sat back on the couch with her legs crossed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. The lack of sleep had invaded her bones. Without much ado, it flooded her muscles. She realized it had been four days she any real amount of sleep. It also dawned on her that she snapped at Nathan earlier at coffee when he asked about her amount of sleep. She turned her head, ready to apologize. As if he were reading her mind, Nathan simply shook his head and grabbed the edge of the blanket. That was Charlie's cue to crawl underneath. She undercrossed her body and stood up slightly. Nathan pulled back the blanket even further. Magically, a pillow appeared under his right arm. She didn't even have the energy to ask how it materialized. Instead, her weary body sank into the couch, and she leaned against Nathan. The movie continued its journey of boy-meets-girl, boy-loses-girl hum drum. Charlie let out a loud yawn and further settled into her curled position. Sleep began to take her when she felt a strange sensation at the top of her head. 




Charlie Ch. 01-04



Quickly, she reached up to the top of her head. "What the hell was that?" she asked. It felt soft. Her mind began to race to the possibility of something crawling in her hair. Ewww! She reached up to brush her hair and accidentally smacked Nathan in the face.

"Ow!" yelped Nathan as he rubbed his nose. 

"What was that?" What were you doing?" demanded Charlie as she ran her hands through her hair. 

"I wasn't doing anything. You are beginning to hallucinate," responded Nathan as he shifted on the couch. Letting a chill run through her body, Charlie chalked up the weird hair feeling to her lack of sleep. She moved back next to Nathan, placing her head on the pillow. She could smell both his soap and the smell of his laundry. She smiled at how clean it was while her eyes lazily closed. Nathan's smell was always oddly relaxing for her. The last thought the drifted across her mind before sleep wrapped itself around her brain and eyes was that maybe Nathan was smelling something too. Was he smelling her hair? Serves her right! She probably smelled disgusting and needed a shower. That will wait for tomorrow!



Charlie Ch. 01



I first met Charlie in the university bar in ordination week. She was just about to start university and I was about to begin my PhD. I was wondering around with no specific aim as it seemed inappropriate to be working during O-Week and as always at university this had led me to the bar. To my great surprise I had found some people I knew who were still undergraduates (friends of my brother I think). I sat down at their booth to have a chat and waste some time.

There were a bunch of people I did not know who kept floating in and out of the booth to get drinks and play pool. One girl especially caught my eye. She was short, pale and skinny with dyed black hair, wearing tight black jeans and a thin light red t-shirt, through which you could see her black bra. I remember checking out her arse as she leant over the pool table to take a shot and wondering what she would look like naked (hey, my head is a crude place).

As the afternoon progressed she disappeared to do O-Week things and I stayed in the bar as you will tend to do when you have been at university at the beginning of six previous years. To say I had given up hope of meeting her would be slightly incorrect, I had in fact almost forgotten about her like all the other cute but seriously too young girls I had ogled that day. You will therefore appreciate my surprise when she dropped into the booth next to me and said "Hi there, I'm Charlie. I noticed you staring at my bum before. What's your name?"

Despite my shock we did then proceed to have a fairly normal conversation. I discovered that she was about to start a degree in International Relations and that her real name was Charlotte, but I was never to call her that. I, of course, tried to impress her with talk about my PhD and the law degree I had just finished. I made the traditional noises like "If you need help with an essay come see me" and gave her worldly advice about which courses to take, what lectures to avoid and most importantly how to cheat the system.

Charlie and her new residential college friends had tickets to do the pub crawl that evening and she insisted that I come with them (what can I say; I've never been able to say no to a cute girl with big brown eyes). For those who have not been on an O-Week pub crawl, the group move around a set of bars and you get a wrist band with entitles you to a drink at each. For those of us who have survived law school with intact livers this is not much of a challenge. The going is slow and it's hard to get a second drink at each venue due to the large volume of people. On the other hand, for 18 year olds who have never really drunk publically before, the pub crawl can be diabolical. I therefore found myself a chaperone of a group of five or six (it was tough to keep track) quite inebriated teenage girls.

I think at this point it may be prudent for me to tell you a bit about myself. In many was I am Mister Average. I am on the shorter side of average height with brown hair and grey eyes, have an average body (fairly fit, but by no means ripped) and even, if the internet is to be believed, a slightly above average sized cock (although it is well above average girth). In fact, apart from being quite academically gifted, there is very little that is memorable about me.

However, the thing about me that will have the greatest bearing on this story is that I have a girlfriend. Her name is Emma and ironically enough I met her in the same bar I met Charlie almost six years to day earlier, although it took me almost six months to get up the courage to ask her out. Emma is one of the few people I know who is actually smarter than me and consequently landed herself a plumb job working on a government outreach program in Southeast Asia that is seeking to educate people about the increased risk of tropical pathogens due to climate change. I will tell you more about Emma later as she will come up again, but she is important to place my interaction with Charlie in context. This is definitely not a cheating story. Emma appreciates that a man has needs and went as far as to suggest I seek out casual sex partners while she was away. In fact I keep her informed of my exploits which provides fuel for some pretty good cyber-sex. Consequently, I had no interest in taking my 'relationship' with Charlie any further that the pure physical, a desire that I believe was mutual.

Back on the pub crawl, we had finally made it to the last stop, the town's most famously dodgy nightclub. Charlie's friends had behaved surprisingly well, only limited random making out and not one had tried to walk off with a stranger. Consequently I had actually had fun. I had danced with each of them and they had only laughed at me a bit. Although they were all definitely drunk they had not progressed to the point of falling over and throwing up, always a problem when drinking with teenage girls.

Finally at around 2 am it was announced that the organisers would be walking those who were finished drinking back to the residential colleges. I pointed out to the girls that this was a good offer as drunk first years are renowned for getting lost and the university grounds have been the backdrop for the rape of a number of students as they walk home. My house was on the route back to campus so I joined the group and we headed off. When we got to my turnoff if hugged each of the girls and sent them on their way.

Actually it was not until I was opening my front door that I noticed I was not alone. I do not know how Charlie got away from her friends, but she certainly gave me a surprise when she squeezed my arse as I was haphazardly trying to get my key in the lock. As I spun around to find out who was assaulting me she quite literally grabbed my face and stuck her tongue in my mouth. The smell of her perfume and conditioner combined with a hint of sweat from dancing all night was intoxicating. The smell of a girl the first time you kiss her is always burned into your memory. To this day when I catch a whiff of something similar to how she smelled that night I am instantly back in that movement of combined confusion and arousal. Her mouth was pleasant, her tongue felt smooth against mine and her lips tasted of grape lip-gloss. I do not know who she managed to get the door open behind my back (I guess I had the key in the lock), but the next thing I knew I was being pushed into my apartment while Charlie continued her attack on my mouth.

My apartment is not large so the path to the bedroom does not take long. I know a flicked the light on the way through the door. Charlie and I stood just inside the bedroom door next to the bed and continued to make out in earnest. Just when I was beginning to wonder if I would have to start making the pace Charlie broke our kiss and looked straight at me. As I said previously I have a weakness for cute girls with big brown eyes, so you will understand when I say that I can recall that moment with perfect clarity, more than any other with Charlie. For that split second I felt I could see straight to her soul, her excitement and her fear. However, this moment of perfect connection was broken when her face spit into a brilliant, mischievous grin.

At that moment I was struck by a bout of paralysing guilt. Here was a girl who was giving herself to me and I was not available to receive it. I reached forward to cup her cheek and said and a low serious voice, although every fibre of my body was screaming for me not too, "There is something you need to know. I have a girlfriend who is currently living overseas who I love very much." I saw Charlie deflate a little from her exuberance so I quickly continued "She is quite happy for me to see other people while she is away, but you need to know what this is."

Charlie cocked her head to the side and observed my face for a couple of seconds before saying "Most guys wouldn't tell a girl that."

I shrugged and replied "I'm not most guys I guess."

She grinned again and murmured "Don't worry; I'm not looking for a boyfriend. If anything it's a relief." She then narrowed her eyes and asked suspiciously "Are you sure she's okay with you seeing other girls? The last thing I need is jilted girlfriends coming after me."

I nodded solemnly and said "Yes, she was very clear."

Charlie looked pensive for a second and then said "Okay, that's good enough for me. I appreciate you telling me. Thank you." She then licked her lips and continued in a seductive tone "Now...where were we?"

As I stood there in absolute shock, having fully expected her to walk straight out the door, Charlie gave my cock a quick squeeze through my jeans, then proceeded to pull her shirt over her head and throw it next to the bed. This snapped me out of my meditation. I reached around her, grabbed her tight little arse, pulled her against my groin and murmured "If you're sure..." before kissing her mouth and throat with abandon.

It was at about this moment that the idea came into my head that as an experienced man it was my duty to show this pretty young thing how good sex can be if you know what you are doing. I deftly unhooked her bar with my left hand as I continued to ravage her neck. I assumed that I was having a good effect on her as she was sagging into me, needing me to hold her up. I lifted her up and laid her down on the bed without ever breaking contact with her lips. There was genuine shock on her face when I stood up again to remove my shirt (she later told her that she was so turned on she was effectively lost in the sensation); however this quickly changed to her impish grin.

Standing up gave me the opportunity to take in Charlie's topless form for the first time. She does not large breasts (a solid B-cup), but they are perky and a perfectly formed teardrop shape. What is most noticeable about Charlie's breasts in the contrast between her beautiful creamy pale skin and her wonderful dark pink nipples. Through a combination of arousal and so recently being exposed to the air, those delicious nipples were standing out proudly demanding to be sucked.

I leant over Charlie, first kissing her mouth and then moving down to her chin, her throat, her collar bone, the tops of her beasts until in finally took her left nipple in my mouth. As I did this she let out a low moan of pleasure and grabbed the back of my head. One of the things that I love most about Charlie is the sensitivity of her breasts and nipples (she assures me that she can get extremely close to orgasm simply from having her nipples sucked). I continued lick and suck her chest for some time, but her breasts were not what I really wanted in my mouth. I gradually slipped my right hand across her lovely smooth stomach until I found what I was looking for; the button on her skin-tight jeans.

I popped the button open and pulled down the short zipped. I then began to slowly slide my hand down the front of her pants. I was expecting to find the edge of her panties and under that the top of her pubic hair. I was shocked to find neither. In fact the first thing my finger encountered was the top of her sopping wet pussy. My middle finger quickly found Charlie's clitoris and gave it an experimental rub.

The reaction was both immediate and spectacular. Charlie's eyes snapped open, she gasped loudly and arched her back off the bed. For a split second I thought I must have hurt her, but this perception was dispelled when she breathily exclaimed "More!" I continued make out with her while experimenting with my fingers to find out what she liked. The most successful manoeuvrer I found to be rubbing my index and middle fingers up and down either side of her clitoris. This caused her to moan into my mouth and thrust her hips up the meet my hand.

Despite this I wanted to explore further. I slid my fingers down between her pussy lips and gently inserted the tip of my middle finger into her extremely wet core, again eliciting a gasp. I continued to massage her clit with my thumb while slowly working my finder into her pussy. However, I soon found myself severely hampered by her tight jeans. I extracted my hand (which brought about a groan of dismay), stood up beside the bed, seized Charlie's ankles and swung her around so her legs were over my shoulders and her backside was lifted off the mattress. I then grabbed the sides of her undone jeans and slid them off her beautify slender legs, confirming it the process what I had suspected, that she was not wearing underwear.

What confronted me was the cutest little pussy I had ever seen. She was waxed completely bare, fully exposing her smooth outer labia. Unlike many other girls I could not see any of her inner lips except for the tip of her clit which was visible at the top. I could not resist, I had to taste her. I knelt beside the bed, hooked her knees over my shoulders, grasped her buttocks with my hand to lift her off the bed and buried my face in her gorgeous snatch.

I started by running my tongue up her slit, starting with it as wide as possible at the bottom and bringing it to a point has I hit her clitoris. This action seemed to drive Charlie to a new plain of ecstasy. She started rubbing her face, gripping the covers and tweaking her nipples, all while maintaining a steady stream of "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" (I must say it was refreshing to have a girl who did not invoke God during sex). I repeated my sweep up her sex a couple of times and the settled in for the main event.

I looked by lips around her clit and sucked it up into my mouth. This literally drove her wild. She started trusting her hips into my face and panting. I continued sucking her clit, only stopping occasionally to push my tongue inside her pussy. After what could only have been three minutes she clamped her thighs around my ears, gapped my head and pushed my face harder into her sex and quite literally screamed "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I continued to gently suck her clit as she thrashed through her orgasm. Finally she grabbed my hair, pulled me up her mouth for a deep, passionate, breathless kiss before whispering in my ear "Fuck me! Now!"

That was an invitation I could never resist. I hastily stood up and ripped down my pants, slowed down the need to kick off my shoes before I could get them fully off. My member bounced free, as hard as an iron bar and dripping pre-cum like a leaky tap. I pulled open my bedside table, grabbed out a condom (I am frankly surprised I had one, Emma and I have not used them for years) and rolled it down my cock. I figured that Charlie would be wet enough without lube so a spun her feet back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. I pulled her legs apart and positioned myself against her entrance, just parting her outer lips, and then paused. I placed my hand either side of her shoulders and took in her beauty. She just looked so perfect with her hair ruffled and her cheeks and chest flushed from her climax. She looked up at me and in the quietest, most pleading voice simply said "Please."

Eager to please, I slowly pushed my hips forward. I was right; Charlie was extremely wet, but still very tight. I leant forward and kissed her deeply as I rocked backwards and forwards, going slightly deeper with each stroke. It must have taken me two minutes, but finally I managed to get completely inside her, before I paused again. She gazed up at me at mouthed "Take me."

I drew myself back and thrust forward, harder than before. Charlie threw her head back and grunted with the impact. I continued sliding in an out, with each penetration being met by a small exhalation. I had not been going for long, maybe a minute when she grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me into a kiss and then whispered in my ear "Cum for me. Cum in me. Please."

That was all the prompting a needed. After the long drought since Emma had gone overseas and the time I had spent worshiping Charlie's womanhood, I had been holding off from the moment I penetrated her. I pulled back and slammed into her once, twice and on the third time grunted as I climaxed, before falling on top of Charlie.

I stayed there for a couple of minutes catching my breath until I deflated enough that I began to slip out. I was starting to feel guilty about not lasting very long, having promised myself I would show her what experience could do, until I saw the blood on the sheets and the condom.

I looked back at Charlie quizzically and asked her "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"

She blinked at me in mild confusion and said very matter of factly, "I didn't want you to treat me differently. Do you mind if I take a shower?"

I must say I was quite taken aback by that answer. I stammered out "Sure. I'll get you a towel."

As Charlie showered I went about busied myself changing the sheets and putting the old ones in a bucket to soak. Just as I finished Charlie wanted back into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. Based on her reaction to my question about her virginity I had expected her to put on her clothes and leave. I was therefore quite relieved when she pulled off the towel and hung it on a chair next to the bed and proceeded to slid under the clovers and curled up like a cat. In that moment as the towel dropped was the first time I had been able to take in her naked body completely. She looked absolutely gorgeous with her wet black hair, her perfect nipples standing out so proudly on her flawless little breasts, contrasting so wonderfully with her pale skin. I took in her smooth, flat stomach, her narrow hips, her skinny leg with thighs that do not meet even when her feet are together, making her delicious pussy seem so much more available. In that moment she was true perfection.

I went and had a quick shower myself and by the time I returned Charlie seemed to be asleep. I turned off the light and slid into bed next to her, gently slipped my arm over her. After a second Charlie rolled over to face me and gently kissed me on the lips. We lay there in the dark, nose to nose, for what seemed an eternity before she finally whispered "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was a virgin. I was scared you wouldn't want me if you knew. From the moment I saw you in the bar I knew I wanted you to take my virginity."

I thought for a second and replied "But if you had told me I could have made it so much better, so much more special."

In response Charlie kissed me tenderly on the lips and said "It was perfect, you gave me exactly what I wanted," before rolling over, pushing back into my chest, grabbing my hand and cupping her breast with it. I buried my nose in her hair and breathed in her sent and together we fell asleep, exhausted, but satisfied.

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When I awoke the next morning, I must admit I thought it was Emma who was lying next to me until I opened my eyes and found black hair instead of the brunette I had been expecting. In that moment the whole previous night came flooding back. I lay there for a while, still with Charlie's pert little breast cupped in my hand and meditated on what had happened. Finally I brushed her hair away and kissed my way up from her shoulder up her throat to her jaw line. As I did Charlie stirred from her sleep and turned her head to look at me as she opened her eyes. The smile she gave me set my heart aflutter.

I lent in a kissed her deeply before pulling back to look at her while I asked "How are you feeling?"

Charlie smiled again and replied "Wonderful. I'm a little sore downstairs, but otherwise absolutely perfect." I rolled onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. Charlie responded by rolling over and laying her head on my chest while she gazed up at me. I slipped my hand into her hair and let the silky strands run through my fingers.

We lay there like that for some time before I realised that I was actually quite hungry. I looked over at the clock and discovered that it was already after 10.30am. I rolled the now snoozing Charlie back onto her pillow and went to make us some breakfast. When I returned some fifteen minutes later with boiled eggs and toast I found her sitting up in bed checking her email on her phone.




Charlie Ch. 01



We sat I silence for a while, eating our eggs. Finally Charlie turned to me, her wonderful breasts on full display, and said "I had better go. My friends will be wondering what happened to me. I had a lot of fun though. Thanks for being my first. I knew I wanted to lose my virginity, but I didn't want to do it with some random college guy who'd just go and brag about it to his mates."

Again taken aback by her directness all I could come up with to respond was "I'm glad I could be of assistance." To this Charlie just gave me one of her wicked grins and went back to eating her breakfast.

When we were both finished I took our plates back to the kitchen. This time when I came back Charlie was just pulling up her jeans having already put her bra and top back on. I leant on the door frame watching her finish dressing. It took her a while to locate her shoes (one had gone under the bed). When she was finally she was ready to go she walked up to me, grabbed by chin and gave me a long kiss. She then stepped back and said "Thank you again for a great night."

I smiled at her and said "Thank you right back."

Charlie slipped past me and headed for the door. This time as a watched her arse walk away I did not need to imagine what it looked like naked. Just before the door closed behind her I called out "Any time you want another go just come round." I did not hear any response so I thought that was the end of my time with Charlie, a wonderful one night stand. She would go and try out guys her own age and I would go back to my life with a wonderful memory to masturbate too.

How wrong I turned out to be.



Charlie Ch. 02



When I awoke the next morning, Mandy was wrapped all around me, trying to get even closer if that was possible. She was still in that half waking state, not quite asleep but not fully conscious either. We had gone to bed last night exhausted from the whirlwind trip we had made to France to get Mandy a good French meal. We would have liked to have made love again, but there was plenty of time for that once we slept and renewed some of our lost energy. 

Mandy was just starting to notice what she was doing when the voice of Brigit made her stop and freeze in place. 

"Bonjour, meester Charlie." She offered. 

"Bonjour, Brigit. Yes, there will be two for breakfast this morning." I added, cutting off the question I knew was to follow. 

Mandy had regained her ability to move and had pulled the bed sheet up to cover both of us against Brigit's gaze. Brigit switched out the towels in the bathroom and left the bedroom to continue with her morning routine. 

Mandy was still startled and had questions in her eyes. 

"Brigit is my housekeeper. She takes care of things for me and doesn't let anything get in the way of her duties. I am used to her and don't even give her presence a second thought. I will introduce you to her when we get up." I replied to her unasked questions. 

Mandy nodded her head and then I pulled her closer to me and kissed her good morning. She responded, but when I moved my hand to fondle her breast, she pulled back saying "Charlie, we can't do anything with her in the house!" 

I knew better than that, but did not want to make Mandy uncomfortable, so suggested we get up and shower before breakfast. She agreed, but protested as I led her to the bathroom to get started. 

"What if she comes back?" 

"I guess she will see us in the shower together. I don't think she will be back in here, but like I said, she does her thing without regard to anything else that may be happening." 

"Doesn't it bother you that she might see you in the shower?" Mandy asked. 

"It wouldn't be the first time." I laughed. "I can lock the door if it makes you feel better, but I haven't done that in the 15 years I have owned the house." 

Mandy suddenly seemed to realize we were standing in the middle of the bedroom, both naked, discussing the idea of a shower together. 

"I'm not sure about this, but let's see if we can get in and out quickly. I feel a bit uneasy to have someone else watching me." 

Brigit would not be watching us, just doing her job if indeed she was to come back in, but I didn't say that, I took Mandy's hand and finished leading us into the shower. We didn't take too long, but I did get Mandy to feel better by washing her all over, paying special attention to her breasts and pussy. She did start moaning some, but I didn't want to get her going and then have to stop if she thought about Brigit in the other room. We dressed casually and then went into the main room of the house where I introduced Mandy to Brigit formally. 

Brigit started cooking breakfast so I moved out of the way to give her room. Mandy stayed in the kitchen, taking a few minutes to talk with Brigit and get to know her better. I could hear their conversation, soon switching from English to French. Mandy's southern accented French was different from Brigit's native command of that language, but neither of the two seemed to have problems understanding the other. Soon, I was called to eat and we had a very nice meal of eggs and sausage. Brigit had again brought fresh croissants with her so we enjoyed those as well. *****

Today was Thursday and Mandy would have to fly home on Saturday, although we had thought about seeing if she could extend her time here longer. She would have to speak with her employer back home to get another week added to her vacation. She was certain it would be no problem, so I was looking forward to spending the next week and a half with her. 

We had finished breakfast early enough that the sun had not yet gotten to the point it would be unbearable to sit outside. I had not finished the tom Clancy novel I started a few days earlier and thought I might give that a little time. 

"What would you like to do today?" I asked Mandy as she came out of the house to join me on the patio. 

I haven't thought about it too much, maybe just do some reading like you. I do want to get some sun before I go back, though." 

"Pull up a chair, I will ask Brigit to bring out coffee unless you want something cold." I replied. 

"Coffee is fine for now. This is the nice, quiet time I thought this trip would be. Not having Gina around does seem to make things calmer." 

I had not thought of Gina, but Mandy's mention of her name brought back a nice memory of her sitting in the same chair Mandy was, eating dinner and allowing me a nice view of her very large tits. I put that memory aside, I had better things to occupy my mind right now. I asked Brigit to make us coffee and bring it out when done. We read and sipped coffee for the next 2 hours until the temperature started to get hot enough that comfort dictated a move inside. We resumed our reading, now sitting in the main room of the house. Soon, Brigit said her goodbye for the day and left to take care of her own family. 

Shortly after Brigit had left, Mandy got up and sat down in my lap, preventing me from doing any reading. 

"What's this?" I asked. 

"This is the start of what I wanted to do this morning before Brigit came by. I couldn't wait for her to leave. She won't be coming back today, will she?" 

"No, she is gone until tomorrow." I replied. 

Mandy swiveled in place, facing me directly and pulling my mouth to hers, kissing hungrily. My book dropped to the floor as I put my arms around her and pulled us closer together. Her tongue had entered my mouth and was doing a fine job of exploring every surface, giving extra attention to my own tongue. 

Mandy broke the kiss and pulling apart for a second, removed the tank top she had been wearing, no bra under it again today. She started kissing so I put my hands to good use, resuming the fondling of her breasts that I had started earlier this morning. She was responding to my touch, her body moving against mine and her chest vibrating with the purring she was doing. 

Mandy stopped kissing long enough to say "Let's go into the bedroom and get naked." 

That is the kind of suggestion I can agree with so picked her up off my lap and carried her into the bedroom where I carefully laid her on the bed. She was watching as I took off the few clothes I wore, taking in every movement I made. When I was completely naked, I turned my attention to removing her shorts. They joined the rest of our garments on the floor and then I put a finger into each side of the waistband of her panties and pulled them off. As I took in the beauty of her naked body lying there waiting for me, Mandy spread her legs and commanded simply "eat me!" 

This is how things had started the other night in the French villa when I took her for the first time. Apparently, she liked having her pussy eaten and since I did not mind doing it, we were both happy with the opportunity to do so. I moved onto the bed between her spread legs and moved close to the junction of her thighs. She was watching as I slowly moved in, anticipation apparent on her face. She was so excited she was trembling and bouncing as she waited for the first touch of my tongue on her lips, already starting to dampen from her arousal. 

"Don't tease me, Charlie! I need this so bad. Lick me and make me come, please!" 

I could hear the urgency in her voice and did not want to make her wait any longer than necessary, but I did want to take a minute to appreciate the wonder of her body, spread out before me and given in complete surrender. 

I put my arms around under her hips and moved my hands up to cup each of her breasts as my tongue moved in and met the first of her short hairs, the sensation electric for each of us. I continued until my mouth was firmly pressed into Mandy's labia then parted the lips with my tongue. She was arching her back and writhing on the bed, begging me to give her more. I had taken hold of her nipples with my fingers as I continued to massage her breasts, and with each tweak of their firmness she would cry out more. 

Mandy reached down with her own hands and parted her outer lips for me, humping her pussy hard into my mouth, trying to force me further into her vagina. I slid my tongue in as far as it would go, licking and sucking as I moved it in then out. After a few minutes of this action, I moved up to catch her hard clit between my teeth, the bud swollen and throbbing against my tongue. This brought Mandy to a new level of pleasure and I could feel her starting that build to a climax I hoped would tear through her body like a hurricane, not leaving anything untouched. She was humping up off the bed and I had a difficult time keeping my mouth in position as she bucked and twisted in response to my attention to her clit. 

Mandy's climax had arrived and her voice was getting higher as she announced her pleasure "Oh God, here it comes. Don't stop eating me, I want this so bad. Keep squeezing my tits and pulling the nipples, I want to feel it all!" 

I tried to do as she asked, but her bucking was so violent that I had to let go of her tits to hold onto her hips if I wanted to have any chance to keep her pussy satisfied with my mouth. I knew the magic moment had arrived when she stopped the bucking and wrapped her legs around my head, squeezing them together as I slowed my mouth action to allow her to calm slowly from her orgasm. I could feel tremors and shakes as she felt her whole body trembling from the moment. Mandy still had her legs wrapped around my head and neck, but I could feel them starting to relax. When they had relaxed sufficiently to pull them back apart, I moved my body over hers and kissed her hard. My face was a wet mess as was the bed under her pussy, but she kissed back with passion and soon had wrapped her legs around my waist. 

"Are you ready to stick that hard cock into me?" she laughed. 

I assume it was a rhetorical question, my hard cock was poking against her stomach and it was heading for the entrance to her pussy without any conscious effort on my part. Mandy loosened her leg grip on me long enough to allow my cock to find that entrance and soon I was sliding it as far into her as possible. 

Mandy moaned at the feel, her pussy was filled again, just as it had been 2 nights ago. 

"You know I like this. Long and slow. I want you in me forever. Let me feel you slide back and forth. Tell me what it feels like." She murmured as I was stroking in and pulling back. 

"You feel wonderful. So hot and wet, just like it should be. You fit all around me, I feel at home in your pussy." 

"Mmmmm. I like that. Stay in me, I want to feel you touch every part of me inside. We're so close like this." 

I was sliding my cock in and then back out, no hurry to my efforts. Mandy was pushing up to meet me and we found our rhythm quickly and it was a comfortable feel for each of us. I tried to keep my attention centered on Mandy's pleasure, I did not want to end this too soon for either of us. She had come already but I had not so I had to fight off my body's desire to get myself off quickly. I knew it would happen but wanted to let this feeling last as long as I could. 

"This is great. I could stay here all day doing this. After you get me off once I can keep this up almost forever!" Mandy sighed into my ear. 

I was happy to try to keep it going, but I hadn't gotten off yet and my own libido was strong enough I knew that I would be ready for my own release before much longer. Hoping Mandy was overly optimistic about going all afternoon, I was starting to feel the familiar tingling in my loins, knowing it meant I was going to be losing my battle with control and would soon fill Mandy's pussy with a load of hot semen. I could sense that her body was also getting tense with what I knew was an approaching orgasm. Much as we would have like to keep fucking this way, I knew it would not last that much longer. Mandy's movements had gotten more erratic as we came together and moved apart and the rhythm we had developed was not rhythmic any longer. Mandy was moaning into the air with each stroke of my cock into her pussy and before I could anticipate, she tightened her muscles around me with her own orgasm in full force. My cock had been getting ready but now it too found the end of the road and was spurting its hot contents deep into Mandy's womb. We each held the other as our joint climax continued to bring us closer together. 

After several minutes the high started to fade and Mandy said "Stay inside me, I love the feel of you." 

My cock had started to shrink, but it had a ways to go before it would be too limp to stay put. Mandy kept her legs wrapped around my waist and I was supporting my weight on elbows and knees. 

She started to giggle "How long do you think we can stay like this?" 

"Not as long as I would like, but after I pull out I can put it back in later." I offered. 

Mandy giggled again, squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles. To my dismay, my cock was ready for a rest, but would be back for more shortly if I had any say. The next squeeze of her muscles forced the now limp organ out and Mandy offered a goodbye to my cock "Awww. See you again soon." 

We each laughed at the play and lay with each other here in the bedroom for several minutes just holding and caressing the other. I heard the clock chime 3 and offered "I was thinking of a swim this afternoon. Want to go down to the beach?" 

"Think Gina will be there?" Mandy asked. 

"I really don't know. You are more familiar with her than I, what do you think?" 

"She is kind of hard to figure some times, so I can't really guess. Let's go and see." Mandy replied. 

I got my trunks on and then an old t-shirt. Mandy fished her bikini out of her suitcase and put it on, commenting "I'm really wet here. Are you that sloppy of an eater or do I just get that wet when you eat me?" 

"I think it is some of both." I laughed. 

Mandy did a bit of cleanup in the bathroom before pulling her bottoms up and then we headed out the back door. 

We got to the beach and set up the towel as normal, but did not see Gina anywhere. There were the usual beach goers and we sat to watch them for a bit. 

"See any tits you like?" Mandy kidded. 

"I see a few, but I don't see yours." I prodded her. 

She looked at me for a second and then around the beach at the number of people here. 

"You said the other day you were thinking about taking the top off, was that just thought or are you up for it now?" I kept after her. I wasn't going to push too hard, but wondered how she might have changed over the past few days. She had been willing to take her shirt off in front of me as she tried a dress on and that dress showed a lot of her breasts when she wore it. I saw a faint flush of red on her face, but she reached behind her back and loosened the catch. 

"OK, here goes." She said as the top fell to her lap. 

Mandy looked around to see if anyone was watching, but she could not see anyone paying any more than cursory notice to her as she sat there with her breasts exposed. 

"You know, this feels kind of nice, the sun is warm and I feel excited, almost like I did when I was in France going out without any panties on under my dress. It makes me feel sexy." 

The red on her face was now gone, replaced with a big smile. She had not gotten that much sun so far, but did show tan lines from her top. The light brown nipples were just starting to emerge, perhaps a result of the air blowing across them now that they were free from confinement in her top. 

I started to kid further. "How about the bottoms?" 

Mandy's eyes got big and she said quickly "Not a chance big guy. My bare pussy is for your eyes only. I am not going to put it on display for all these people here." 

She knew I was kidding, but I did like what she had said about her pussy being mine alone. My cock was already starting to anticipate the next visit inside that wonderful pussy. 

Mandy had brought her book, but we just sat and made small talk for the first few minutes. I glanced around to look at some of the other people but the beach today was much the same as it was every other day. Mandy was doing some casual people watching too and our time here was slow and enjoyable. After 20 minutes of small talk, I decided to take my swim. 

"I am going to swim now, do you want to try with me?" I asked. 

"I'm not much of a swimmer, I don't think I could make it nearly half as far as you go out. I will stay here and read while you are gone. Will you be swimming naked today?" 

I guess she had noticed me the other afternoon. "I always swim nude in the ocean. Somehow it seems freer that way." 

"I'll miss you." She kidded as I started pulling my trunks off. 

"Same here." I answered. 

I did my normal mile out and then back as usual. Today, I was a bit winded, I had missed the past few days, but would suffer that kind of lapse for the experience I had enjoyed during that time. 

Mandy was reading her book when I got back to the beach, but she put it down and whistled at me as I got closer to the beach towel. Several others nearby looked over at the sound of her whistle, but went back to their own activity after a quick look. I sat on the towel to let the sun dry me and Mandy went back to reading. She still had the top off, now appearing much more at ease with the situation. Once sufficiently dry I suggested we head back to the house, I did not want to chance either of us burning in the tropical sun. Mandy put her top back on as I found and donned my trunks. A few minutes and a short walk later and we were again on the back patio of my house. 

"Shower?" I suggested. 

Like Gina a few days earlier, Mandy looked toward the back door, but I gestured toward the outdoor enclosure and she got quiet. 

"Can anyone see us in there?" 

"No, we are out of sight here. Nice and private. Want to give it a try?" 

I thought I saw some uncertainty on her face, but she was stripping out of her bikini as I watched, so I followed by losing my own suit. We walked naked across the patio and entered the outdoor enclosure. I turned on the water and once warm, handed Mandy the soap. She started lathering up and I offered to help. 

"I know what kind of help you want to give." She laughed. 

"So? I know you like it and I certainly do." I answered. 

"You know I like it, but I just can't out here. Maybe in time, but right now just being naked outside is enough excitement for me." 

"No problem." I said as I reached around to do her back. 

Mandy washed off my back as well and even reached around to give my cock a few strokes, but pulled away quickly before things could get out of hand. I didn't mind, being here with her was pleasant in itself. 

The sun was mostly gone by the time we finished and dried off. I thought about cooking, but decided that I would wait for tomorrow where I would have more time to prepare something nice. I suggested we go into Marigot and try one of the French cafes there. Mandy liked the suggestion, so we found casual clothes and took the short ride. 

Dinner was good, but somehow, not quite up to what the dinner had been 2 nights ago. Maybe we had been spoiled by our experience, maybe the circumstances made the meal taste better, whatever the reason, dinner was less than we anticipated. 

I don't want to suggest dinner was bad, it wasn't, just not quite up to what we were expecting. After returning to the house late, we headed back into the bedroom. Naked, Mandy again demanded I eat her before we got down to making love. She seemed to like the sensations of my mouth on her pussy and once she got off the first time, she would want to keep fucking for long minutes afterward. I couldn't complain, I was having a wonderful time myself, either eating or stroking. We spent several hours enjoying each others body and once again, Mandy was complaining about the wet spot she was lying in. 




Charlie Ch. 02



This is the second chapter in the Charlie series. This series is completely fiction, the people, places, and events are figments of my imagination (or fantasies) and are purely for the joy of the reader.

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I had only been home for a few days when I got a text from Casey seeing if I wanted to meet for coffee. Obviously I accepted. We scheduled for the next Saturday morning. It was the longest nine days of my life. I hadn't been but three weeks since Sarah's graduation party but we had already planted the seeds to a long lasting friendship.

The coffee 'date' arrived and I ended up showing up twenty minutes early because I was so excited to see Casey. I missed the comfort that I felt when I looked into her eyes. That feeling was settled when we sat drinking coffee talking about anything and everything for what seemed like no time at all but four hours had already passed before she got a serious look on her face and just stared out into nothingness. 

"What's that look for?" I asked

"Just thinking about the future and stuff."

I had an inkling and asked, "Like Collin future and stuff?"

"Yeah, partially" Casey said, "thinking about the future sucks."

"At least you have a boyfriend, I still haven't had a steady girlfriend yet" I said looking up in to her eyes and suddenly getting a feeling that everything would be ok.

The rest of the summer flew by and we were always together during the next two years of school it seemed. We still had separate groups of friends but would ditch them at any time to be together. I never wanted to admit my crush on Casey but I would hug her and linger a little longer than a friend would or flirt with her and she would always give me 'the look'. I didn't mind, I got to have my fun and then I got to stare right back into those eyes. Plus you know me, I like to tease.

Saturday coffee dates became a weekly occurrence for us. We talked about everything. My girl crushes or who else I might have an interest in pursuing if they weren't straight, and I would always teasingly ask her if Collin grossed her out enough for her to give me a chance (I was never actually joking, I just played it off that way) she always rolled her eyes at my repetitive teasing.

One Saturday towards the end of senior year she showed up with the biggest smile on her face. It was contagious so naturally I was smiling when I asked, "What happened to you?" adding a chuckle at the end.

"Last night, after nearly four years together, Collin took my virginity"

The smile was instantly wiped off my face.

"Ew, gross, straight sex" I said making an icky face trying to cover my reaction to the news.

I think she noticed and said, "I have to hear about all your girl crushes!"

"Yeah but I never follow through with them, none of them feel like the one" I said looking deep in to her eyes and knowing already who the one was.

I know it's selfish of me, but I always hoped that Casey and Collin would break up. The last few weeks of school were gone in the blink on an eye by and Casey and I were inseparable. Collin stuck around and once graduation came around, both Casey and Collin ended up accepting jobs not too far away from Tucker while I was about an hour away.

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It was our graduation day that I remember most vividly as the day that Casey kissed me for the first time. We had planned a meeting spot for after the graduation ceremony and she was already there waiting for me. She ran up to me, hugged me, and kissed me of the cheek. I don't know what was said after that. The only thing I recall is the burning sensation that was the outline of her lips on my cheek. I couldn't help it, I kept touching the spot and I probably had a dumb grin on my face for the next week.

The grin on my face didn't subside until I got a call from Casey three weeks after graduation saying that said Collin had proposed and that she had said yes. Life was a blur after that, nothing mattered, I didn't even respond to Casey most of the time. I was numb but threw myself into my work to get my mind off it.

The shock to my heart lasted a few weeks but I eventually got over the initial shock and started responding again with the response that work had been crazy (I worked at a hospital in the administrative section so it was partially true). I figured I didn't want to lose her friendship so I would just deal with it. Deep down I think I always knew that Casey and Collin would end up together.

Casey and I were still close; we shared all of our problems and desires. I would never admit it, but on their wedding day I shed a tear because my heart had been slowly and methodically torn in half by the beautiful bride without her even knowing what she was doing to me. When I went to congratulate them, I hugged Casey and held on a bit longer than was necessary but I had to pull myself together and put on a face that said 'I couldn't be happier for you right now'.

Not much changed in the next two years. I worked the same job and hung out with other people that I met at the hospital. Somehow I ended up being the only chick in a group full of guys. One evening at the bar, one of them brought up the 'fresh out of college' new girl that just got hired. I was told she was gorgeous. While I was not hiding that I was a lesbian, I also wasn't advertising it around the hospital so only a few of my closer buddies knew.

The gossip that I heard was that the new nurse had turned down dates from the majority of the guys that I talked to. Her 'ice queen' status intrigued me and I had formed my own theory as to why. It was three weeks later that I finally had a conversation with her.

She was standing near the coffee vending machine hitting it and looking frustrated.

"You don't want that shitty coffee that bad do you?" I asked in a friendly manner

She stood up straight and responded "No, I just need caffeine!"

She looked exhausted but the guys were right, she was gorgeous. Petite, my guess would be five foot one, hazel eyes, thin but with curves in the right places, and wavy dirty blond hair. I thought I'd take a chance and tease and flirt with her while still getting some information about her all in one.

"With a body like that, you so tired because your boyfriends keep you up too late last night?" I asked with a mischievous grin on my face. I think she was shocked that a complete stranger would be so up front with her.

"Don't have one" she replied with a questioning look on her face. (I guess ice queen fit her pretty well)

"Charlie" I reached out my hand to shake hers "sorry, I'm the unofficial comedian here at the hospital. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" I said, a genuine apologetic look on my face. 

I added "let me make it up to you, I buy you a cup of real coffee, after work? I know a great place about a block away." (Smooth right?)

She furrowed her eyebrow trying to make up her mind. 

She sighed very heavily as the pent up stress left and replied with, "that would be lovely."

"Cool, meet me in the lobby at five"

"I'll be there"

Before I left my office for the evening I put on some perfume, straightened out my shortish hair, and grabbed my jacket. She was already waiting in the lobby when I got there.

"By the way, my name is Lindsey" she said finally accepting the hand shake I offered her earlier.

We made idle chit chat on the way to the coffee shop, placed our orders, and picked out a table to share. Lindsey was the first girl that had sparked something deep inside of me since Casey. It turned out that we had a decent amount in common and I was interested in what could possibly blossom if we were to take our relationship farther. 

I took a chance and asked her "So do you know your nickname around the office?"

"Yeah, ice queen. Flattering isn't it?" as she rolled her eyes.

I liked her sense of humor, "So you already told me you didn't have a boyfriend, why won't you go out with any of the guys at the office, I know a bunch already posted that offer?"

She hesitated and looked into my eyes and saw that there was no malice in the question, "To be honest" she said, "I don't bat for that team."

"Join the club!" Was my response.

Her eyes widened a bit and then a smile of understanding crossed her face.

"And you're single?" she asked.

"Yeah" I sighed, "forever alone" I added with mock sobbing.

"We should hang out this weekend; you can show me around the city, I'm still new here"

"Like on a date?"

"If that's what you want"

"I'd like that very much but don't laugh at me if I'm a bit rusty, I haven't been on a date in over two years"

"Deal" Lindsey replied with a sweet smile.

We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways for the night. I was tired after a long day at work and although I played it cool during coffee, I realized after I left how tense I was. I took a deep breath to try to relax a little more, letting the stress of being alone with another woman for the first time in ages slip away.

Just before I went to bed that night I got a text that said "Thanks for the coffee"

"You're welcome, I enjoyed getting to know the office Ice Queen as a sweet little sexy thing"

"Haha. It was nice to actually open up to somebody. Don't have many friends here yet"

"You've got me now! Anything you want to talk about, I'm your girl!"

"Thanks, I appreciate it! Getting late, sleep tight"

"Thanks, try to keep warm Ice Queen"

"Shouldn't have a problem with that anymore"

"Night, talk to you tomorrow"

The next week was the first time I was legitimately excited since way before Casey got married. I couldn't stop texting Casey about the date. I think she was excited for me too, she had known I hadn't quite been as open with her since she got married but I was starting to open back up again and I think she liked that the old me was reemerging. The date was scheduled for Saturday night and it couldn't come fast enough.

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Lindsey and I had been texting all week. I came to the conclusion that she was definitely my type, not only could I have stared at her gorgeous petite frame for hours, she had a head on her shoulders, we had the same sense of humor and I could see my heart being repaired and consumed with her. We had talked about what we were looking for out of a relationship (not specifically ours) and it was pretty similar.

Saturday finally arrived. We had decided to do dinner at a fancy restaurant and then see a movie afterward. The restaurant Lindsey picked was a little hole in the wall Italian place that I drove by almost every day and never noticed, how she found it, I have no idea. I was told it was some of the best food in town but I don't really remember being able to taste too much. I was too mesmerized by my date.

It was approaching spring time but there was still a chill in the air. I have never been one hundred percent comfortable in my body even though others told me they would kill for it so I was wearing a nice pair of black skinny jeans and a nicer top that I had tried to get to show off what little cleavage I had. I looked good. Straight hair, makeup all done and the shirt actually worked.

I told Lindsey I would pick her up since she still wasn't so keen with directions around town. I arrived right at seven that evening (right on time for once). She lived in a small but nice apartment complex. 

As I knocked on her door I hear a soft "I'm just finishing up, come on in!"

So that's exactly what I did. I was surprised at how big her place was on the inside compared to what it looked like on the outside. I sat down on her couch in her nicely furnished living room waiting for her to make an appearance and what an appearance she made. She slowly emerged from the hall into the living room and I have no idea how long I stared for. 

She was in a short but still modest skin tight black dress that had no decoration except for the extra fabric that let the neckline dip far down between her perfect breasts putting her cleavage on display that put mine to shame. Her hair was slightly curlier than normal and she was wearing this subtle green eye shadow that perfectly highlighted her hazel eyes. Her lean muscled legs were on display due to the heels she was wearing (if I would have worn heels that high I would have already fallen on my face but she pulled them off with the greatest of ease). 

"You got some drool on your chin" she said seductively walking towards me (my chin wasn't the only thing that was soaked). She leaned her face in close to mine as she took my chin between her thumb and pointer finger. I was helpless, I was paralyzed, my brain had shut down. 

She tried not to giggle as she kissed me lightly on the cheek "thanks for the best compliment anybody has ever given me" she said.

It took awhile for my brain to reboot and process what she had said "Wha, oh *cough* uhh yeah you're welcome *cough*" was my response (smooth, right?)I could tell she wanted to laugh at my reaction but I already had told her that I would make her pay if she teased me about being rusty on dates.

"Ready to eat? I'm starving!"

All I could manage was a slight nod as she reached for my hand and waited for me to lead her to the car. My brain started functioning almost normally and I had enough common sense to open her car door for her. She smiled because I think she knew how shocked I was at her appearance. 

We drove in comfortable silence for most of the way until I could finally form words, "You look gorgeous" was all I could manage.

She knowingly smiled at me and intertwined my fingers with hers. The drive to the restaurant wasn't far and I wish it was longer. My hand felt cold and empty when we made it to the restaurant. We were seated immediately right in the middle of the crowded area. Not ideal but we dealt with it. I honestly couldn't tell you how the food tasted; I was too entranced by Lindsey.

The date went great. My brain had finally recovered but there were numerous occasions when Lindsey had to draw my eyes away from her chest. What could I say, it was a major distraction.

A thought crossed my mind more than once and I finally worked up the nerve to ask, "would you like to skip the movie and go straight back to my place and have a glass of wine and watch a movie there? I have a pretty decent selection!"

"Are you sure I can trust you?" she asked, "your eyes have been devouring me all night" she said with a smirk on her face.

"I can't promise anything" I responded

"Okay" she said shyly. I was ecstatic. That means that the date had significantly improved since I picked her up at her apartment.

When we pulled up to my place, a small house that I had already paid off with the savings I had, I couldn't wait any longer. I turned the key in the lock, let Lindsey walk in the door first and as soon as I crossed the threshold of the door, I put both of my hands on her shoulders to make her stop walking. 

She obliged and I slid my hands from her shoulders down to around her waist and embraced her with my hips pushed up against her ass and my breasts pressed up against her upper back. I pressed my lips to the side of her neck.

"Thanks for understanding earlier...and not teasing me" I said softly, my lips brushing against her neck as I bent my head down. She turned to look me in the eyes, my arms still around her waist and before she could speak, I brought my lips softly to hers.

We both groaned. I had been anticipating our first kiss ever since she kissed my cheek earlier in the night. It was a deep long kiss filled with pent up passion. We just stood in the entryway, embracing and kissing. Our lips were sliding against each others; my tongue snaked out and caressed her lower lip begging for entry.

She obliged and slightly opened her mouth as her tongue peaked out and made contact with mine. This set me on fire. I slowly pushed her against the wall, all of my weight pushing against her and my hands slid down to her hips and stared to dig my fingers in. She arched her hips into mine and I pushed hers back against the wall. My right hand slid up between us and started to massage her tit. I slid my hand into the deep v of her dress and gently massaged her breast with the palm of my hand stimulating the tip of her nipple.

I slid my hand up to her shoulder and pushed her dress off and away from her shoulder. I repeated the same action on her other shoulder so that she was completely nude from the waist up. Her excitement showed in her hardened nipples. Her chest rising and falling as she sucked in deep breaths from how turned on she was. 

I touched foreheads with her, my breathing just as fast as hers "bed?" I asked

She pulled me in for another deep kiss as I backed her towards my bedroom, my hands on her hips guiding her backwards. We bumped into the couch and a few other things on the way, every time giggling. When we finally reached my bedroom, I pushed her until the back of her knees were pushed against my bed never losing the lip contact. I pushed her on her shoulders so that she fell gracefully on the bed.

Her eyes looking up at me, I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. My fingers slowly working down the buttons until they were all undone and I pushed the shirt off my shoulders and reached around my back to unhook my bra and let that fall to the floor as well. Although my nerves had taken over for the first part of the date, I was confident in my love making abilities, it was like riding a bike.

Lindsey's legs were still hanging over the edge of my bed as I slowly crawled up over her half naked body. When I reached where the dress ended and the flesh of her torso began, I began to kiss up her stomach and up between her breasts. I concentrated my kissing, sucking, and licking around and under her breast, making sure to pay special attention to the sensitive area right under her breast and along her ribcage. By this time she was sighing and moaning with almost every suck or nip.

I began to kiss up around her neck and sucked her earlobe into my mouth. I could feel the shiver that ran though her body. My mouth searched for hers as my body settled on top of hers and between her spread legs. With my left arm supporting me, my right hand made its way down to her leg and pulled it up and hooked it on my hip. My hand was stroking her toned thigh and pushed her dress up to her waist.

My hand was massaging the back part of her thigh and moved up to cup her ass in my hand. Moan. I shifted my hips off to the side and maneuvered my hand to cup her pussy though her sexy almost nonexistent panties. Gently rubbing her through the thin material her hips began to gyrate underneath me. I could feel her wetness though the material and needed to take it to the next level.

I slid my hand up enough to get my fingers under her panties. I wasted no time as my middle finger slid down her soaking slit. Her gyrating hips pushed my finger deeper as she was moaning. I made a quick but gentle swipe at her clit and then plunged my finger into her pussy with no resistance. 

Her hand pulled my face to hers as I added a second finger into her pussy. I crossed my fingers while still inside of her and began to curl them upwards to stroke the soft and spongy but very sensitive area. She sucked in a deep breath as a look of pure ecstasy crossed her face. Her internal muscles were clenching at my fingers and I could tell that she was close to release. Normally I was a tease but not tonight. 

I slid down her body while still keeping up the assault from my fingers in her pussy. I knew just the thing that would send her over the edge and I knew it wouldn't take long. 

My face was inches from her pussy as I heard her beg "Please Charlie!"

That was all the encouragement I needed. I sucked her clit between my lips while flicking the tip with my tongue. Her hips shot off of the bed as she reached her climax. I continued to stroke her g-spot and gently massage her clit with my tongue as I lapped up all of her juices so she could come down slowly from her high.




Charlie Ch. 02



When she finally calmed I climbed up the bed to lie next to her and watch the last of the pleasuring trembles run through her body. I loved looking at her in this just fucked state. Her eyes finally opened as her head rolled towards me and a big goofy grin was plastered on her face making her look even more stunning. 

I took in to account how ridiculous we both looked. Her with the beautiful dress scrunched around her middle and me with my pants and shoes still on, both with disheveled hair. And I couldn't help myself so I giggled.

"What?" Lindsey asked, a confused look crossing her face.

"Nothing lover" I said as I stood up from the bed and holding out my arms to signal Lindsey to get up too. She stood and I embraced her explaining what I thought was so funny.

"Well" she said "we better fix that" she said as her hands reached to unbutton my tight jeans.

It seemed like she took an eternity to removed my shoes first, then she stood back up, pressed herself against me and gave me a passionate kiss as her hands were caressing the small of my back. Our kiss deepened as her hands snuck down to cup my ass between the material of my jeans and panties. We just stood there kissing while she started kneading my ass. Eventually she started to slide my jeans down my hips as she was kissing her way from my mouth down to my chest.

Without warning she sucked my nipple into her hot mouth and my already wet panties were now soaked, sensations overloading my body. I was turned on from my earlier ministrations and from Lindsey's touch on my body. She kissed from my tit down farther as she pushed my jeans down around my ankles.

I stepped out of the jeans, the only piece of clothing left was my dripping panties. Lindsey was already on her knees as she pressed her face to my mound so she could kiss my pussy through the thin material. I moaned. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties and as soon as they were clear of my pussy Lindsey took one long lick of my slit making sure to brush my clit. My knees almost gave out at that point. I collapsed backward on the bed so that my legs were hanging over the edge and I was in the same position that I had eaten out Lindsey earlier.

She wasted no time in diving in, almost literally. As soon as her tongue made contact with my pussy I was filled with two fingers. I was seeing stars. I went from having to pleasure myself for two years to having one of the most beautiful women I have ever met fucking me senseless. All of the sensations that Lindsey was eliciting from my body on top of all of the pent up sexual frustration led me quickly to an explosive climax. I actually screamed and I am not usually a screamer.

She crawled up on the bed, both of us basking in the post sex glory and enjoying the last shivers of enjoyment that coursed through our bodies.

"How about a quick shower?" I asked "No funny business, after that I don't think I can handle much more" I added 

"I assume that to be an invitation to stay the night then?" she asked her eyes full of hope and curiosity.

"Nope I'm kicking you out!" I said trying to keep my laughter inside but failing miserably. 

"We'll see about that" she said as she slowly pushed her bunched up dress the rest of the way down her hips so it pooled on the floor. Both of us completely naked now we walked to the shower where we both washed each other intimately but nothing but kissing and caressing occurred, both of our over-sensitive bodies still needing recovery time.

We got out of the shower and each put on one of my oversized t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. Nothing flattering but Lindsey still looked stunning.

We made our way to the living room I told Lindsey to pick a movie from my collection as I got the wine. I emerged from the kitchen a few minutes later and just stood looking into the living room where Lindsey was already sitting on the couch and for the first time in a long time I was completely satisfied with life.

She had picked out The Lion King to watch. Which happenes to be one of my favorites. During the movie we finished the bottle, both shed a tear when Mufasa died, and ended up cuddling as close as possible to each other. By the end of the movie, both of our eyes were starting to drift shut.

I practically drug a half asleep Lindsey to my bed where my chest was spooned up against her back as we drifted off to sleep.

I woke late the next morning but when I came out of some of the sleepy haze I realized that I had my hand on Lindsey's breast. It was already late in the morning and I didn't want to waste the whole day so I started massaging her breast through the t-shirt. She slowly began to stir after I began to kiss the side of her neck and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. 

"mmmm I could get used to waking up like this" Lindsey mumbled

I rolled her on her back and asked "would you like this every morning?" 

Her eyes opened and looked deep into mine searching for my hidden meaning behind the question.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, maybe I am" I answered

She gave me her answer when she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a deeply passionate kiss.

We settled into a routine of getting lunch together every day at work. People close to us knew we were a couple but we didn't go around flaunting it. All of the guys I worked with were jealous but respected us. Some even gave me props for getting in to the Ice Queen's pants, I gave them dirty looks even though it made me beam on the inside.

--

A few months passed and we decided to move in together in my house because it was closer to work and since I already owned it, it would help Lindsey save up and help her pay off school loans. I had also recently run into a large chunk of money from inheritance from a relative that I only saw once or twice before. I guess I left a good impression and I was the only blood relative left, so lucky me.

I still talked to Casey almost every day. Lindsey had a bit of a jealous streak in her but had never felt Casey as a threat since she was married and I was never going to bring up my feelings for her. Life in general was good. I was happily living with my girlfriend, I was satisfied with work, and my best friend was happy in her marriage. Or so I thought.



Charlie Ch. 02



My second experience with Charlie really set be basis for our ongoing relationship. It had been more than a week since I had last seen her walking out of my house and frankly I did not expect to see her again.

It was Thursday night. Thursday night is the party night at our university (and almost every other university I have ever been to) because the clubs do not have cover charges and - most importantly - there are hardly any undergraduate courses that run on Friday morning. Sadly, as a postgrad I have to get up and work on Friday so partying is not an option.

I was accordingly in bed when I was rudely awakened by my doorbell. At first I thought I had imagined the noise, but this illusion was quickly dispelled when whoever it was started leaning on the bell. I tumbled out of bed and staggered to the door, fully expecting to find something unpleasant (for instance the police, or a bag of flaming dog doo with the rapidly fading backsides of some teen pranksters).

I was therefore pleasantly surprised when I found an inebriated Charlie swaying ever so slightly on the doorstep. I subtly steered her out of the doorway and over to the couch where she immediately started trying to pash me and stick her hand down my boxers.

She finally calmed down enough to say "You said I could come over if I wanted to fuck again. So here I am. I'm sooooo horny. All I've been able to think about all week is your tongue and your cock." I judged that she was probably sober enough to know what she was doing. She had after all found her way to my house by herself. I therefore decided to go with it.

Charlie had gone back to trying to push her tongue down my throat. I responded in kind and our tongues engaged in an epic struggle for supremacy. While we were doing that, Charlie manoeuvred herself so that she was straddling me. She was wearing a black and very tight-fitting strapless mini dress. By now it had worked itself up to the middle of her bum. I reached around and cupped her firm little buttocks, now only protected by her tiny lace panties.

Charlie responded by redoubling her attack on my mouth and grinding herself on my cock that was by this point forming a tent in my boxers. I continued to squeeze her arse with my right hand while I slid my left hand up her back to the top of her dress so that I could pull it down, exposing her braless breasts. I worked my hand around her body so that I could cup her chest and roll her hard nipple between my fingers.

Charlie gasped and threw her head back, breaking our kiss. I took advantage of her exposed neck and gently bit her, bringing about further squirming. The friction of her panty covered pussy on my cock was beginning to become unbearable. I returned both my hands to her backside and lifted her up as I stood. She helped me out by wrapping her legs around me and linking her ankles behind my back. I carried her to the bedroom, all the while making out furiously, before dumping her on the bed.

She looked so wanton lying on my bed with her dress around her middle, displaying her bare breasts and sheer black lace panties. I sensed that tonight was not about drawn out tender lovemaking. What we both needed was to get off with a good hard fuck. I quickly dropped my head to her breasts, taking each nipple in my mouth in turn. While doing this I slipped my hand into her panties and began to rub her very wet snatch. This cannot have lasted more than a minute before she pushed me up off her and exclaimed in a desperate voice "Fuck me for Christ's sake."

Never being one to pass up that kind of invitation, I stood up and hooked my fingers into the sides of her underwear, sliding them down her leg and throwing them over my shoulder. I then dropped my boxers and stepped out of them, causing my erect penis to bounce up and down. As I reached her the draw to get a condom Charlie said "Don't bother. I'm on the pill. Just fuck me."

I crawled on top of her, roughly pulled her legs apart and positioned myself at her entrance. I leant forward and forced my way into her tight passage. Unlike the first time I was not hesitant and gentle. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast. I slammed into her, increasing the pace with each thrust. Charlie seemed to be in another world. Her head was thrown back, with her mouth open and grunting with each impact. I assumed she was enjoying it because she was absentmindedly squeezing her nipples in turn.

I thought I would take it up a level so I grabbed Charlie's ankles and threw them over my shoulders as a continued to fuck her with deep long strokes. She seemed to like this new position. Her eyes flew open and she started gasping "Oh fuck" with each penetration. As good as this felt I wanted to do something else. I wanted to see what her prefect little arse looked like as I fucked her from behind.

I pulled out and rolled her over before pulling her up onto her knees with her bum up in the air. I ran the head of my cock down her crack before bringing it to rest at her entrance again. I grabbed hold of her narrow waist and impaled her. I quickly picked up the pace pulling her back onto me with my hands. The sight of my cock sliding into her between those perfect arse checks was amazing.

Charlie seemed to have her head buried in the pillow. It took me a while to realise that she was actually looking back under herself at my penis as it penetrated her. She pretty soon pushed herself up onto her elbows and then reached her hand back to furiously rub her clit as a continued to pound her from behind. This was all quickly becoming too much for me as I neared my climax. Thankfully Charlie seemed to be pretty close herself. She had started gasping "Yes" with each thrust when she started rubbing her clit. This steadily progressed in volume to the point where she was yelling at the top of her lungs.

I reached the point of no return and grunted "I'm cumming." 

Charlie nigh on screamed back "So am I. Yes. Yes. Yessss." As my cock spasmed and filled her with my seed, I felt the muscles of her tight, wet tunnel flutter around me as she too climaxed with one final moan of ecstasy. With that Charlie's legs gave out and we collapsed onto the bed together, me on top of her. I rolled off her, pulled us both under the covers, slipped my arm around her and pulled her into a kiss before we both fell asleep with Charlie's head resting on my chest.

*************

I awoke the following morning with Charlie still curled up against me. I slipped my arm out from underneath her without waking her and went about getting ready for the day. I am most productive in the morning so I try to be at my desk at 8.30am. I left some Ibuprofen and a glass of water on the bedside table, along with a note telling Charlie where I had gone and with directions on where to find food and a towel. I then kissed her on the forehead and headed off to Uni.

Charlie must have been fine with this approach as when I returned that evening she had left, but the drugs had vanished, the glass and a cereal bowl were in the drying rack, a damp towel hanging next to mine and a note on the bench with read simply

XXX

C

**************

This saw the beginning of a regular arrangement (for want of a better word) between Charlie and me. She would go out on Thursday night and turn up at my house at some point for a roll in the hay and to stay the night. I think she looked forward to it a great deal. She is actually quite committed to her studies, so she does not really have time for a boyfriend. However, she is also a horny little minx, so she needs a good fuck every so often to release the tension. I presented a good alternative to a boyfriend as I gave her what she needed (a body for sex, an ear for venting and shoulder for condolence) without asking anything of her outside of when she wanted me. I must admit, I think she sometimes considered the sex to be a form of rent for my time or for a place to sleep that did not require her to walk home, but even then I was not going to argue.

Over time I came to know what I termed to myself the three stages of Charlie drunkenness. These aligned almost perfectly with when Charlie turned up at my house. Level one was between zero and three on a scale out of ten. I came to know this as the Girlfriend Stage because Charlie would act like we were in a relationship. She would turn up between 9.30pm and 11.30pm, tipsy at most. If it were earlier she would generally want to talk to me about a problem, often with school work. If it were later she would probably have been out, but just not interested in getting drunk. These nights generally involved us watching TV, with Charlie snuggled up against me until she finally pulled me off to bed.

The Girlfriend Stage resulted in gentle caring sex with lots of foreplay, especially a lot of breast play. I'd try to make Charlie orgasm a couple of times with my fingers, tongue or even one of Emma's vibrators. We then had slow, tender sex with lots of kissing and eye contact, generally in the missionary or cowgirl positions (or even in spoon if we were feeling very lazy). This type of sex did not tend to get Charlie off (hence why it is important to make her climax during foreplay), but I really think she enjoyed the closeness. The look of satisfaction on her face when I finally came in her was wonderful. We always fell asleep with her curled up against my chest and my hand cupping her breast.

The second level of drunkenness is what I have come to term the Randy Stage (between four and seven out of ten). If Charlie turned up between about midnight and 2am she would be fairly inebriated (our first night together would have been a six) and have only one thing on her mind: getting ploughed. In other words, the mode of our interaction on those nights generally resembled our second night together, with a few variations. She would always start by turning up at my door and sticking her tongue in my mouth. Sometimes we would not make it to the bedroom, with her demanding that I take her immediately, bent over the couch or on the table. Interestingly, that only ever happened when she was wearing a skirt. I do not know if that meant she dressed based on the sex she wanted or modified her behaviour based on her clothes.

However, normally Charlie headed quickly for the bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind. I must say it was pretty arousing watching her backside disappear around the door, with her already topless, after she had just pashed me. By the time I caught up to her I generally had just enough time to finish undressing her before she quickly instructed me on what sexual acts she wanted. Sometimes she had me eat her out until she came and then roll her over and fuck her as hard as I could, resulting in an even bigger second orgasm. Sometimes she wanted to ride me, sitting astride me while she furiously rubbed her nipples and clitoris until she peaked. I found that extraordinarily erotic so stopping myself from cumming early was a challenge. Thankfully I quickly learnt Charlie's tells so I can quite successfully culminate with her.

The third regular in our Randy Stage rotation was my favourite. Charlie would push me back on the bed and throw her leg over my head putting us in the 69 position. While I attacked her juicy little clam with my mouth, Charlie would grab hold of my cock and gently work it with her hand while giving the tip occasional licks and kisses. Her aim was to just keep me hard (I do not really think it is a problem, but I do not complain). My aim on the other hand was to get her off. When she got very close (I could tell because she got very still and forgot what she was doing with my member) she would lift herself off my face, slide down my body and impale herself in the reverse cowgirl position in one smooth motion. The first time she did this I was quite surprised, expecting her to just climax on my face. It generally took about two bounces on my cock before she arched her back with her face towards the ceiling, let out a shriek of pleasure and had what she assured me were some of the most powerful orgasms she ever had. She then collapsed forwards onto my legs. I generally ejaculated as she climaxed through shear erotic thrill, but if not I slid out from under her, pulled her legs apart and had my way with her as she lay flat on the bed in a daze. I do not think she actually knew what I was doing after she came, but she did not seem to mind.

The final form I have dubbed the Smashed Stage (eight to ten). Thankfully I have only actually seen this once. Apparently Charlie's friends had taken her out drinking for her birthday and she had not held back. Consequently I was woken at 3am by her hammering on my doorbell. When I opened the door she fell on me as she had been leaning on it. She was babbling inanely about how drunk she was, that she liked Jagerbombs and even one passage that I interpreted as "Yous has the most wonzerful cock." I was not particularly happy, I must say. I thought my days of looking after drunken teenagers were way behind me, but what can you do? I made her drink some water, got her a bucket in case she vomited, stripped her and put her in bed. While I was taking her clothes off she kept making lude statements like "I'vez been thinking about you all night, I wanted to fuck you onz the dance floor," and "I love your big fat frobbing dick in my cunt." When I pulled her underwear off she blurted out "Arez you going to has your wicked way wiz me?" and then giggled. I assumed it was the booze talking. I certainly was not in the mood having been woken up so late. Pulled the covers over Charlie and turned off the light. By the time I slid into bed next to her she had fallen asleep and I assumed that was the end of it.

I must say I did underestimate her stamina. Being woken up by having a dripping wet teenage pussy being lowered onto your face is a unique experience. I was surprised for a second or two before Charlie moaned from above me "It's my birthday and I'm so horny. Please make me cum" before grinding herself on my nose. By the sound of her voice and the positioning of her body I could tell her was kneeling over my head, holding onto the headboard of the bed. I reached up, grasped a buttock in each had and went about my task with gusto.

I think she must have been playing with herself for a while before she decided to use me because she was very wet indeed. I decided this was not the time to play games so I grabbed her clit between my lips and pulled the little nub into my mouth, sucking as hard as possible. Charlie went wild. She stated thrashing around on my face, thumping the head board with her fist and screaming "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK." Then she froze, her whole body tensed up, she grunted "AAAAAAH. YES!" and then toppled off me sideways.

I was shocked, but what I did know was that I had a raging hard-on that needed to be quenched. I rolled on top of the nigh on comatose Charlie, hooked her legs over my shoulders and sunk into her I one push. I was so aroused I came within five strokes before collapsing back onto the bed and fell straight asleep.

When I awoke I was not sure the events of the previous night were not a dream. I was only convinced it had happened when I slipped my hand between the legs of the still sleeping Charlie and found my semen drying on her inner thighs. With that came my recollection that Charlie had mentioned it was her birthday, and then a bolt of inspiration. I quietly got dressed and rushed down to the major shopping centre and into the biggest lingerie store just as they opened. I picked out a cute little black lace demi-bra and thong set in Charlie's size and preferred brand (I had checked the ones she was wearing) and got the shop girl to gift wrap it. I raced home, wrote "Happy Birthday, XXX" on the tag and left it on the bedside table with the normal provisions.

Charlie for her part claims not to remember even leaving the club, let alone walking to my house or anything that followed. However, when I got home that night there was a note on the bench that read "I love them. XXX." I'm happy to say those undergarments do make regular appearances at my house, especially for the Girlfriend Stage when undressing is more of a game. I do not know if that is Charlie trying to please me but I do not mind.

These Thursday night liaisons made up the bulk of my engagement with Charlie. Really, the only sign that she was ever at my house was a towel in the bathroom that I kept for her and a pair of her underwear that she would leave in my washing basket so that it would be clean for her the next week. We did see each other at other times as later stories will attest, but generally we were both just a convenient source of sexual and emotional fulfillment for each other. Neither of us wanted anything more so it worked perfectly.



Charlie Ch. 02



*****

We awoke on Friday morning in the same position we had gone to sleep. I was holding Mandy in my arms and she was snuggling herself into me. As yesterday, we were brought out of our sleep by Brigit's cheery greeting. 

"Bonjour Meester Charlie. Bonjour Mees Mandy." 

Mandy seemed less self conscious and did not pull up the sheet to cover us as Brigit went into the bathroom and replaced the towels. After Brigit had left the room I offered "shower?" 

"OK, but remember, no fooling around while Brigit is here." Mandy reminded me. 

I put on my sad face, but pulled her out of bed and toward the shower. Mandy was not hesitant this morning and we took a few more minutes to get each other totally clean. 

Brigit cooked breakfast again and once finished, I was looking for something to do today. I was almost done with Tom Clancy so thought maybe a trip to the beach. We could go down early before the heat got too bad and get in a few rays. I was going to make the suggestion to Mandy when she and Brigit walked into the room together saying they would be back in a bit. They did not offer where they were headed and I was surprised enough not to ask. I soon heard the unmistakable sound of Brigit's ancient vehicle start and pull out of the drive. 

"I guess it's you and me, Tom" I said to the empty room around me. 

With only 20 pages left, it did not take long to finish and I had figured out most of what was happening early on. I still enjoyed his style of writing and would continue to read his books. I puttered around the house for a while, not sure what I wanted to do and still uncertain of when the women would return. As I pondered my next action, the sat phone rang. Not too many people had the number, most of them the colleagues I worked with every day in New York. Wondering what sort of calamity might need my attention during my vacation, I answered. "Hello?" 

"Hi Charlie. It's Gina. Is that offer of dinner still open?" she asked. 

I realized she must have the number from when Mandy used the phone to call her from France. 

"Of course. You're welcome any time." I replied. 

"How about now? Anything going on that can't be interrupted?" she asked. 

"Nothing. Are you OK? Any problems?" I asked, wondering about her tone. 

"No problems, just kind of lonely around here. I didn't realize how empty it would be without Mandy here and I decided to give up on finding any nice guys for now." She answered.

"Come on over. Mandy and Brigit have gone out for a while, but I am here looking for something to do. Keep me company until they get back." I joked. 

Gina laughed with me and said she would be by shortly. 

Now that my mind was jogged about the dinner I had promised Mandy and Gina, I took a few minutes to put together a sweet spicy glaze for the shrimp I was planning to grill later this afternoon. True to her word, there was a knock at the door less than 30 minutes later. Gina came in at my offer, wearing a tight t-shirt and the jogging shorts I had given her the other morning. No bra and no real sag to those 'hooters'. I wondered for a minute if she wanted to return the shorts but decided she would not have been wearing them if that was her intention. 

"Can I offer you something? The coffee is still hot and there is fresh orange juice in the fridge. I think I saw a few extra croissants too." 

"The juice would be nice. I try not to drink too much coffee, the caffeine is not good for you." She replied. 

I remembered Mandy saying she was a health nut so offered the juice and unplugged the coffee pot. 

"So what is this about being lonely?" I started. 

"Yeah, who woulda thunk? I don't really understand why, but once Mandy left, things seemed different. I tried to go out but nothing excited me. I made the beach yesterday, but it just wasn't the same. I know we aren't that close, but being all alone was just strange. Even the guys who wanted to hook up with me didn't do anything for me and I turned them all down." Gina said with a nervous laugh. "Doesn't sound like me, huh?" 

She did sound different and I hoped that asking Mandy to stay with me wasn't going to be a problem. I know she didn't blame me for the issue, but I couldn't help but feel a little guilty because of it. 

"Hey, enough about me. How are you and Mandy doing?" Gina tried changing the subject. 

"Everything's good so far. She is going to see if she can add a week to her vacation and stay longer." 

"I wish I could do that too. I have to get back this weekend." she added. 

"Sorry to hear that. I love this island and wish I could spend more time here." 

Gina had brightened a bit but was starting to look sad again as we talked. I could sense something on her mind so asked. "Anything wrong? You look pensive. Just thinking about leaving and going home?" 

Gina thought a minute then bit her lip before saying "Charlie, Can I ask a big favor? I know it might be a lot to ask especially with Mandy here and all, but is there any chance I can stay over tonight? I just don't want to be alone in that room again tonight. I promise I will stay out of sight and you won't even know I am here." 

I looked at the sadness in her eyes, now starting to tear up. I moved close enough to put an arm around her shoulders and held her close. "You are welcome to stay the night and as long as you want. You know you have friends here. Don't let a little loneliness get you down." 

"Thanks Charlie, this means a lot to me." Gina sniffed a little as she said the last. 

"One condition, though" I offered, trying to look as stern as I could." You have to get happy. This is not a refuge for sad but beautiful women. Wipe away those tears and cheer up!" I joked. 

Gina smiled as I said this and hugged me close. I could feel her wonderful breasts pressed hard against my chest and hoped that I would not be showing any kind of arousal. I had no intention of doing anything with Gina again, but sometimes the flesh is weak. Right now, the feel of those huge tits against me was causing a twinge in my boxers. We heard Brigit's car returning and pulled apart before they came into the house. I wasn't worried that Mandy might think me unfaithful, but not being seen in an embrace with Gina would prevent some uncertain moments. 

*****

Mandy and Brigit came in talking a mile a minute. They were speaking French, Mandy having improved hers lately by talking with Brigit. Mandy was carrying a few bags but both women stopped talking as they saw Gina. 

"Gina! I missed you." Mandy said excitedly. 

The women hugged each other and Brigit added her greeting "Hello, Mees Gina." 

"I needed to get away from that room, it was too lonely without you there." Gina started. 

Mandy looked at her questioningly, but said nothing. 

Jumping in I asked "So where did you 2 ladies get to?" 

Mandy got a funny smile on her face before saying "Brigit took me shopping. I got a few things I think you will like." 

"And what might that be?" I asked with some curiosity. 

"Stay there and I will be right back." Mandy said. 

Gina and I looked at each other, then at Brigit. She did not offer anything either by voice or expression, so we would have to wait for Mandy. She came out of the bedroom wearing some new clothes. She might have been a clone of Brigit, each wore similar short skirts and light tops. 

Mandy came close to us and turned to model the new look. 

"Brigit took me to get some new things. What do you think?" 

This was the uniform that I called the clothing most French women seemed to wear here on the island. The skirt was 4 or 5 inches above her knees and the top had large holes for the arms. I knew that one could get a nice profile view of the wearer's breasts when the arms were raised. 

"Very nice." I offered. 

Gina nodded as Mandy continued to slowly turn to give us a good look. She then put her arms just above shoulder height and asked "How about now?" 

I could see the full view of her breasts in the arm holes as could Gina. 

"Brigit says you like watching her boobies while she works." She thought you might like me to wear this too." 

Brigit was snickering off to the side and I felt my face get red. I was busted and wondered how long Brigit had known and if it bothered her. Evidently not, she had never said anything nor changed her wardrobe for me. Mandy and Brigit had started giggling as I stood there at a loss for words. Soon Gina picked it up and all the women were laughing at my expense. 

I guess I deserved it but what was a guy to do. If the view was offered, I couldn't very well ignore it, could I? 

After a few more minutes of fun at Charlie's expense, the laughing slowed and Gina asked with a bit of evil on her face "any chance you have another that might fit me?" 

Gina was 6 inches taller than Mandy, but had a narrow waist and hips. I wasn't sure they could share clothes, but Mandy replied "I bought 2 tops and 2 skirts. Let's see if you can fit into the other set." 

They went laughing into the bedroom and I was left standing with Brigit. She was still snickering with a smug look on her face, but I wasn't angry at her. It was my own fault for looking and she had some fun because of my ogling. 

"I will be leaving now, meester Charlie." Brigit said. 

"Thanks for taking Mandy out. See you tomorrow, Brigit." I responded as she walked out the door. 

Mandy and Gina came out of the bedroom a couple of minutes later. I could hardly believe the picture before me. Mandy looked as she had moments before, but the transformation for Gina was incredible. The skirt that was a few inches above Mandy's knees barely fell below Gina's ass. She was showing a lot of leg. The top was big enough that it was not tight on her larger frame and when she raised her arms as Mandy had done, her tits almost completely filled the arm hole. It was an impressive sight and both women were aware of how hot she looked. 

Mandy started "What do you think, Charlie?" 

"I don't think you have to ask me what I think. She looks damn good in that outfit. If I wasn't already taken I might have some thoughts about what I would like to do with her." 

Mandy blushed at the reference to me being taken, but Gina liked my compliment to her and looked to Mandy with what I thought might be a bit of envy about our relationship. 

"This is really comfy. Maybe I will have to get  a couple to take home with me." Gina said. 

"I can take you back to that store tomorrow if you want." Mandy replied. 

I knew Gina did not have any trouble attracting attention, but in that outfit she would have to beat the men off with a stick. 

*****

"I invited Gina to spend the night." I said to Mandy. "She wants to be with friends her last night here." 

"Great. We can all have a good time and then see you off tomorrow. I need to call my boss now and see if I can stay longer, but if not, I might be on that same plane with you." Mandy answered. 

Gina blushed a bit, but came over and wrapped her arms around both of us. "I am glad to have such good friends. Now, before any of us gets too emotional, what are we going to do this afternoon?" 

"I was thinking a light lunch and then a few hours on the beach. Any other thoughts?" I started. 

"Sounds good to me, how about you Mandy?" Gina replied 

"Fine. I need to finish getting rid of some of my tan lines anyway." Mandy said before thinking about her words. 

Gina looked at her with a growing smile. "Does that mean you took the top off? In front of other people?" 

"Yes it does!" 

Well, I guess that settled that. 

The leftover croissants from breakfast along with some fruit from the fridge made a quick and light lunch. Mandy went into the bedroom to get her suit while I brought in Gina's case from the rental. I put it into one of the extra bedrooms and she opened it to dig out her suit. She took my arm and kissed me on the cheek before I left, thanking me again for letting her stay. 

Mandy was on the phone when I walked into the bedroom. I got the idea she was asking for more time off from the one side of the conversation I was able to hear. 

"Woo hoo! One more week here in paradise with you!" she said after disconnecting, then wrapping her arms around me and kissing with some passion. I wasn't immune to the feelings, but knew if we got started, Gina would be going to the beach by herself. I thought time with us would help her mood and I knew Mandy and I would have more than enough time for us in the next week. I pulled us apart, explaining my thoughts to Mandy who agreed. She stripped out of her new attire and pulled on her suit as I did the same. 

After making sure we had the requisite sunglasses, block, beach towels and anything else we could think of, the 3 of us headed down the path and onto the familiar beach. We set up our towels and settled in to get some sun. It was early enough in the afternoon that the temperature was hotter than I would have liked, but we managed. Once sitting in place, Mandy unhooked her top and removed it as Gina watched. I did not have to kid with her to get her started today and Gina followed with her own. Gina did not stand to remove the top today, but several others on the beach near us noticed as it came off. Mandy seemed a lot more comfortable topless on the beach this afternoon and the 3 of us sat in the sun talking about this or that for some time. 

I decided it was time for my swim, so stood and removed my trunks. In unison, I heard 2 whistles as my trunks hit the ground and I saw Gina and Mandy look at each other then burst into laughter. Their whistles and subsequent laughter had attracted the attention of a number of others who looked over in time to see me standing there naked. I did not usually even think about being seen naked on this beach, but now I felt a flush of embarrassment come over me standing here. Not knowing what else to do, I tried my best Arnold impression, saying "I'll be back!" before heading into the water. 

The water felt great against my skin, just as it always did. The time I spent doing this gave me a chance to reflect on goings on in my life and right now life was good. I spent a few minutes thinking about the 2 half naked women I had left on the beach and soon had to put that image out of my mind, the growth in my crotch would soon interfere with the swim. I did my mile out and then returned to the beach, anxious to get back to the women. Alone time with Mandy was great, but having Gina join us would make for a nice evening. 

Mandy and Gina were where I had left them, each now lying on her back to catch some sun. Gina's large breasts were an impressive sight, even as she lay there sunning. I sat and both opened their eyes and sat up. 

"How was the water?" Mandy asked. 

"Great. There is nothing like the feel of swimming naked in an endless ocean. Maybe one day you might want to try it." I answered. 

"Maybe I will." She finished. 

"If I remember right, you said something about cooking dinner for us, didn't you?" Gina asked. 

"You remember right. I'll wait a few more minutes here to dry and then we can go back up. It is still early to eat, but I do need to get a few things started." I said. 

Dry and ready to go back, I got up and pulled on my suit. The women each put away little odds they had with them and we gathered up the towels to leave. I did notice that neither of them put her top back on for the walk to the house. DéjàVu all over again, I followed Gina's nice ass up the path to the back gate, Mandy preceding Gina. 

"Shower anyone?" I asked. 

Mandy and Gina each looked toward the outdoor shower. There was enough room for the 3 of us to fit, but it would be a lot cozier than with 2. Mandy wasn't certain about getting in with Gina there, saying "How about if Gina goes first, then we can each take a turn?" 

Gina understood her uneasiness so just agreed rather than make any suggestion otherwise that might turn uncomfortable. She walked to the enclosure first and then pulled the bottom of her suit off to wash the salt, sand and oil off her body. Once finished, she walked out naked to the cupboard and retrieved a clean towel to dry off. She had left the bottoms of her suit sitting on the shower wall and apparently had forgotten to bring them with her as she came over to the table where Mandy and I were sitting. Mandy looked at her without any clothes on, an uneasy expression on her face. Gina noticed and with an apology quickly wrapped the towel around her waist and went into the house to get some clothes on. 

Mandy took her turn, slowing for a minute before removing the lower part of her suit as she washed. I considered getting in with her while Gina was gone, but knowing her concern about others seeing us doing anything, I let the thought go and just waited my turn. Mandy had gotten a towel out before she started and once done, wrapped it around herself, this time above her breasts. She also went inside to dress while I took my turn in the shower. Both women were now dressed and standing outside the circle of water, just watching as I soaped up and rinsed. They were talking and giggling, but low enough I could not hear what they were saying. Mandy had brought out shorts and shirt for me, so I dressed in front of them after I had dried off. 

The women sat on the patio talking while I worked in the kitchen to prepare the food. I was making grilled shrimp with the glaze I had prepared earlier, a jalapeno cornbread and fruit salad. We decided the food was more suited to beer drinking than to wine, so Mandy dug out Heinekens for all of us. Once the cornbread was in the oven and the shrimp marinating in the glaze, I joined the women at the table. The fire in the grill took a few minutes to start and get hot enough, but soon the smell of grilling shrimp had each of us salivating in anticipation of dinner. 

We all ate way too much, but the food was good and the company even better. We continued to talk and sip beer until the sun had long since disappeared. I cleaned up while the women finished their conversation, and it was time for bed. Gina gave us each a kiss on the cheek and kept thanking us for letting her come over and spend time together. Once in our room, Mandy and I spent several pleasurable hours in carnal bliss, Mandy having lost some of her inhibitions about sex with someone else in the house. I know Gina had to hear us only a room away, but we were each lost in the feeling and what Gina might be thinking was far from our thoughts. 

*****

Mandy and I awoke early the next morning, we were in the shower together when Brigit came in to change the towels. Mandy did not show any sign of being flustered as she greeted each of us in her cheery way before leaving with the dirty laundry. We finished and dressed, making our way into the kitchen where Gina was already sitting, sipping juice. 

"Did you 2 manage to get any sleep last night?" she asked with a big smile on her face. 

"A little." Mandy answered, reaching for coffee. 

"What time does your plane leave?" I asked Gina. 

"About 1. I hate to leave but I know I have to. Back to the old grind on Monday." She replied wistfully. 

"We'll see you off." Mandy stated. 

"You don't have to do that." Gina replied. 

"I know we don't have to, but I want to. Charlie does too." 

Gina smiled at this, but looked to be choking up as she struggled to say something. She just nodded in acknowledgement of Mandy's words. 

Brigit served breakfast and then the subject of what to do for the next few hours before it would be time to go to the airport came up. I had gotten an emergency call from one of my colleagues and needed to write up something for a client, so dug out the laptop and went outside to get started. The early morning air was nice and I liked the feel of working outside. I had set up and was just getting going when Mandy and Gina both came out to join me. I looked over to see each sit in a chair and then recline the back. Mandy got up and took off the top she had been wearing, followed by the skirt she bought yesterday and the panties she had underneath. She was totally naked standing there before sitting back down and lying back, closing her eyes to bask in the sun. Gina saw what she had done and followed her lead, removing the t-shirt and jogging shorts she was wearing, no panties underneath for her. 




Charlie Ch. 02



"This is a lot nicer than a tanning bed." Gina offered. 

Mandy just murmured her agreement, letting the sun do its job of warming and tanning her skin. Brigit soon came out to offer me coffee and didn't even give the 2 naked women a second look. I was surprised that Mandy would be so casual about her nudity in front of others, but apparently she had lost some of those inhibitions. Now, I had to worry about working on this report with the 2 beautiful, naked women lying there right in front of me. 

I tried to concentrate on what I was doing, but felt compelled to look every few minutes. I didn't think I was being too obvious, but evidently Gina noticed me stop typing occasionally. After a bit, she asked "Having trouble keeping your mind on your work, Charlie?" 

Mandy opened her eyes and looked at me, then at Gina. 

Gina continued "Stand up, Charlie. Let's see what is going on under that table." 

There wasn't anything going on under the table, but if she kept at it things might change. 

"Any reason you can't stand up, Charlie?" Mandy started baiting me, following the lead of her friend. 

"No there isn't. I retorted. "Let me finish this report today. I don't want to have to stop in the middle and pick up again after we take Gina to the airport." 

"Awww, poor baby!" Mandy offered while Gina chuckled at my discomfort. 

They stopped the teasing, at least the verbal teasing. Neither woman did anything about the view I had and I continued to try to work as I fought the urge to look at them lying there naked in front of me. 

Too soon, at least for me, I let them know they needed to get dressed if we were to get Gina to the airport in time to make her flight. Both women grumbled about having to dress, but each knew I was right and they went inside to find clothes. Gina dispensed with the braless look under her t-shirt and jogging shorts, choosing instead a sleeveless blouse and shorts, bra straps peeking out from the edges at times as she moved. She was still an impressive figure, but now more appropriate for the plane. Mandy had donned one of her tank tops and shorts so both were more appropriately attired for the ride into the airport. We hugged individually here before loading Gina's suitcase into the rental and then followed her into town to turn in the car. In the airport, there was a group hug with tears shed before she turned away to head for her gate and the flight home. 

Mandy and I each felt an emptiness at home after we returned. Gina had been fun and the time we spent together was a nice one for each of us. We went down to the beach later that afternoon, just as we had done for several days before. We sat, talked and I put in my time in the water before returning to the house and a light dinner outside in the moonlight. We went to bed, each a bit sad as we felt the departure, but some quality time with my cock sliding in and out of Mandy's wet pussy helped to fill the void. We found solace in our togetherness and held onto the other much longer and closer than at any time previously. 

*****

The next few days were a replay of those before. Gina's departure was still on our minds, but less so. Mandy would sunbathe nude in the mornings, not worried by Brigit in the house, though she still had issues with any sex play that Brigit might see. She had lost the tan lines on her upper body, but still had a bit of tanning to do where her bottoms had shielded her skin from the sun. It wouldn't take long and she was one of those people who could spend hours in the sun without burning, all the while darkening very quickly. It did not take long before she looked as though she had been in the sun longer than Gina had, even though Gina used a tanning bed regularly at home in Mobile. I was swimming every day and we still spent time on the beach, though Mandy would not remove her bottoms away from the back patio. Life was good and I was spending more time enjoying life and less worrying about the job I would have to return to next week. 

*****

Tuesday morning I woke with Mandy rubbing her hands over my chest, having awakened before me. It was earlier than we usually got up but the sunlight was starting to peek in through the window. 

"Charlie, can we go back to France?" Mandy started. 

"I don't know, why?" I answered, not quite awake enough to be thinking clearly. 

"I want to go back. I can make it worth your while!" 

The thought was an interesting one, but I wasn't sure what to expect. As I pondered what to say, Mandy moved her hand off my chest and started toying with my cock. As one would expect, the result was a growth that each of us noticed. The need for blood further from my brain only served to slow my thinking more, but I wasn't going to complain. I also wondered what Mandy might be thinking, Brigit had not yet come into the room to switch out the towels although I knew she was in the house. Up to now Mandy had always insisted that no sexual activity take place while Brigit was here. 

I was still thinking about the implications of this when Mandy started to slide down in the bed, soon arriving at a place where her head was even with my crotch. She took my legs and parted them, rolling over my one leg and positioning herself between them, her face just below my cock which was at full attention. She was laying flat on her stomach, knees bent with her feet in the air, much like a young teenager lying on the floor watching TV.

"Please, Charlie." 

Before I could reply, she had moved her mouth to the tip of my cock and then slid the head into her mouth. She was watching me as I watched her. She sucked hard, running her soft tongue over the bottom of my cock head and then slid her lips further down the shaft. I could feel the tongue run over the shaft each time she moved her mouth up or down. She had sucked my cock a couple of times before, but each time was only to get it wet enough to slide easily into her pussy. I wasn't sure what she was doing now, but let her continue with her plans. 

Mandy kept up the sucking and licking, her tongue and lips were moving continuously. I was starting to feel that tingle that would be the start of climax as her tongue was doing its magic on my cock head. Just as I was losing awareness of anything beyond the feel of my impending orgasm, Brigit came into the room, her normal cheery greeting to each of us announcing her entrance. Mandy didn't flinch at the sound, only sucking harder as she was feeling the change in my cock that was preceding the coming explosion. Brigit did not seem to hesitate in her task although she could not fail to see what was happening as she walked right by the bed on her way to the bathroom. She came back out and continued with her work as Mandy was slurping away noisily. 

I wasn't capable of giving this strange turn of events any thought now, my cock was throbbing with the building flow of hot liquid that would soon be making an appearance. Mandy felt it too and stopping long enough to say "Give it to me, Charlie. "Let me taste you!" she pulled back to my head and sucked mightily. That was all it took and my cock shot its contents into her mouth as she tried to swallow it all down. She managed and as I was finishing up with the last dribbles, she sucked it out of me and asked "Well? Can I convince you to take us back?" 

I took a second to regain my breath before answering "Will I get another of those while we are in the plane?" 

"If that means we are going, you will get one going over and another coming back too!" she offered with a huge smile on her face. 

"When did you want to go?" I asked 

"Can we go this morning?" I would like to spend at least 2 days there this time. I had a lot of fun last week, but it was too rushed." 

"I'll make a couple of phone calls and see what we can do." I replied. 

Mandy squealed and took my now limp cock into her mouth for a few more tongue lashings before coming back up and hugging me tightly, pressing her tits hard into my chest. 

"Let's get a shower so you can start on those calls." She said, pulling me out of the bed. 

Our shower was a quick one, Mandy's eyes sparkling as she literally bounced with the excitement. I still wasn't sure exactly what it was she wanted to go back to France for, but that would come soon enough. Out of the bedroom, we went into the kitchen and Brigit cooked breakfast, no sign that our earlier activity had made any impression on her. I know she wasn't bothered by anything I had done in the past, but walking in on a blow job in progress had to be something unusual for her. Mandy had not let Brigit's presence in the room affect her and now she did not seem concerned that Brigit might have seen us. Really strange. 

"Do I have time to get some sun?" How long before we will have to leave?" Mandy asked after we had finished eating. 

"I'm not sure but there is enough time to lie out if you want. I'll let you know when you have to start getting ready." 

Mandy gave me a big kiss before heading out the back door. I watched her strip out of her clothes and lay down on the reclining chair before I started making calls.

I called the airport to let them know I would be using the plane today and they assured me it would be ready when I arrived. I called Rene in France to tell him we would be coming back and would be staying in the villa for a couple of days. Mandy had finally let me know she wanted to get some more dresses and I asked Rene to let Claudine, the owner of the dress shop, know we would be coming back. He told me that she had kept the store open late for us last time and he could convince her to do it again if necessary. I told him that with more time we could wait for the next day and come in during normal business hours. He also let me know that Claudine was very well known in fashion circles and she only handled designer originals in her shop. The dress I had bought for Mandy to wear to dinner last week had cost about 4500 Euros! The money was not an issue, but I did have to admit I knew little about women's fashion. I also got the impression that Rene might have more than a friendly relationship with Claudine. He then let me know that the warm spell that southern France was experiencing last week had ended and the weather would be somewhat cooler this time. I asked him to see that there would be some warmer women's clothes in the villa, Mandy did not have anything but summer shirts and shorts with her here and the likelihood of finding winter wear on this island was minimal. 

Mandy was lying on her back sunning as I came out to let her know what I had found out. She had lost the tan lines from the top of her suit early on last week and the past few days of sunning nude here had made the lines from her bottoms disappear. She had turned a dark shade of cocoa brown and was comfortable lying here nude in the sunshine. 

"I made all the arrangements, we can leave pretty much any time." I started. 

Mandy jumped up, squealing again. "I'll get a couple of things and we can leave." 

I let her know what Rene had said about the cooler weather but assured her that there would be something for her in the villa when we got there. Since she would not have to take many clothes, Mandy put a few items into her bag and we were soon ready to head out. 

"Do you want to take anything to eat later today on the flight?" I asked. 

"The only thing I plan to eat is in your pants." She smiled and winked in reply. 

Let's get this show on the road, I thought. 

*****

We did as we had done last week, the plane was ready and waiting when we got to the airport. There was a passenger plane arriving as we were ready to taxi to the runway, but it soon landed and we had our departure instructions. Up in the air, Mandy looked out and watched the clouds and tried to see anything in the water below. She spotted a few ships but there was not much else going on. Our arrival in France would be later this time than it had been last week due to our later departure so we would just head to the villa for the night and get an early start tomorrow. 

When we landed in Marseille the sun had set and we were ready to head to the villa. Mandy had blown me twice on the flight over and I had eaten her pussy once. After the third blow job of the day, I have to admit that my cock would not answer the call when it came time to slide it into her pussy after I had brought her to orgasm with my mouth, but she made me promise her to make it up tonight in the villa's comfortable and large bed. 

The plane had been given over to the ground crew and I was behind the wheel of the Ferrari, heading back to the villa we had stayed in last week. Rene had been right about the weather and I offered Mandy my sport coat to wear until we got to our destination where she could find more appropriate attire. The car's heater worked flawlessly and the ride was quick and fun, especially back in that car. 

In the villa, I found sufficient food in the kitchen to make a quick and simple dinner for us, washed down with a nice bottle of wine. After finishing the meal, Mandy practically stripped me in place and we were soon back where it had all started, holding each other tightly in the large silk sheeted bed. Just as last time, Mandy looked into my eyes and commanded. "Eat me, Charlie. Eat me until I scream!" 

That was something I could handle and moved to part her legs so I could get my mouth into position. 

I don't know how, but somehow here in the South of France, Mandy was even more excited to have my face between her thighs. She was bouncing with anticipation as I move closer, her lips already starting to show signs of arousal as they were dripping onto the bed beneath her hungry pussy. She had parted her legs for me and I took in the sight of her pussy as I started to lick. I had been here before, Mandy would always want me to start with my mouth to bring her off before I slid into her and we fucked slowly to another wondrous orgasm. I did not take long with the preliminaries, I found and sucked her hard clit into my mouth as she moaned in pleasure. I could feel the blood engorging the bud and felt it vibrate with every beat of her heart. Those beats were getting faster as I licked and sucked, her moans louder and her pussy hotter and wetter. I slid a finger into her pussy to tease but it was my mouth on her clit that she craved right now, begging me to make her come hard. 

I sucked the clit harder, grazing it with my teeth between swipes of my tongue across it. She was humping up to force my mouth firmly against that spot and her hands found the back of my head and pushed my face even harder into her being. 

"O god, eat it, Charlie. Eat me and make me come. I want it so bad, you know what I need! Get me off so I can feel your stiff cock in my pussy. Eat me so you can fuck me!" 

I didn't need any additional encouragement but her calls to get her off were exciting me and making my own cock even harder in anticipation of sliding into the pussy I was readying to accept it. 

Without warning, Mandy sat up, a deep gurgling in her throat the only sound until she screamed her release, falling back and humping her ass off the bed as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. I held tight to let her ride it out as I continued to lick and suck, though at a slower pace. 

I slowed even more as I felt the tension flow out of her body and her moans started to fade. Soon I moved up to kiss her and let her take my hard cock in her hand and guide it toward the sopping pussy that was still trembling from my long tongue fucking. My cock slid in easily and I started the slow, intimate movements that I knew she craved after a hard climax as a result of having her pussy eaten out. She was murmuring with pleasure as I stroked in and pulled out slowly and deliberately. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed back against my every stroke. My cock loved the feel of the hot and wet pussy that surrounded it and I was ready for a long, slow session inside when Mandy pulled me close to her and asked me to stop. 

I was confused and even more so when she pushed me off, smiling wickedly at me. She turned over, getting up on her knees and looking back at me, commanded that I fuck her hard and fast. She was already pushing her ass back toward me, trying to get my cock near her dripping pussy. I didn't need to be asked twice, I moved in and slid my cock back into the home it had left seconds earlier. I resumed my slow pace, but Mandy again commanded "I said hard! Fuck me like you mean it!" 

I don't know where this new and exciting Mandy had come from, but I liked it. I picked up the pace and shoved in hard, feeling my cock bottom out inside her as my thighs slapped against her ass cheeks. I pulled back and shoved in once again, each new stroke eliciting a grunt from Mandy as I jammed it home. I was reminded briefly of my thighs slapping against Gina's ass the other day but the thought passed quickly. Gina wasn't here, Mandy was and I had no intention of giving up what I had with Mandy. 

Mandy was whimpering with each stroke but pushing back to meet every hard thrust. 

"This hurts so good! Don't stop, give me that hard cock! Fuck me until I pass out!" 

I did as Mandy was begging me to, I shoved my cock as hard as I could into that demanding pussy of hers. She continued to whimper at each thrust but did not stop her orders to me that I had to make her feel it. 

Mandy had dropped her face to the bed, screaming and whimpering into the pillow as I continued to pound into her pussy, the wetness now running down her thighs to the bed. I could feel her starting to tremble, her legs would not hold her up on her knees much longer. I grabbed her hips to keep her in place as I continued to jam my cock home. I was soon supporting her whole weight with my hands, holding her against the force of my pistoning cock. She clamped her vaginal muscles tightly around my cock, attempting to stop the pounding she was getting, but at the same time told me to keep going as she shuddered and convulsed massively on my cock. I tried in vain to keep holding her in position, but she slumped down onto the bed, my cock still buried as I followed her down to lay on her back. I still pumped into her although my stroke was shortened in this position. 

"Come on, Charlie, give it to me. I need it! Don't stop! I want to sleep tonight with your hot seed in my pussy. Give it to me, hot and sticky!" 

I wasn't going to disappoint her, the feelings inside my balls were letting me know they were getting ready to empty very soon. I pushed inside her pussy as far as I could with each stroke, but the position made it harder to do. I felt the impending arrival of my semen forcing its way up inside my cock, so let go her hips and wrapped myself all around her shortly before I was exploding inside her sore pussy. 

"I feel it, Charlie! Fill me up and stay in me! I love this feeling." Mandy's words came in ragged gasps as she struggled to regain her breath. I just lay across her and reveled in the feel of my still hard cock being squeezed inside her hot, wet, and now very sticky pussy. I would have liked to stay longer, but my now well used organ decided it too needed some rest and shrank to the point it slid out, letting some of the contents of Mandy's empty pussy dribble down and further add to the wet spot on the bed beneath her. After several minutes of lying together and holding each other tight, we parted enough to let Mandy get out of the wet spot and turn to face me before going to sleep. 

*****

I was awakened in the morning by the feel of Mandy's mouth surrounding my cock. The feeling was driving my cock to erection quickly and it did not take me long to become aware of what was happening. I was reminded of her morning blow job yesterday, but Brigit wasn't here to walk in on us. Mandy was slurping up and down my hard shaft and looked up at me as my eyes opened and focused on her. Her eyes were sparkling as she continued to work on my cock as I watched her. 




Charlie Ch. 03



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There was an uncomfortable time period after which I had received my acceptance letter and lost my job, but hadn't left for college yet so was still living with Jay. Jay had completely turned his back on me. He couldn't face me for some reason. When I'd gotten accepted he must've felt I'd left him, so instead of supporting me, or maybe even fucking following me (he didn't have much of a life to speak of back home) he left me. Asshole. He'd started sleeping on the couch. Whenever I tried to talk to him about it he acted as though I was abandoning him. That summer we were broken up but still living together for a few months. During that summer, to keep myself occupied and out of the discomforts of the house, I enrolled in an intensive course called Great American Tragedies. (I was most taken with Tennessee Williams' plays.) My final paper was a comparison of the play Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and the film version. Justine took the course with me and we frequently sat side by side, piggybacking each other's arguments. Justine knew her plays inside and out and I found this very agreeable. We often met for coffee after class to continue discussion. We were discussing A Streetcar Named Desire. I told her there was a definite theme of illusion versus reality in this one. I sat back in my chair and awaited her response. Justine always challenged me. She thought I didn't know what she was doing, but the truth was, I enjoyed the bantering. 

"I dunno. I just don't see it," Justine replied. She did see it. I knew it. 

I said, "I mean Blanch actually says flat out, 'I don't want realism, I want magic." I told her Stanley was the antithesis of that. We looked into each other's eyes, staring each other down. We sipped our foamy coffee drinks. Justine's face suddenly changed.

She said, "So whaddaya think of Mason? In the back row?" She was leaning forward in her armchair, legs crossed within a sleek pencil skirt, feet in high heels with pointed toes.

I was like, "Justine! I thought we were having a serious conversation here!"

"We are," she said. I got kind of excited and leaned in. "What do you think of him? He's always looking at you." My heart sank a little. 

I said something like, "I guess he's alright." I said it because I thought that's what I was supposed to say. Justine acted like she and I were on equal footing, and that was sweet of her, but really I was still a social nobody, and she was an everybody. I was still calculating in her presence. And then she continued to press me.

"I just think... honey. Jay's left you. You've got two months of freedom. Spend it."

I said, "I dunno. There aren't any guys who stand out. There aren't any guys who do it for me."

Justine uncrossed and crossed her legs. She sipped her coffee. Yeah, I stared at her. Justine was overweight, maybe according to a doctor, but her legs were finely shaped. She had slender ankles and rounded calves and the curves of her thighs were nothing short of pure femaleness.

"No guys huh? What about girls? Do any girls stand out for you?" Justine got to the point. I couldn't give into her. She just seemed like too much of a force. I felt like she would devour me. I was terrified. She placed her legs side by side. I yearned to look up her skirt but dared not. I had to get out of this conversation fast.

"That was just a kiss, Justine," I said. I shrugged my shoulders and pretended to feel cool about things. But Justine pressed.

"I don't mean kissing, Charlie. But you know that kiss felt good. You know you kissed me back. You know you wanted to touch me. Why not? We're two consenting adults who obviously are compatible, sexually and intellectually. Why not go back to my place?" I thought through Justine's argument. She was right. That kiss did feel good. I did want to feel every part of her. We were compatible. Why not? She made it all seem so simple.

"Why not?" I said. And then I got in my car and it seemed less and less simple the further I drove. I thought about how she was my friend, and how that complicates things. And how she's a girl, and how that complicates things. Funny, I didn't think about Jay once. I followed Justine to her apartment. It was decorated simply, with inexpensive furniture from various warehouse stores. White walls. Her bedroom was completely different though. The walls were red. The sheets were silver. There were red cuffs attached to all four posts of the bed. The bed sat in the middle of the room, not up against a wall as one might normally place a bed. I asked if the cuffs were for me or for her and I gestured at them.

"Those are for you," said Justine, matter-of-factly and condescendingly. She ran her hands along my body. She seemed to be gauging my reactions to each of her touches, paying attention to me. She undressed me, running her mouth along my skin, down the front of me. When she unbuttoned my blouse, she inhaled as if tasting me. I let Justine bind me, first my ankles, then my wrists. I was bound face down, spread eagle, but the restraints were loosened by a bit of rope, so I could turn slightly from side to side. 

Justine asked me, in a new voice now, very curiously, "Tell me, Charlie, are you a bitch?"

Jay had shown me some BDSM porn before but we'd never, you know... But I was familiar with what I was supposed to say. I slipped into that bottom role pretty easily in Justine's hands. It felt so natural to me. The words that came out of my mouth were so organic to me. "Oh yes. I'm such a nasty little bitch."

"Are you my bitch?" asked Justine. I arched my back, lifting my ass into the air and waving it side to side. I wanted to show myself off. Show off the things I had seen in myself, in the mirror, the things I had hidden with my corduroys. I wanted her to see the suppleness of my ass, the delicacy of my inner thighs, the way my waist had cinched so much higher and so much more extremely than other girls' waists. I wondered what she saw in me, under all that matted hair. I tried to shake the hair from my face. Justine tenderly brushed it aside.

"I'm so totally your bitch," I said, smiling. I felt dirty there in Justine's bedroom. I felt dirty and excited. I felt powerful there. I knew I could end it at any moment, with our safeword, but I let Justine push me, press into me, into my ass, into my pussy, Justine did this and then pressed her fingers into my mouth and stepped back from her kneeling position over me.

She stood at the head of the bed, her back to me but so that I could see her. She untucked her silk blouse from her skirt. She unzipped her pencil skirt and placed her thumbs inside the waistband. She slowly wriggled her way out of the skirt, bending down lower and lower, exposing more and more of herself, exposing the fullness of her rear and in between the two mounds of her ass were a perfectly waxed anus and pussy, with full outer lips and very thin, pink inner labia. She lowered the skirt more, wriggling less as she was past the widest point, and she exposed full hamstrings, curved knees, those rounded calves with slender ankles and finally the round heel of her shoes finished off with a spike. I remember every detail. Justine turned around and unbuttoned each button of her white blouse watching me watch her intently. When she removed her blouse she exposed a black leather waist cincher and tremendous rounded breasts that fell slightly over the cincher. I struggled in my restraints because I wanted to feel this body that was so different from mine. I wanted to squeeze Justine's breasts, her ass, run my fingers down Justine's legs to her spike heels. 

Justine walked around the bed on the hardwood floors to the foot and rummaged for something in the chest there. I couldn't see what. The next thing I felt was Justine's hair tickling my feet and running up my legs, in between them, up my back. My hair was in a mass over my face again. As Justine ran her body up mine, I felt a new addition to Justine's body drag itself up my back. Justine was wearing a strap on. 

The strap on was black leather with silk ruffles around the edges. At the base of the ruffles was laced a burgundy ribbon. In the back the strap on came down to a point, as a thong or a g-string might, and was laced up at the center of this point with some thick burgundy and black striped ribbon. On account of Justine's full figure, the strap on wasn't laced fully shut in the rear. The flesh of her thighs bulged around the thigh straps. She looked bound by the strap on. Attached to the front of it was a naturally cock shaped dildo in dark purple. It had a very wide head and moderately wide shaft. It was made of a relatively stiff, unforgiving material, like stiff silicone.

Justine pulled my hair aside and I turned my face. Justine licked my ear. She licked my earlobe, the crevice of my upper ear, she licked behind my ear, she licked my jaw line down from where it met my ear, leaving behind a trail of saliva. It was like she really wanted me. She kissed the side of my mouth, tongue gently probing outwards. I lifted my head and kissed her back with desperation. I'd never wanted anyone so bad. She was so hot. I was so turned on by how she just knew what to do. I wanted it, that knowledge. I wanted to grope it. I wanted more access to Justine but was bound. Justine pushed me slightly on my side, as far as the rope would allow, and ran her finger from my lips down to my breasts. She pinched my nipples, pulling on them. I was so used to Jay never even bothering to take my shirt off. Such attentions were foreign and overwhelming. Justine wetted my nipples with her mouth and inhaled over them. This made them freeze. I bent my head down to run my lips across the top of Justine's silky curls. Justine rolled me back onto my stomach and ran her mouth lower down my body. She spread me open and licked my ass. She felt the loose skin around it, the taught, firm flesh just beneath. Later, when describing it in detail, Justine told me my asshole was dark all around. Justine licked this darkness. She put her tongue in. She put a finger in my ass and I recoiled.

"Have you never done this?" I shook my head that I hadn't. Later, in college, I had heard horror stories about other people's first encounters with anal sex, and learned just how skillful Justine was. I was so relaxed. "Then we'll go real slow. Just try and relax." 

Justine backed away from my ass for a moment. She let her fingers stray between the crevices of my labia and down to my clit. Justine spit on it, a trail of saliva running from Justine's mouth down to me. Justine rubbed the spit in, rubbing it all along my slit, sticking her fingers into my cunt and pulling them out. She ran her wet fingers back to my ass and put them in, one at a time, pulling at the flesh of it, pressing me, all of me, pushing into me, pulling at my most untouched, most perfect of openings. Justine straddled me and entered my ass with the purple dildo. All I could do was lie there, powerlessly penetrated. I felt the head of the dildo press into me, open me, stretch me. I felt my anus close in around the head once the shaft was in and Justine began pumping into and out of me, but never all the way out. She pressed me hard, she pounded me for several minutes. I let out an occasional whimper when the pressure inside me was almost too much to bear. I had never felt such a fullness inside. I had never felt such sensitivity externally. 

Then Justine began pulling all the way out and all the way back in again. I had to feel the width of that gigantic head pulling out of and pressing back into me, over and over. I let out a cry with every thrust. To let her know. I think Justine sensed she had pushed me to my limits and she pulled out and uncuffed my wrists and turned my upper body over onto my back, as much as the restraints would allow. Justine climbed onto my face. My face. She pressed her cunt into my mouth and I opened it. I opened my fucking mouth. I licked everything I could get my tongue onto with a voracious appetite. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet. I could finally touch this body. I swallowed Justine whole, groping her ass, sticking fingers in, running my hands up and down Justine's legs, fondling the tips of Justine's spike heels. Justine slid herself up and down my face, tongue, mouth. She rode me and her ass seemed stimulated by my tongue, her clit by my nose, and everything in between. She finally seemed as frenzied with me as I was with her. We were together. My tongue went in Justine's ass, in Justine's pussy, I sucked on her thin, pink inner labia, I licked her outer labia, I ran my tongue through the crevice between the two. I kissed Justine's thighs, I licked Justine's clit and nibbled at it. Jesus I nearly suffocated in Justine's womanhood. I nearly drowned in Justine's juices. Compared to Jay, Justine tasted sweet, familiar and therefore comforting. She smelled the same as she tasted, but more thickly, more richly. My senses were overwhelmed. I felt the sweat of Justine's thighs on my cheeks. I could feel the muscles in those thighs start to tremble. Justine's torso convulsed once and she collapsed over me, pulling my hair. Hard. Jerking it irregularly. Justine rode me until she came, squirted all over my face.

"Did you pee?" I asked her. I didn't know about female ejaculation then. I didn't know about female anything then. I just knew I liked her and I felt overwhelmed.

"No stupid. I squirted. It happens whenever I have a really good orgasm. You should be flattered." Justine lied down on her side next to me.

"Well then I am," I told her, still turned on my side, but now with my hands free. I was free to touch all the parts of Justine's body I craved earlier. I grabbed Justine's breast and squeezed it, pressing it against Justine's chest cavity. I just wanted to push her back, just for a second. I massaged it, as if swallowing with the whole of my hand, the entirety of Justine's enormous breast. Justine let out a breath and dropped her head back. I ran my fingers down the perfectly inward arching curve of Justine's corset and down to her hips, her ass. I ran my hands along these parts in a circular motion, first caressing, then massaging, then finally pulling the mass of flesh aside and ran a finger over the wrinkly skin over Justine's anus. I ran my fingers through her slit, over her clit and pulled away, over her thigh, squeezing it. Justine uncuffed me and we dressed each other. We kissed repeatedly, pressing our mouths together, feeling the contours of each other's lips slide along one another. I went back home to Jay with the taste of pussy on my face. But I continued visiting Justine, as her submissive, for the rest of the summer. I would visit Justine's apartment under the pretense of going out for coffee or going window shopping. I remained withdrawn from Jay, as he did from me. We rarely spoke in each other's presence. When I left for college, it was a relief for us both.

I had to take out loans to pay for college, but I didn't care. At least I was going to be the one to pay for it. At least I wouldn't owe any one person anything for it. I took my Cutlass Ciera that I paid for with wages from the grocery store, loaded it up with those things that were most precious to me (a small TV, my Ramones tee-shirt, and my favorite beach towel were among them), hopped in the car after kissing Mom and Dad and drove off 



Charlie Ch. 03



[author's note: this is the third and final chapter to 'charlie'. You should read the first 2 chapters to get background and context. The second chapter in particular is the setup for this one. Enjoy and thanks for reading.] 

*****

Today was Sunday and the phone was ringing, just as it had every day this past week shortly after 8 Pm. 

"Mandy! How are you doing today?" I asked as I answered. 

"Charlie! I miss you so much. I can't believe it has already been a week since I saw you, but it feels like forever." 

Mandy had called me every night since we parted a week ago and we talked like young teenagers for hours. I had not realized I would miss her as much as I did when we parted, although there was no expectation on either of our parts that our relationship would end there. Truthfully, we had not discussed what would happen after each had returned to our pre-vacation lives. 

We spoke for several minutes telling the other of what had happened in our lives since last night's call. 

"Charlie, I want to see you again! The newspaper is sponsoring a dinner dance this coming Thursday and I'd like you to come down and escort me. Thursday is Valentine's Day and they always use the event as a charity fundraiser for the 'Make a Wish Foundation'. Sort of open your heart on Valentine's Day. Could you do this for me, please, please?" 

Mobile wasn't exactly a short commute, but the flight wasn't too long either. I did have to admit I missed being with Mandy and this was as good a reason as any to see her again. I thought about my schedule and decided that although there were a couple of things I could not defer on Thursday morning, I could shuffle things enough to clear that afternoon and Friday since I expected the night to be a long one. 

"What do I need to do?" I asked. 

"Does this mean you are going to come down? I can see you again in a few days? You make me so happy, Charlie." I heard from the other end. 

"I have some business Thursday morning, but I can get there later in the afternoon. What time does it start and how fancy will it be?" 

"Dinner is at 6 and they want it to be fancy, although many who attend are not the true elite. There will be a lot of suits and Sunday dresses plus some tuxes." 

"I think I can manage that." I replied. 

"Just be prepared to stay over Friday, I promise you won't get any sleep after the dance is over." 

I laughed a bit, I had a pretty good idea of why I wouldn't be sleeping that night. I also decided I was ready for the 'entertainment' Mandy planned for the balance of the evening.

"Anything else I need to know?" I asked. 

"The admission is a $500 donation per couple. That isn't too much, is it?" 

I could hear a bit of concern in her voice, but I assured her that the money wasn't a problem. 

"Do we need to buy the tickets in advance, or can I take care of it when we get there?" I asked. 

"We can pay at the door. The paper encourages us to go, but I have never had anyone to go with in the past. I really think this will be great. I can't wait!" Mandy continued happily. 

We talked of other subjects for the next 2 hours, again making like love struck teenagers before saying goodbye and each heading for bed. As I got ready, I thought about how nice it had been to have a warm and passionate woman in bed with me. 4 more days and I expected to have that thought again, with Mandy as the subject of my intentions. 

*****

I had one meeting Thursday morning and the second was over lunch in a very nice restaurant near the office. Both went well and I was looking forward to the evening tonight. I had put my tux into the G5 along with a few other clothes that would suffice for the next few days. I didn't have any idea of what Mandy might want to do, but since I was there I wasn't planning to do a quick turn around right after the Valentine event. Getting out of the busy airspace in New York City took longer than I would have liked, but after living here as long as I had, I was used to it. Before long I was following the air traffic controller's instructions to land in Mobile. 

After getting the plane settled, I found the rental counter and picked up my car. I had a GPS with me and the directions to Mandy's apartment were already programmed. I followed the instructions and in about 50 minutes, I was parking outside a nicely landscaped apartment building. It was 4:30 in the afternoon and I knew I would have to do a bit of sprucing up before being ready to leave for the event. I wasn't sure how much time Mandy would need, but I would find that out shortly. I took my garment bag with tux and looked for the number I knew was hers. 

I knocked on the door and in a few seconds, Mandy practically tore it off its hinges opening it for me. She rushed into my arms, though actually it was only one arm as I was carrying the tux in my other. She was pulling me close and kissing like there would not be another chance to do this for years. I wasn't complaining, I hugged her with my free arm and kissed back with equal passion. Mandy pulled us into the apartment and shut the door behind us. 

"Oh God, Charlie. I missed you so much!" 

"Same here, Mandy." I answered, laying my tux across the back of a chair and taking the opportunity to pull her to me with both arms. We kissed again and I could feel a twinge in my boxers as she moved her body against mine while we kissed. 

Mandy pulled us apart after several minutes, saying "We have to get ready. I would love to spend the next hour letting you fill my pussy with something nice and hard, but if we start, I don't think I could stop." 

I knew what she meant and fought hard not to give in to my own urges. Mandy was wearing a terry cloth bath robe and as she was speaking, slowly opened it to allow me to see she had nothing on underneath. 

"You don't know just how horny I am right now. If we had more time I would sit on your face until I screamed. Keep that thought in mind, I will be thinking about it all evening." She said breathlessly. 

I took the chance to appreciate the beauty of her naked body, presented for my inspection. I did take a quick minute to fondle the breasts noticing that the nipples were hard and firm before I ever touched them. 

Getting back to the task at hand, I asked what we had to do. 

"I am almost ready, I need to do a bit more makeup and then put on my dress. How about you?" 

"Just have to wash up a bit and then put on the tux. I shouldn't take too much time for that. When do we have to leave?" 

"The center is about 25 minutes, so probably by 5:30. Gives us about 40 minutes to get ready." 

Mandy showed me to the bathroom where I did a quick wash and dry before I went back to the bedroom to get the tux on and straightened out. Mandy took her turn in the bathroom where she did a bit of whatever women do to their hair and then came back to the bedroom to do makeup. I was looking over at her as she worked and noticing my look, she shrugged out of her bathrobe and continued with her makeup, smiling wickedly as I watched. 

Mandy finished the cosmetics and asked if I could help her with her dress. She had it hanging on a hook on the back of the door and I noticed it was one of those we had picked up in France 2 weeks ago. This one was bright red with a white fabric belt around the waist. I remembered her trying it on in the shop and thought about how she looked in that dress. It was cut low in front and back, showing a tasteful amount of cleavage. The skirt came to her knees and like the others fit her figure perfectly. Before I helped to slide it over her naked body, I took a small box from the inside pocket of my jacket and offered it it to her. 

"Here's a little something to make your Valentine's Day memorable. I hope you like it." 

Mandy's eyes got big and she took the box from my hand, hers trembling a bit. As she opened it, she saw the diamond heart pendant inside and launched herself into my arms. 

"This is beautiful! I can't believe you did this." She spoke, tears coming to her eyes. 

"It's nothing you don't deserve. Let me help you put it on." I offered. 

Mandy turned and I took the chain in my hands and tried to get the ends to work together. I don't know how women do this, but a bit of fumbling later and the chain was securely fastened around her neck. Mandy turned to let me see how it looked on her before she checked it out for herself in the mirror. The heart rested about 2 inches above the valley between her breasts and sparkled in the light. She squealed and hugged me again, saying "maybe we should just stay here tonight so I can thank you properly."  

She had a mischievous smile on her face, but added "I am only kidding ... sort of. I want to go to this affair tonight, but you will absolutely get a proper thank you afterward." 

I had no doubt and was looking forward to that personal thanks I knew would be worth waiting for. Mandy said it was time for the dress, so I took it off the hanger and helped to slide it over her body. She pulled it down and smoothed out some of the edges to get it to lay the way she wanted. She wasn't wearing a bra and the top of the dress formed itself to her body perfectly. I could see the beginnings of her hard nipples showing under the fabric and wondered if she was aware of how it looked. She must be I thought, why else wear the dress without the bra. I also noticed she had not put on any panties before I fitted the dress to her. 

"Aren't you going to wear anything under that dress?" I asked. 

"Nope, I don't really need to." She smiled. 

"Someone must make women's underwear that doesn't leave a panty line." I suggested. 

"They do and I even have a few pairs. Right now, I just feel so sexy and naughty not wearing anything under the dress. I'm going to be so turned on like this I hope I don't drip all over the dance floor tonight." She said with a sexy laugh. 

That thought gave me pause, but I admit having her with me and knowing she was getting so aroused just made me look forward to the after the event events. The pendant was situated nicely, the point of the heart directing the observer to look down at the cleavage Mandy was showing. She looked beautiful in the dress and I was certain she would be the center of a lot of attention this evening. 

*****

Mandy directed me to the center and as we arrived, I had a moment of uncertainty about our transportation. Somehow, arriving at a nice semi-formal affair in a mundane rental car did not have the same feel as being dropped off by a limo. Maybe I should have looked into that, but that might have been too showy for this crowd. I took care of the donation and we entered the dining room, taking a few minutes to mingle with the assembled guests. There were waiters circulating with glasses of champagne so I grabbed one for each of us. 

As we mingled, I noticed that we were more formally dressed than many of the guests, but not so much so that we stood out. There were those in tuxedo and evening gown, likely the more elite of the city society. As we walked about and occasionally met someone Mandy knew, I felt the eyes of all on us. Mostly the eyes of all were on Mandy, but some of the women did seem to be giving me a more than casual once over. I assume this was due to the tux and the fact I was with Mandy. I am not so self-centered to think I would be attracting the attention if I was here by myself in a simple suit. Still, it was nice to notice women checking me out. 

There was pleasant background music playing and soon someone came to the podium and announced that dinner would be served shortly and could we take seats. Mandy and I found places at a table with some of the staff from the paper she worked for. They were the more senior of the staff and knew Mandy only informally. She had told me before that the senior staff did not associate with junior members any more than they had to. Now, however, they did at least try to appear pleasant and friendly, I assume the way Mandy looked had something to do with that. We had a nice dinner of Prime Rib and the conversation at the table was light and pleasant. 

Once dinner was finished, the speeches started, just as they would at any other charitable fundraiser. Fortunately, the speakers were brief and the DJ came out to let us know that the dancing portion of the evening would soon begin. Mandy put her hand into mine and whispered into my ear "I might have to go to the ladies room to dry off. I can't wait to spend the night dancing in your arms. I might just leave a trail of drips across the floor as horny as I am now." 

We stood as the wait staff started to move some of the tables out of the way to clear the floor for dancing. I took an envelope from my pocket and giving it to Mandy, asked her to take it up front to the podium. "It's just a little extra for their fund raising." I added as I handed it to her. 

She took the envelope and as she was turning to leave, a voice from my other side announced "Where is the rest of your dress, young lady?" 

Mandy and I turned in unison to look at the speaker. 

"Mother, I didn't expect to see you hear tonight." Mandy said as she recognized the woman who had spoken. 

"Obviously not. If you had you would have worn a whole dress." 

"Mother..." Mandy said, her tone showing her exasperation. 

Her mother was about to say something else when she stopped "You're not wearing a brassiere!" Then, looking more closely at Mandy's cleavage "And where are your tan lines? You don't have any!" 

"Oh mother, don't be so dramatic!" Mandy replied, although I noticed she did not try to refute her mother's words. Her dark tan from the previous weeks in the tropics had started to fade, but she was still dark and I knew from personal inspection that she did not have a tan line anywhere on her body. 

Mandy turned to me and offered "Charlie, these are my parents, Angela and Richard Wheeler. Get acquainted and I'll be right back." 

"Charles David Brittingham, pleasure to meet you." I started, offering my hand. 

Mandy's mother reached to take my hand, looking at me closely for the first time. "You're ... you're old!" 

"Angie!!!" her husband exclaimed. 

"Excuse me?" I asked. "Old??" 

"You are a lot older than Amanda. I had no idea." She replied to my answer. 

"You make me sound ancient." I tried lightening the moment. 

"Does my daughter know just how old you are?" she continued. 

"Angie, you are being impolite to Mr. Brittingham." Richard said to his wife. 

"Please, it is Charlie. And yes, Mandy knows how old I am." 

Her mother's eyebrows rose a bit, but she continued "and what is your intention for Amanda? Are you planning to marry her?" 

"We haven't discussed that subject yet. I intend to do everything in my power to make her happy." 

"But you are sleeping with her!" 

"Yes, I am." I answered. "Mrs. Wheeler, I don't have anything to hide, from you or from your daughter, but I think this is a conversation you should be having with her." 

Before she could answer, Mandy came back and joined the conversation. Got all the introductions out of the way?" 

A man in a tuxedo who was standing on the stage came to the podium and spoke before anyone else could answer Mandy's question. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I have just been given a donation of $10,000 from Miss Amanda Wheeler. Let's give her a nice round of applause to thank her for her generosity." 

Mandy's mouth fell open, almost as wide as her mother's. 

"Amanda, where did you get that much money?" her mother demanded. 

Mandy was still stunned, so I offered "I gave it to her to donate. That is a pretty standard donation in New York." 

The soft applause died and Mandy's mother just said that they would finish this later. Mandy had found her voice and asked "you give that kind of money all the time?" 

"Well, not all the time, but when I get asked to these type of events, the guests are usually well off enough that the money is not such a big deal." 

Mandy smiled and said "I think I might like to go to some of those dinners. I'd like to see the people who attend them." 

The DJ started the music and those in the room slowed their conversations and some moved to the floor to dance. Mandy took my hand, saying "Now I can get closer to you without looking too obvious. Hold me tight, Charlie!" 

She put her arms around me and held herself tightly against my body. I wanted to do the same, but thought it prudent to maintain a little decorum, particularly under the circumstances. I ran my one hand down until it was just above Mandy's nicely shaped ass cheek, noticing that there was no undergarment hidden by the dress. I knew that but the feel of her soft skin just under the thin fabric of the dress brought it home. 

I was moving my hand a little as we danced and Mandy took notice. 

"Nothing under the dress! Like me that way? Does it turn you on?" she smiled seductively. 

"You know it does. You're really a tease, mingling with all these people and knowing the way you are dressed. What would the others say if they knew?" I kidded. 

"You think I am the only one? I'd bet there are at least a few others here with nothing on under their skirts!" she laughed, then again at my reaction. 

"Really? Do you know that for sure?" 

"Let's say I suspect, but I know a few women who like to do naughty things and this would be a real turn on for them." She whispered in my ear. 

Now she had done it. I started looking at some of the women who were on the dance floor, wondering if they might be among the pantyless. Some were obviously not, the lines and lumps under their dresses very noticeable. Others, however, were smooth enough I could not tell and wondered what they might be thinking if indeed they were here dancing commando like Mandy. I had to let the thoughts go, I would be looking at other women all night and I was planning to devote all my attention to Mandy. Still, I would catch myself checking out a particularly attractive woman on occasion. 

Mandy was holding me as close as we could get and I thought of her parents here in the dining room. I wondered if they could see us and what they might think of the way their daughter was acting. We weren't doing anything that made us stand out, but there were quite a few couples who danced together in a more traditional manner, you know, a bit of light between their bodies. In our case, Mandy was rubbing herself against me with every step and I was having a tough time trying to keep my cock from announcing its presence to her. Seeing the look in her eyes and the way she continued to move suggestively, I guessed she was doing her best to blunt my efforts. 

We danced until the music stopped, slowing only to get a brief rest or sip a drink. Many of the guests had left by the time we were ready, but Mandy's parents were still here and came over to speak to us as we were heading for the exit. 

"Will we see you later this weekend, Amanda?" her mother started. 

"I'm not sure. I have plans with Margot on Saturday and maybe Sunday too, I will have to let you know." 

"So Mr. Brittingham will be leaving tomorrow." She stated more than asked. 

"No, mother he won't." Mandy replied. 

"When is your flight scheduled to leave?" she asked, directing the question to me. 

"I don't have any specific time." I answered. 

"You haven't reserved a ticket yet?" she seemed confused. 

"I don't need a ticket, I have my own plane." 

Mandy's mother and father both looked incredulous at this statement. 

"Mother, Charlie has his own jet. We flew to France on it 2 weeks ago." Mandy broke into their thoughts. 

"France??? I thought you were in the Caribbean." 

"We were, he just took me to France for a good French meal." Mandy added, a satisfied smirk on her face

Mandy ended the inquisition by taking my arm and saying "let's go, Charlie. "Mother, I will call you later.". 




Charlie Ch. 03



We left them standing there to gather their thoughts. 

"Do you always bait your mother like that?" I asked. 

"She just inspires me. If she would treat me like an adult, I am sure we could get along a lot better. I'm sure she will have more to say when I call her in a few days, but by then she will have calmed a bit and hopefully things can get back to normal." 

"I don't want to come between you and your mother." I offered. 

"Don't worry, she would be the same with any other guy I was with if she had not interviewed and approved him ahead of time. You're not the first who has had to face her queries." 

I guess Mandy had the situation under control, so let the past conversation slip from my mind and gave more attention to the beautiful woman who would soon be naked in bed with me. 

*****

We arrived back at Mandy's apartment shortly before 2 AM. Inside, Mandy looked at me and with stars in her eyes, thanked me for a wonderful night. She kissed with passion and was pulling us into the bedroom without breaking the kiss. Once in that room, she stopped kissing for long enough to say "Take me, Charlie. Make love to me all night. Do anything you want with me. I want you in me and on me and all around me. I don't want to stop screaming until neither of us can move!" 

"Help me with the dress, can you?" she asked huskily. 

No sex in the dress tonight, I moved close to her and helped to lift and slide it over her head and off. She carefully hung it on the hanger and then asked me to help her to get the necklace off. Soon she was standing in front of me totally naked and asking if I planned to do anything about getting out of my clothes. Before I could answer, she came over and started pulling off my jacket and then went to the shirt, followed by the pants. It did not take her long to get me naked and we each looked at the other for several seconds, it had been almost 2 weeks since we had been able to do this. 

I guided Mandy to the bed and she lay down on her back, looking up at me. Remembering her preference for some oral before we could start on anything else, I moved into position between her legs, urging her to spread them as wide as she could. I moved my head to get my mouth onto the lips I knew were wet from her lust, but before I could place a tongue onto her pussy, she stopped me with her hands. Looking up in confusion, I saw Mandy giggling at me as she said "I have to make this official... Eat me, Charlie!" 

Now that I had her permission, I dove in with a frenzy, driven by almost 2 weeks of absence from Mandy's pussy. It was the same soft and wet flesh, the same feel and she was moaning the same sounds. Still, it was an experience we both wanted and I would never tire of. I slid my tongue into her as far as I could, feeling the outer lips separate at my touch. Mandy was already dripping with the arousal, maybe she had done a good job of leaving a trail of pussy juice on the dance floor earlier. She put her hands down to my face and pulled her outer lips far apart, demanding again that I fuck her with my tongue. "Just like you did it before, my pussy missed you so much. Eat me and get me off, I want to feel you inside me. You know what I need, use that tongue of yours and make me scream." 

I was working on just that, using my tongue to stimulate her hard clit and I started working a finger into the entrance to her pussy as I continued working my mouth. 

"Suck it, Charlie! Suck it hard, I need to come. Make me feel it!" Mandy moaned, her voice getting more ragged with each deep breath she was sucking into her lungs. 

I could feel her heart beating as my tongue slid over her engorged clit, the blood doing its best to fill the hard bud almost to bursting. I ravished the end with my tongue and ran my teeth over the bud, each new action bringing more moans and bucks from the crotch that was even now trying to throw me off. Mandy was still holding her labia apart as she demanded that I get even further inside her hot pussy, the liquid dripping down and making a wet mess of the bed beneath us. 

From the way she was moaning and grunting, I was certain she was well on her way to a monumental orgasm, the need for release was apparent in her tone and her demands. I slid a second finger into her pussy to add to the feel of the first and she bucked even more wildly. I held on tight to be certain that I did not lose her as she moved under me, she was reaching her climax with each flick of my tongue over her well stimulated clit. She let go of her pussy lips, now using her hands to force my face into her hot, very wet center and again demanded "Don't stop! I love it when you eat me like this. Make me come, Charlie, I want to feel your hard cock in my pussy!" 

Those were the last intelligible words she spoke, her cries of ecstasy now drowning out any other sounds, even the licks and slurps of my tongue and the sloshing sound her pussy made as I continued to finger her orgasm to new heights. 

"Stop, Charlie. I can't take any more. Come here and kiss me, I want to feel you inside me." She moaned softly, pulling on my head with her hands. I reluctantly gave up my mouth hold on her wildly spasming clit and moved up to do as she asked. 

"God, I almost forgot just how good that feels. I want this to last forever. Don't leave me, Charlie. Put that hard tool of yours into me and stay inside me all night." 

It was a request I couldn't refuse and my cock knew the way into her pussy, so I did not have to give much effort before finding it warm and wet inside that same pussy. The feel I remembered from our time on the island was just as I felt now. I had missed the feel and the closeness and just being here in Mandy's arms was incredible. I wanted to stay like this all night too. 

We started a slow, sensual sliding that allowed us to keep our crotches together as well as to keep our lips locked against the other's. Mandy was still breathing hard from her orgasm, but was calming with the feel of our love making. Nothing hurried, we had all night and all the rest of the weekend if we wanted. Right now, I wanted. 

*****

When the sun started coming in through the window, we were still at it. We had made love for hours, each reaching several orgasms, resting and starting again. I realized just how much I missed this, my cock felt more at home in Mandy's hot pussy than anywhere it had been before. Mandy had not been quite as wild as she was when in France, but she was just as demanding, not wanting to let go of me from the time we found the bed. Now, it was wet, slimy and full of our sweat, semen, pussy juice and saliva. There wasn't a dry spot to be found so we passed on getting sleep and just continued making love in the mess we had made. 

The phone rang shortly after 8, Mandy saying that the machine would get it. Soon we heard her mother's voice, asking "Mandy? Are you there?" 

Mandy shouted that she was, but I guess mom couldn't hear her since she did not pick up the phone. She was laughing like crazy when her mother added for her to return the call when she could. 

"I think she is trying to find out if you are here with me. Want to call her back and let her know she is right?" Mandy laughed. 

"I am not sure harassing her is the right thing to do. If you want her to like me, I think we are going to have to be nice to her." I stated. 

"I know you are right, but it is so much fun to play mind games with her." Mandy continued laughing. 

Still chuckling, she asked "did we make this mess all by ourselves? This bed is a mess. I can't believe all this came out of us." 

"I don't see anyone else in here, do you?" I kidded. 

"The only one I see is my handsome suitor-- The only one for me." She pulled me close and kissed hard, our lips tender from the amount of time they had spent pressed together during the night. 

"I think we should get up. I need to get a shower and I know you want to get in with me, right?" 

I did and we took a long, hot shower to clean off and to do a bit more fooling around. I took my time exploring every inch of Mandy's body as she did with mine. We left the shower when we were starting to feel like prunes in the hot steam. 

I found a pair of jeans and a pullover shirt while Mandy put on the skirt and top she had bought on her shopping trip with Brigit in St. Maarten. She did not put on panties or bra, choosing instead to tease me with her jiggling breasts and flashes of her bare ass cheeks as she worked in the kitchen to make us breakfast. She noticed me watching and I knew that is what she wanted. 

Breakfast was good and we each drank a gallon of coffee, neither of us had gotten any sleep last night. 

"What's the plan for today?" I asked. 

"Maybe we can just spend the entire day in bed." Mandy laughed. 

The thought was a pleasant one, I couldn't find any fault with her idea. 

"You told your mother that you had plans with Margot for tomorrow?" 

"Yeah, Margot is moving into a new apartment and the landlord said he would knock off the first month's rent if she would do the cleaning and painting before she moved in. I volunteered to help her out, want to come along?" Mandy asked. 

My only painting experience was making a phone call and writing a check, but I thought it might be fun and give us something to do. 

"Sure. I don't have a lot of experience, but it can't be that hard, can it?" 

"We'll give you the easy stuff." Mandy laughed at me. 

"OK. So where does that leave us for today?" 

"Well, I still like the idea of spending more time in bed, but how about if you give me a hand changing the sheets. I think having clean and dry sheets on the bed before we get back in would be a good idea." 

We went to the bedroom and attacked the bed, the sheets now starting to get stiff as some of the fluids solidified. Mandy again asked "Are you sure we did all this, all in just one night?" 

I assured her it was just the 2 of us in the bed. 

Mandy was finishing the new sheets when she said "We can get these into the washer later today, might give us a chance to move around some." 

"No problem." I replied. 

Mandy got a big grin on her face and started "I did take my dresses to the dry cleaner the other day. I showed them to Margot and Gina first, though." 

She was looking at me for my reaction, her eyes sparkling and her face full of mischief. 

"All of them?" I asked. 

"Absolutely! They really liked the dresses you bought me and Margot even asked if I might lend her one if she had to go anywhere fancy. I had only showed them some of the ones that did not need to go to the cleaners. Then I showed them the white one! Gina knew immediately how it had gotten dirty and stained, but Margot didn't have a clue. She was saying it was a shame the dress was so dirty and didn't understand how it had gotten that way. Gina and I were laughing at her so hard, until she seemed to understand. She asked 'You don't mean you....' and we just kept laughing. She got so red it was hilarious." Mandy was now laughing herself. 

I had not expected her to share that with others and wondered just how deep her new attitude really went. 

"I showed them the green one and Margot just got more and more embarrassed. Gina looked even a bit jealous. Did I say that I did not take that one to the cleaners? I want to keep it just the way it is. I even slept in it the first 2 nights after we came back from the island. That dress makes me remember just how those stains got there." She said with a grin as she remembered that night. 

"The lady at the dry cleaner looked at the white one when I took it in and I think she had a pretty good idea of how it got that way. She was giving me the evil eye but I just stared back and dared her to say something. They did get it clean and it is in the closet ready for the next time." 

I wondered if by the 'next time' she meant an affair to wear it to or just wearing it in bed and fucking the night away. 

Mandy continued "Margot and Gina were great, they came over every night for the first week after we came back. I missed you so much, but they helped to fill in some of the loss and I made it through. It's great to have such good friends around." 

I was glad to hear that she could count on her friends. I didn't have a chance to think about that for too long, Mandy said we would be taking the sheets and the towels down to the apartment's washer to get them started. 

"I am supposed to meet Margot later this afternoon to get some cleaning supplies and paint for tomorrow. You can come along and then we will get something to eat. I want you to get your strength up, I am not sure you will get much sleep tonight." She laughed as she finished getting the washer running. 

I knew I had to find some time to sleep, but the thought of another night like last was already starting to do things to my cock. 

*****

Mandy and I had managed to take a 4 hour nap after the wash was done. We each realized that if our plans for tonight were to happen as expected, we would need to be awake then. Trying to get anything done tomorrow for her friend would be hopeless if we had been awake for the past 2 days. 

We had dinner with Margot after a marathon shopping trip in the home improvement store. Cleaning supplies, paint and rollers, drop cloths and all the little odds and ends one needed to perform the task of cleaning and painting. I was out of my element here and the women had more fun at my expense, saying that they didn't know how I had managed to go through life without learning these things. What can I say, some people are doers and others are payers -- I was one of the latter. After we ate, we parted and promised we would meet Margot in her new apartment bright and early. 

We spent the night much as we had the previous. The bed was again a sloppy mess and neither of us got much sleep, though I wasn't complaining. I was able to spend a lot of time with my cock at home in the pussy where I knew it belonged. As morning approached, Mandy was close to losing her voice from the screaming she had done during the night. I did have to wonder just how soundproof the walls of her apartment were and if her neighbors were enjoying our activities as much as we were. Probably not! 

*****

The bed would have to wait for later to get changed, we stumbled out of the bedroom into the shower tired and sore, but both happy. Mandy cooked a quick breakfast and we were at the apartment shortly before 9, having stopped at a convenience store to pick up mass quantities of coffee. Gina was there to help her sister and greeted us warmly. I noticed she was wearing one of her tight t-shirts and no bra along with the old jeans. Margot was dressed down also, but not as provocatively as Gina. 

We divided up the work, each of us getting a different location as assignment and spent the next 4 hours doing a lot of cleaning. The previous occupant had been a smoker and the walls were covered with a sticky residue that took some effort to clean. None of us had been particularly careful and by the time we stopped for lunch, all were dirty and wet from the effort. Gina's shirt was soaked and there was no question about what her breasts looked like, the shirt had become almost transparent. Mandy and I had each seen her without shirt so the sight wasn't bothersome, but Margot seemed to be embarrassed that her sister was not more concerned by her appearance. We ordered pizza and took a break. 

We finished the quick lunch and went back to work, the task taking much longer than Margot had expected. By the time we called it quits, the cleaning was mostly finished, but we had not even started with painting. Margot apologized for the difficulty of the job, but we all agreed to come back tomorrow to help finish the painting. It had been a long day of physical labor, but I found it enjoyable to do something with my hands that I normally would have hired someone else to do. Mandy and I stopped to pick up sandwiches on the way back to her place for our dinner before finding ourselves in bed. Well, we had to change the sheets again before we got into the bed. 

*****

Sunday morning found us asleep again, we did not have the energy to make it through the night. In fact, we barely had the energy to give each other only one orgasm before we ran out of steam and fell into dreamland in each other's arms. In the shower, Mandy wanted me to make up for some of the romance we had missed last night. 

"Come on Charlie, give it to me here. I want to have you inside me all day while I work. I want to have a smile on my face that Gina and Margot can only guess at." She said as she was running her hands over my quickly enlarging tool. 

"Oh? And what did you have in mind?" I asked. 

With my cock at full mast, Mandy turned and leaned against the wall, offering me her ass "Give it to me like this. You know what I want. Slide your cock into my pussy and fuck me hard until you fill me up. I want you to be dripping out of me all day. I want my panties to be wet from your semen so I can remember the feel of it." 

I moved behind her and started to shove in, but decided to start off slow, I did not want to hurt her before I got into a rhythm. Mandy moved her ass back and forth, trying to encourage me to get all the way in, but I maintained a slow penetration until I was bottomed out in the tight pussy presented for my attention. Mandy had already started to purr and was trying to get me to start stroking into her to bring her off. 

"Don't tease me, Charlie. Stick it in and make me feel it. I want us both to come so hard we will remember all day. You like being inside me, don't you? Give me what I want and I will give you what you want." 

I didn't need any verbal encouragement, her wet body and warm ass against my thighs was enough enticement for me. I was stroking in and out, starting to pick up speed with each thrust. Mandy was using her arms on the wall to push off and meet my every thrust with one of her own. I had been holding her hips, using my hands to pull her back onto my cock, but took one hand and reaching around, found her throbbing clit and started teasing it with my thumb and forefinger. She jumped at the touch and was soon moaning and grunting with each new sensation. The sounds echoed more in the small bathroom and again I had to wonder if we were putting on a show for her neighbors. Neither of us was willing to wait and make this a long session, so our climaxes came from our eagerness and anticipation. Mandy came so hard I had to hold her up before she slid down to the bottom of the shower. I managed, using my hands on her hips and my still hard cock doing its part as well, firmly buried in the convulsing pussy that was gripping it in orgasmic bliss. After a few minutes to rest, we left the shower, Mandy's pussy filled as she had asked. 

We were again in Margot's apartment and this time each of us was equipped with either paint brush or roller. There were drop cloths everywhere but we all tried to be neater than we had been yesterday with the cleaning. Still, we all managed to be well covered with paint drops and all needed to clean up before we could go out for a well deserved meal and drinks. Margot thanked us for the help before Mandy and I left for her place. It was later than I had expected to finish, so I would be spending one more night here. I would fly out first thing tomorrow morning, so our time together would end again. 

Mandy was lying on top of me, our naked bodies warm and damp from perspiration. I was feeling sad, I knew I had to leave, but really did not want to. Without any warning, Mandy said "Take me back to new York with you!" 

Somewhat surprised, I answered "What's that?" 

"I want to go to New York with you. I want to be with you always. Take me with you, Charlie, please!" 

"This is kind of sudden. Have you thought this through?" I asked 




Charlie Ch. 03



"Don't you want me to be with you?" she asked, now sounding worried. 

"I do, I just want to be certain that you have thought this through." 

"I have. I know I don't want to be without you. I want us to be together." She sounded better as she made her statement. 

"What about your parents? How about Gina and Margot? Your Job? Are you willing to leave those behind?" 

"I can always use the phone to talk to mom and dad, Gina and Margot. New York isn't that far away that I can't come see them or they can come to see us. I don't really need the job, you make plenty of money. I just want us to be together." She said firmly. 

"OK. How about this. You stay here this week and make absolutely certain you want to do this. If so, take care of things like packing, stopping the phone and cable. Get your life here closed out and I will have a first class airline ticket waiting for you next weekend at the airport if you still want to come to New York." I offered. 

"I was thinking you would come to get me. It would be so romantic for you to come for me in our plane. Please, Charlie?" 

Mandy knew I couldn't say no to her. "OK, if you get things settled here this week, I will come down and pick you up next weekend. I'll call and let you know the specifics." 

I knew she had already made up her mind, so planned to be back here in a week. 

Mandy literally bounced with joy, getting my arousal simmering again, moving across me with her body in anticipation of another sleepless night. I would be living on caffeine for the next few days after this, but the reward she was showing me for acceding to her request was worth it. I forgot about the plans for next weekend and let my hard cock find its way into Mandy's pussy once again. Having her living with me would be preferable to wishing we could be together and talking over the phone every night. 

*****

Friday afternoon I had stopped counting the days and was now counting the hours until Mandy got here. I was going to fly down to Mobile tomorrow afternoon and come back early Sunday. We had spoken each night and Mandy had assured me that she was certain about moving in with me. She had taken the time this past week to close out her life in Mobile and get ready for the move. She told me she had procrastinated telling her parents about the decision, but had done it last night. She skipped the gory details, but from what she told me, I was glad to be half a country away. She (and they) would need to do some bridge rebuilding, but hopefully there would be no permanent damage. 

After lunch, I caught up with Rosalind, one of my friends and colleagues. We had worked together at my previous job and I was impressed enough by her to ask that she come work for me in my company. She had and we continued to be good friends. We had also slept together a few times, but there was nothing romantic between us, rather just colleagues with benefits. 

"Roz, can I ask you something?" I started. 

"Sure. No date for tonight and you can't find anyone better?" she laughed as I motioned her into my office. 

"You know better than that. I don't have a date tonight, but if I was looking, you would be at the top of my list." I answered. I knew she was busting my balls, but what I said was true. 

"OK, what's on your mind?" She got more serious. 

"I found someone while I was on vacation and she will be coming into town this weekend to live with me." 

Before I could continue, roz said "Charlie! Don't tell me someone has gotten you to settle down? I never would have expected that to happen." 

"Surprises the hell out of me too. Maybe it is the right time or place, but I think she is the one for me." I offered seriously. 

Roz stopped her kidding and responded "That is great, Charlie. You deserve it, I'm happy for you." 

I knew why we were such good friends. "Anyway, I'd like your help with something. Do you have anything going next week that can't be postponed or handed off to someone else?" 

"I don't think so, why?" she asked. 

"I would like you to take the week and show her around the city. She hasn't really been in a big city environment and I don't want her overwhelmed the first day. Just show her the ropes, take her shopping, out to lunch, you know, all the little things someone needs to find out to live here. Get her whatever she needs and you can put it on the corporate Amex. I will square it with the bean counters. Enjoy yourself and have fun. Just consider it a work assignment and don't worry about time." 

"You mean girl time with the company picking up the tab? I love it." She replied. 

"I can trust you and I want Mandy to have a good impression of New York when she gets here. Oh, by the way, she may not like you calling her Mandy until she gets to know you. Start with Amanda and see how it goes." I said. 

"Sounds like a stuck up bitch to me." Roz interjected. 

"Not at all, just might be the way we met. She was less than impressed the first time. Let's just say she had some issues with our first meeting and leave it at that. I'm sure the two of you will do fine together." 

"I'm sure we will, especially if you are this smitten with her." 

Saturday afternoon I found myself in Mandy's apartment, hugging and kissing like we had been apart for months. Mandy had taken care of everything she thought she needed to and this would be the last night in the apartment for her. We had dinner with Gina and Margot, each of them was sorry to see Mandy leave. The women all promised to call and email constantly, even making tentative plans to travel to meet. Goodbyes are always sad and I hated to see them like this, but Mandy had made the decision and there was no going back. After dinner, we went back to her apartment to give the bed one last workout. Just as it had been after the Valentine's Day dance, the bed was soaked with our fluids by morning. Margot and Gina had said they would come by after we left to be sure the place was clean before the manager did his inspection. Mandy laughed as she pointed to the sheets that were already starting to stiffen as the wetness dried. 

"Margot won't have any questions about how the sheets got this way." 

We left shortly before noon and headed for our new life together. 

*****

We got into New York early on Sunday afternoon. Many people think they know what the city is like, but until one actually gets here to see everything in person, the effect cannot be imagined. Mandy was looking at everything as we got off the plane and after securing it, took a limo into the city and to our new home. She couldn't look out all of the windows at once as she was trying to do. The driver stopped in front of my building and helped to get the luggage out of the trunk. 

I introduced Mandy to the doorman of the building where I let him know she would be living with me from now on. We took the elevator up to my condo and then inside. 

"Here it is, our new home! What do you think?" I started 

"Oh my God, this place is bigger than my parent's whole house. Why so big for just you?" 

"I thought it was a good status symbol for me when I first bought it. People who know where and how I live know just how successful I am." 

"I want to see everything. I'm anxious to try out the bedroom, but can we just look around for now?" she asked. 

"The place isn't that big, but look all you want." I responded. 

"I mean everywhere. I will get a good look around in here, but can we go outside and just see things?" 

Realizing what she meant, I answered "sure. Let me know when you are ready and we can start. We can walk or catch a cab or do whatever you want." 

"Oh, Charlie. This is so great, I am going to just love being here with you. I can't wait to break in the bed tonight." She stated, emphasizing her words with a tight hug and sensual kiss. 

It was a brisk day, but not so cold we couldn't walk around for several hours. I pointed out lots of things in the area and Mandy had a look of wonder on her face the entire time. We found a small pub to have dinner in and both enjoyed a good meal before heading back to the condo, the daylight long gone. 

Being with Mandy this afternoon was fun, more so now that I knew we would not have to leave the other as we had done several times recently. In the bedroom, Mandy was anxious to christen the bed as she put it, letting me know we would not be getting much sleep this night. I had to be up early to take care of some business that had been deferred by my recent travel plans, but didn't want to miss out on any of her efforts. Roz would be coming by tomorrow morning to take Mandy out, so we would each need at least a little rest. 

"You know how this goes, Charlie. I want your tongue on my pussy and I want it there now. Eat me and get me off so you can fuck me right. This is the first time for me here, so I want it memorable!" Mandy started. 

I was more than ready, but as I started to move to her spread legs, she pulled me around and I found myself lying under her body and her mouth poised over my anxious cock. I wasn't certain why, but never one to question, I got to work on her pussy that was beginning to drip onto my face. 

"I didn't get a chance to do this on the flight, you were too busy flying the plane. I don't want you to miss out, though. You do me good and I'll do the same to you. Remember, this is just the start, I still expect you to put this hard thing into me and fuck me all night!" she added. 

I wasn't going to complain and went back to my task as I felt Mandy's wet lips and tongue sliding down over my hard shaft. She didn't suck me often, but when she did it was a memorable experience. As she had said, she wanted our first time in our home to be very memorable. 

We each sucked and slurped, the sounds of our ministrations adding to the sighs and moans each was making. The fluid coming from Mandy's pussy was running down over my cheeks as I licked and I thought back to the times in her apartment where the sheets had been saturated with our liquids. I could see how that could happen and wondered if tonight would be similar. The bed here was larger, but Mandy seemed even more turned on to be here than she had been in her place. I let the thought go and went back to sucking her clit into my mouth, pulling and teasing it with my tongue. She was doing the same with my cock and I knew I wouldn't be lasting much longer with what she was doing to me. 

True to my thoughts, the feel of the boiling in my loins, the message from my brain that my climax was on its way, I was soon spurting jet after jet of hot liquid into Mandy's mouth. She continued to suck and swallow, not slowing a bit, her crotch now humping itself into my face even more furiously than it had been moments before. I knew she was close and wanted to get her off, but I was having trouble concentrating with the feelings of her hot mouth sucking every last drop of my release out of me and then sucking some more. She did not stop, even as my cock was shrinking within her mouth. The feel was great and I loved it, but knew I would not be putting it into her pussy for a while until I was able to get it back up. I stopped worrying about my own issue and doubled my efforts on her throbbing clit, sucking hard and massaging hard with my tongue. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and stopped the humping of her body onto my face, instead forcing my mouth into her pussy even harder. This was enough to allow her body to reach its peak and she convulsed with the feel, shuddering on my face and trying to scream around my cock still buried in her mouth. 

We lay like that for some time before either had the energy to speak or move. I felt a sopping mess under my head from Mandy's pussy secretions and she had slobbered her saliva down my cock, over the balls and onto the sheets. I could see the beginnings of another soaked bed. 

"Wow! That was really hot." Mandy said after her breath returned. "I guess your cock needs a little time to rest before it will be able to find a place in my pussy, right?" 

"You're still giving it a few licks, you know how hard it is." I joked. 

"I know now, but I expect it hard and inside me very soon. Once I get it in me, I expect it to stay there for a lonnnnng time!" she answered. 

I couldn't argue with the logic and it did not take much rest before my cock did answer the call to perform again. I slid it home and we stayed coupled together for another marathon session of sliding and stroking. Our first night together in New York was indeed memorable and I didn't get any more sleep than I had the last times we had slept together. 

*****

I left early for the office, the past few weeks had been enjoyable but I had work to catch up on. Mandy hated to see me leave but was looking forward to going out with Roz and getting a feel for the city and her new life. 

My phone rang about 10:30 and I saw from the caller ID that it was Roz. Wondering what she might be calling for, I answered "Hey Roz. Any problems?" 

"No problems at all. Mandy is trying on some shoes and I thought I would just check in for a minute while she is occupied." 

"I see you called her Mandy. Any problems with that?" I asked. 

"Not at all. She insisted I drop Amanda the first time I called her that. She is a real sweetheart. I can see why you like her." Roz replied. 

"I'm glad to see that things are going well. What are your plans for the rest of the day?" I asked. 

"We are doing some more shopping and we decided that I will join the 2 of you for dinner later this evening." 

"Sounds good to me. Anything else?" I answered, ready to let her get back to her task. 

"Just one thing, I didn't know you were such a cradle robber! You could be her father!" she laughed. 

I had thought the same thing before, but it wasn't an issue for either of us. "I know the feeling, so does her mother..." 

"I bet that was some interesting discussion." She added. 

"You don't know how interesting." See you for dinner if nothing else." 

The three of us were sitting in a very nice restaurant I frequented. The staff all wore tuxedos and the clientele mostly came from the financial district. Mandy was checking out the surroundings as we waited for the dinner to be served. 

"So, how did the day go?" I started. 

"We had a great time! Roz is really cool and I can't wait to do it again tomorrow." Mandy was bubbling. 

"We did have fun, didn't we." Roz added as she and Mandy exchanged knowing looks. 

"I found some shoes and a couple of coats that will work better than the old one I have from home. I think tomorrow we are going to the jewelry store." Mandy said. 

"Great! Just what I need." I offered, but was grinning at the same time. The money wasn't an issue and I wanted Mandy to have what she would need. 

"I really like the dresses you bought Mandy in France, Charlie." Roz said after a lull in the conversation. 

"OH?" was all I could think to say. 

"She really liked the green one, especially after I tried it on and told her how it got stained." Mandy added. 

I nearly choked on the Scotch I had been sipping. 

"That must have been some hot night in your French villa." Roz stated.

"Oh, it was! Wasn't he that adventurous when he slept with you?" Mandy laughed. 

"Never once." Roz answered. 

The two of them must have done a heck of a lot of bonding in the short time they had been together. I was constantly being surprised by Mandy's daring behavior. They were laughing together at the direction the conversation had taken and I guess my expression only added to their fun. Fortunately for me, the waiter brought the food and things started to settle down as we ate. Still, they would look at each other and break into a fit of giggling every so often. 

*****

After the first week of acclimating herself to her new surroundings, Mandy and I fell into a more normal life. Actually, the life was normal for us together, but considerably different from what my life had been before meeting her. Mandy wanted to go to the kind of fund raisers that I told her about during our Valentine's Day dinner, she wanted to see the people that didn't find a $10,000 donation out of the ordinary. Aside from various dinners and parties, we started going to the symphony, to the owner's box at the hockey games and being much more involved in society events of the city. 

I didn't have any problem, we fit in well, but I had given up this kind of lifestyle several years ago, realizing that I did not need to be featured on the society pages of the newspaper every day. I guess Mandy wanted to see how I had lived early in my career and she found it exciting. Some we saw at many of the events assumed she was a trophy wife and some of the women were jealous when they recognized the designer dresses she wore. We laughed together at those people and concentrated on the ones who were more genuine and who did not judge. Our life was busy and since work was starting to get more hectic, we were always on the go. That did not mean our sex life suffered, on the contrary, Mandy was even more turned on by the whole atmosphere. She would be a tiger in bed after coming home from an outing and I was more than happy to offer my assistance to her horniness. 

*****

We had been out with friends earlier in the evening, nothing specific, just a cocktail party for colleagues and clients. Mandy had asked to leave early, saying she did not feel like staying late. Normally we were one of the last to leave, but sometimes she was just in a hurry to get things going in bed. We made it home and then into the bedroom and stripped off our clothes. Mandy hugged me tightly and I pulled her against myself as we lay together for the first time tonight. Without waiting to be asked, I move myself down to her crotch and in between her thighs. 

Mandy was watching, but in the dim light I couldn't see what was on her face. I slid into position and started to lick lightly, knowing that it would not be long before she would be demanding that I get her off with my tongue. I continued to lick and suck, but Mandy did not seem to be into it as much as I would have expected. Maybe she was tired from our schedule so I decided I would have to work harder to get her to the point I could stick my cock into her and spend some quality time together. 

A few more minutes passed when suddenly she pushed my head away and rolled over, facing the other way. I was about to ask what happened when I heard her sobbing and crying. 

"Mandy, what's the matter? I didn't hurt you, did I?" 

She just continued crying, now the sobs were coming louder and I could feel the bed move as her body trembled. I slid up and wrapped myself around her as she was still facing away. 

"Mandy, what is it? Please tell me." 

She was sobbing and trying to slow the tears that were flowing freely. "Charlie, don't hate me!" 

"What??" 

"I don't want you to hate me. I didn't do it on purpose, I swear." She sobbed into the pillow. 

I was more confused than ever. I don't know what she might have done, but I could never hate her. I tried to wrap around her more tightly, trying to calm and comfort her. The sobs that had been wracking her body slowed but she was still crying. 

"Please don't hate me, Charlie." She said again softly. 

"Mandy, please tell me what is bothering you. You know I love you, I could never hate you. Let me help, we can work out whatever is wrong." 

Mandy took a minute to wipe the tears away with the sheet and after getting her thoughts together, said "those fucking pills are supposed to work!" 

I knew she was upset, not only the crying, but she never swore. In the time I had known her, I had never heard her use that word for anything but our sex play. She had always been pleasant and this was truly a change. 

"Please, I don't understand. Let me help you." I tried again. 




Charlie Ch. 03



This is part three of the Charlie series. All people, places, and events are totally made up and figments of my imagination, strictly for your reading pleasure.

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Casey called me one day, which wasn't unusual; we talked on the phone a few times a week. What was unusual was the tone that Casey used when I answered. I knew her well enough that I could tell something was wrong as soon as she started talking. 

"Hey, what's up?" I gave my typical greeting

"Mmm, not much just wanted to call." Casey never called without something to talk about.

"Okay, well its Saturday so I don't have to work, got all the time in the world."

"Oh that's nice..." Casey said, sounding far away

"Casey? Are you Okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine" She replied even though I could tell something was wrong.

"Casey, cut the bullshit what is it?" I asked rather crassly.

I heard her try to choke back a sob and the sound made my heart break. Immediately I went on high alert, Casey was not the type to just break down like this. 

She finally caught her breath "I need to come see you."

"Ok, I'm here whenever you need me, you know that."

"I'll be there in an hour" She replied right before she hung up.

I was worried, Casey was one of the strongest individuals I knew and I knew it had to be something major in order for her to have to drive an hour just to talk to me right after breaking down on the phone. The hour and a half that passed was possibly the longest hour and a half of my life. I wondered why it was taking her so long to make the hour drive.

She finally pulled into my driveway, she got out of her car with a brown paper bag shaped suspiciously like a bottle in hand. Although she was still beautiful, her clothes were disheveled, not like Casey at all. I stood on my front step, not knowing what was happening or how to handle the situation. She made her way up the steps; eyes covered in big dark sunglasses and walked passed me into my house without a word. She made her way to my kitchen, got a glass out of the cabinet and made her way to my living room. She sat the glass on my coffee table and sat herself on one end of the couch poured herself a large portion of the vodka she pulled out of the paper bag.

I sat on the other end of the couch and watched her down the first glass and pour another before I spoke.

"Will you at least take off your sunglasses?" I asked.

She responded by looking towards me and slowly raised the glasses. What I saw infuriated me, I had never felt this much anger before. It felt like something was boiling up inside and was going to burst. Her cheek was split just below her eye, was still slowly seeping blood and had begun to swell and form a black eye. As soon as we made eye contact, tears began to fall down her face where her eyes were already smudged with tear soaked make-up. She began sobbing so I scooted as close to her on the couch as I could manage as she collapsed in my arms. 

She stayed like this for nearly an hour and a half before she ran out of tears. Even though I was almost shaking with rage, I didn't say a word the entire time; I knew she would talk when she wanted to. By the time she sat back up my shirt was soaked with her tears and a little bit of blood, I didn't even notice. I looked into her eyes as she finally began to speak after drinking down another glass of vodka. This was also not very Casey-like, she usually had a two drink max because she got wicked hangovers. (We found this out numerous times in college)

She said a three word statement before falling silent again "He hit me."

I was having a hard time concentrating through my haze of anger. I was always against Casey and Collin being together but I never in a million years would have thought that he would hit her.

"Do you want me to call the police and report this?" I asked through gritted teeth.

She took a deep breath as she thought about my question, "No" was all she said. 

She finished the current glass of vodka that she had been working on, by now the bottle was nearly half gone, and just laid her head in my lap. 

"What am I going to do?" She asked me.

"You are going to stay here until we figure that out." I stated, not even asking her.

She gave me a slight nod and then drifted off into her own thoughts as I gently stroked her hair. We were both silent, she was too absorbed in her own thoughts and in my current state of pure hatred, I was afraid to say something that would upset her more. 

I got off of the couch about an hour later to call Lindsey to inform her what I knew and that Casey would be staying with us for at least the next few days. I also asked her to bring home a suture kit and some stronger than store bought antibiotic ointment thinking that the cut might be deep enough to need help healing. 

She asked if I was ok, my voice still shaking with anger, I said I was fine but I had never wanted to kill somebody so badly in my entire life. She asked if she needed to come home so I didn't do anything rash, trying to use humor to break up my mood. I told her I wasn't leaving Casey and quickly ended the conversation so I could get back to my first love.

While I was in the kitchen I had grabbed an ice bag, a warm damp cloth, and a clean glass.

"Can you sit up for me love?" I asked Casey. In her state she didn't even seem to notice what I called her but I made a mental note that I would have to be careful around Lindsey. I could see how broken she was emotionally when I looked into her eyes as I took her face in my hands to examine her cheek. Working in a hospital, and dating a nurse, I had picked up some medical knowledge. 

After looking at the split cheek, I grabbed the warm damp cloth and blotted the dried blood away. I knew Casey was emotionally broken but she didn't even react to the physical pain that I knew she should feel as I dabbed the wound.

I picked up the bottle of vodka and poured myself a decent portion. I took a large swallow of the burning liquid and looked at Casey. This brought a brief and slight smile to her face, both reminiscing over the same memory that we made in college. 

It was one of the mornings when we discovered how bad Casey got hangovers. After a night of partying (while I stayed in) she was not feeling so well so we were just lounging in her bed watching T.V. and trying to get rid of her hangover. She started to complain how it wasn't fair how badly she felt so I promised that I would never let her drink alone.

I was glad that little gesture got through to her to show her how much I cared. The smile was wiped from her face as she was finally ready to talk.

"So what happened? Start from the beginning." I said. She looked like she was getting ready to withdraw back into herself so I hugged her tightly. As I pulled away from our hug I rubbed up and down her arm and then took her hands in mine.

It took awhile, but she finally sighed and began to speak, "So I already told you he...."

She let the sentence fade away not being about to bring herself to say it again. I waited patiently in silence, part because I knew she wanted to continue, and part because I could feel the anger inside me start to boil up again.

"Things haven't been good for awhile now." She continued. "Collin wanted kids as soon as we were married. I wasn't ready so I told him I wanted to wait a few more years. He wasn't happy but agreed. We've been trying for the last year and a half. I went to the doctor and got tested."

I looked at her with concerned eyes. She had never mentioned any of this to me.

"Everything came back completely normal for me which means that Collin is the reason I couldn't get pregnant. I brought up getting a sperm donor and he went ballistic." She managed to choke out before she started sobbing.

"Did he do anything else to you?" I asked as I gathered her in my arms.

She shook her head no, "I packed a few things before he realized what I was doing and I just left. I can't go back to that" She managed to get out.

It didn't take her as long to settle down this time, I think reality had sunk in and she had already made up her mind about her future.

A little while longer passed and I finally got Casey to calm down and quietly chatting about neutral topics, mostly my life, when I heard a key in the door. Lindsey walked in, I gave her a weak smile indicating that I was sorry for being so short with her earlier. 

"Hi Casey" Lindsey said. 

Casey looked embarrassed about the state she was in but Lindsey comforted her by saying that she was a nurse so she had seen a lot worse. 

"Wanna come to the kitchen so I can check you out?" Lindsey asked in a gentle voice gently placing a hand on Casey's arm.

I squeezed Casey's hand, never letting go of it and sat her in one of our kitchen chairs. Lindsey said that the split cheek was not deep enough to warrant stitches but put steri strips on it to help the healing. She also said that it would probably leave a small scar.

"That's ok." Casey said, "It will be a reminder."

I don't think I could bear to watch Casey cry anymore without breaking down myself now that the anger had worn off so I changed the subject. 

"Anybody hungry, Chinese carry out on me tonight?" I asked, knowing it was one of Casey's guilty pleasures. The rest of the night was uneventful and we decided to call it an early night, both Casey and I were emotionally and physically drained.

--

I was sitting on the edge of mine and Lindsey's bed with my head in my hands massaging my scalp, thinking about how incredible of a person Casey was and how much of a fool Colin was when Lindsey finished in the bathroom and joined me. She kneeled behind me and began to knead my shoulders. I could feel the tension leaving my body as soon as she started. The anger I felt towards Collin began to fade as just images and memories of Casey filled my mind. A moan escaped from me as I felt Lindsey's hot lips brush against my ear while her hands never missed a beat, still kneading my tensed muscles.

"I think you could use something a little more intense than a massage to get you back to relax" she whispered in my ear right before grazing my ear lobe with her teeth and then sucking it into her mouth.

"I think you might be right" I said as I turned my head to capture her lips with mine. I turned around so that I was standing at the edge of the bed while Lindsey was still kneeling on it. I pushed her back so that she was laying flat on her back. I caught a whiff of Casey's perfume that remained on my clothes.

Normally I am a gentle and patient lover but I could still feel the remains of anger and frustration from today within me. I covered Lindsey's body with my own and immediately reached my hand up her night shirt to knead her breast a little more forceful than normal. I guess my change in demeanor was a welcome change, I could already smell Lindsey's excitement. She began to grind her mound into the rough material of the jeans I was wearing. As she did this I stretched the collar of her night shirt so that I could take one of her breasts into my mouth. I raked my teeth across her sensitive skin which elicited a gasp.

We had never had rough sex before. Sure we had quickies, but they were all gentle. An Idea popped into my head. 

"You like it a little rough?" I asked.

The only response I got was Lindsey's nails digging into the flesh on my back through my shirt. Not wanting to be outdone, I roughly recaptured her mouth with mine and began to suck on her bottom lip, stretching it out so I knew it would be pink and swollen. Her hips were still grinding into mine when I suddenly rolled off her, practically ripped her night shirt off and told her to lie on her stomach. My mind wandered to what Casey would look like completely naked. Sure we had gone shopping and stayed the nights at each other's room so I had seen her in just underwear before but picturing her completely naked was what was currently driving my desire.

Lindsey scooted up the bed a bit so she could use one of the pillows. She put her hands under the pillow to support her head as I started nibbling at the nape of her neck and slowly made my way down her spine with my lips and tongue, occasionally nipping her delicate skin. I had one arm on either side of her torso as my lips devoured her. My goal was to elicit as many moans and gasps as possible. 

I was about a third of my way kissing down her back when I placed both of my legs between hers pushing them apart with little resistance given on Lindsey's part. I got a gasp when the rough material of my jeans brushed her sensitive inner thigh. 

An image of how beautiful Casey would be in the throes of passion flashed through my mind and I faltered, my mouth pausing its work. Lindsey was too absorbed in the sensations and I recovered quickly, now even more turned on at the thought of Casey. Damn I was messed up in the head, I had a beautiful woman writhing beneath me and all I could think about was Casey.

I settled some of my weight on the blond beneath me, pushing her into the plush mattress, and started to add caressing touches up and down her side. When that no longer elicited the moans I snaked my hand around her front to pinch her nipple as I pressed my hips into hers, grinding her pussy on the bed. Having the desired effect of her moaning, I kept up my ministrations. 

Eventually I started to caress down Lindsey's stomach with the same hand that had been pinching her nipple. I was still kissing and nipping at her back and neck when my middle finger reached her shaved pussy and caressed her outer lips. Her legs spread wider as my finger tip traced her slit. 

I positioned my finger so that when I pressed my hips into hers she was impaled on my finger. At a bit of an awkward angle, I couldn't quite get the level of penetration I wanted. I slipped my fingers out and began to trace around her clit, tantalizingly touching everything except her most sensitive nub. By this time her hips were gyrating, trying to make the sweet contact her body was craving.

Seeing her frustration and desire build, I finally made a brief circling motion right on her clit. Her whole body stiffened, letting me know how close to exploding she was. Her breath was now coming in shaky bursts. One more pass at her clit and Lindsey gave me her tell tale sign that she was about to cum (hands grasping at the sheets and pointed toes). 

I abruptly withdrew my hand from underneath her and got off of the bed eliciting a moan of frustration. She looked into my eyes and there was a look of pure lust in an 'I can't believe you stopped' sort of way. I gave her my best seductive wink and went into our walk in closet.

Knowing Lindsey I yelled from the closet "No cheating, don't touch yourself!" In a teasing-but-not –joking way to tell Lindsey that I would return and finish what I had started.

Before I went into the closet I was still fully clothed. When I emerged I was completely naked except for a ridiculous looking nine inch strap-on that we rarely used. Before Lindsey had time to turn her head and see what I was up to, I was already on top of her on the bed again. 

"Miss me?" I asked in a husky whisper as my lips brushed her ear. 

"Mmmm, get back to what you started." She commanded.

Having no problem complying to her demands I leaned down and captured her lips with mine. My knees already squarely between her spread legs; I rubbed the head of the dildo up and down her slit, collecting her juices that had leaked out.

"*Gasp* Ohhh is that what I think it is?" Lindsey asked. "Just fuck me already" she added for good measure.

In an instant the big dildo was buried up to the hilt in Lindsey. She was so wet from my earlier efforts that I could already feel her butt pressing up against my hips. I pulled my hips back so that only the head of the dildo was still inside of her. I pumped my hips in a short stroking motion that was well practiced between Lindsey and I and a move that I knew drove her crazy. Between my weight on top of her and the stimulation of the dildo directly on her g-spot, I knew Lindsey was going to explode soon. 

Not only were the short thrusts turning Lindsey on but now my body was starting to respond to the constant on and off pressure directly on my clit from the strap-on. My clit was already engorged and super sensitive due to all of the earlier teasing I had done. I could feel myself quickly approaching the peak of pleasure as Lindsey's moans became more ragged and uneven breathing, trying to hold off the highest peak of pleasure for longer.

I was past the point of no return as I started pumping my hips to slap against Lindsey's butt, pounding the cock into her as deep as it would go. Our combined juices were running down her slit and coating the sheets. Her hips were thrusting up and meeting mine at the same pace. Within seconds of each other, we both tried to suppress our moans as our bodies went rigid, cumming simultaneously. As my orgasm began, an image of Casey's body twitching with pleasure flashed in my mind. My body was jerking in time with the contractions I could feel in my pussy as my orgasm subsided, thrusting the dildo into Lindsey and drawing out her pleasure.

It was like our bodies gave out at the same time. Lindsey went limp, and I collapsed on top of her with the dildo still buried deep inside. I stayed like that until I was able to make my limbs start working and summon enough energy to raise myself from Lindsey, remove the dildo and flop over on my back.

I looked over to Lindsey and although her eyes were closed, she had that just-fucked-afterglow look going on and it made me smile. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing that look on somebody's face and knowing you were the one that put it there. An even bigger grin was plastered to my face when I remembered the image or Casey orgasming and picturing myself bringing her there. Lindsey barely opened one eye, looked at the state I was in, and let out a content sigh. 

"I'm glad it was as good for you as it was for me" She chuckled. 

"I have a feeling we might get some teasing from Casey tomorrow with all of the noise we made" I stated, my mind already drifting back to images of Casey. Both satisfied and exhausted, we drifted off to sleep without another word.

--

I awoke the next morning still feeling the post orgasm glow even though I could see spots of cum that had dried on my body from last night. I hopped in the shower and cut my normally long and relaxing shower to a short one, wanting to see how Casey was coping this morning.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I heard Casey and Lindsey laughing. I thought that was probably the best first sign of Casey recovering I could imagine. I knew as soon as I saw the surprised guilty look on their faces that I was the butt end of the story that had caused the laughter. 

"Glad you're feeling better even if it is at my expense" I said to Casey. That got a sheepish grin. 

I went over to her and hugged her, looked her straight in the eye and added "really, anything I can do to help you back to normal..." I let the thought die knowing that Casey would know I was being serious. Casey's eye was slightly less swollen and looked like it had already started to scab over. I went over to Lindsey and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

I could see that Casey wasn't used to seeing me kiss another woman, even if we had talked about it numerous times in college and a few times since then. 

"Sorry" I said, "habit." I added as I grinned at her.

"Well that was nothing compared to last night" Casey said under her breath just loud enough so I could hear, keeping Lindsey oblivious to our conversation.

"My house, my rules!" I quickly whispered to Casey before Lindsey noticed.

She gave me a look that said she was sorry and appreciative of the help. I gave a return look that said 'you know I would do anything for you'. She got the message. 




Charlie Ch. 03



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Casey wanted to contact a divorce lawyer as soon as possible but since it was Sunday, we figured that they would all be out for the weekend. I didn't know what was going to happen the next week, but I knew it would be very time consuming so I called in five days of vacation time that had been compiling since I started working at the hospital. This was the first time I had taken vacation time and it was so sudden that my boss was worried. I told him that it was a family emergency and I had some things that I needed to take care of. Casey had been standing within earshot when I called my boss and when I turned around, her eyes had welled up with tears.

"Hey, hey you ok?" I asked rushing to her side in case she had a sudden panic attack that I figured might come with the trauma that had just occurred the day before.

"No, I'm fine" she replied, "its just.....its just that I'm really glad you're my best friend and I consider you part of my family too" she finished as she wrapped me up in a hug that to describe it in one word just felt right. 

"Thanks, you don't have to put your life on hold for me" Casey said.

"No, don't worry about it, it's not a problem." I said.

Just then Lindsey walked in and I practically jumped out of Casey's embrace. I don't know why, but I felt an extreme sense of guilt wash over me.

"I'm gonna miss our lunches together" Lindsey said.

"It's ok, we'll have plenty of time to chat once you get home from work" I emphasized the word 'chat' and wiggled my eyebrows suggestively to ease the little bit of tension.

Lindsey still didn't seem one hundred percent sure but my answer satisfied her for now.

--

The week seemed to fly by. It was like Casey and I were still in college. Despite having so much fun that week, we actually accomplished a lot. The first things we did were to contact a divorce lawyer (we didn't figure Casey would even need a good one since Collin had hit her and we had proof) and go shopping for some more clothes for Casey since she was only able to throw a few things into her bag before she left Collin. This was perhaps my favorite time that we spent together that week.

We went to the mall so we didn't have to go all over town for different items of clothing. After shopping for the basics, we ended up in a higher end lingerie shop. We figured that not only does every woman feel more confident when they wear what they think they look good in, but since Casey was getting a divorce, she would (even though it killed me) end up back on the dating scene.

I figured I would pick out some new items as well seeing as I was on vacation and all. We had both picked out a few things that we liked, one that I had was not my taste but Casey said she thought I would look good in it so of course I was going to try it on. 

We went to the dressing rooms but they were all taken except for one.

"You can go ahead, I'll wait for you" I told Casey.

She replied with, "Don't be silly, come on we can share!"

I hesitated, knowing I would have to control myself I hesitated, "....uh, yeah...sure sure that would work I guess."

She smiled and held the door open for me. For the first time since Casey had been staying at my house, I saw a flash of the light that used to be a constant in the eyes that I longed to get lost in. When the door was closed, I stood there awkwardly as usual as Casey began to strip her shirt off over head. When her eyes were covered by her shirt, my eyes were glued to her perfect body. The slope of her breasts, the curve of her lower back, and the perfectly tight ass that was currently encased in jeans that could have been a second skin were perfection. How envious I was of those jeans, you will never know.

Casey almost caught me gawking, but I recovered just in time and quickly began removing my shirt as well. I had to turn around when I saw Casey reach to release the clasp of her bra. I did the same and put the bra on that Casey had picked out.

"How's this one look?" Casey asked

I openly looked her up and down and before I could stop myself I said, "If only you weren't straight."

She smiled as she reached out her hand to trace the edge of the bra I had on. My eyes closed and my mouth fell open. Memories of the fantasies I used to masturbate to flashed through my mind as her finger tips made contact with my skin, sending jolts straight to my pussy. I thought it was just in my mind but her fingers seemed to linger longer than just a friendly touch. And then the moment was over.

"I like it, I'll buy it for you as part payback for all you've done for me" She said.

My mind still hazy I replied, "ok, thanks but you don't owe me anything. I know you would be there for me when I really needed it."

"Yeah, you bet your sweet ass I would be." She leaned in and gave me a hug. I had controlled myself up to that point, we were both still in just bras and as soon as our skin made contact, my pussy was drenched. I wrapped my arms around her and we held on to each other longer than the typical friend hug should have been. She eventually leaned back but her arms were still around me. I had lost my ability to talk. I saw something in her eyes that I had never seen before, it was like they were darker than they were before.

We let the moment pass as we put our clothes back on and paid for our new items. We made our way back to my house in comfortable silence. My mind was racing as to what had transpired between us but I wasn't going to let that affect our time together. The rest of the day passed uneventfully.

--

I didn't think it was practical for Casey to stay with us forever so on Thursday we started to look for an apartment close to the hospital. I had heard that there was an opening in one of the labs that was in the hospital where I worked and Casey had an interview for the job early the next week. We found a few places that had potential but didn't want to jinx Casey's chances of getting the job by committing to one of the apartments. 

The rest of the week passed quickly and looking back, it seemed like I had spent the entire week absorbed in whatever Casey was doing or what she was saying. Lindsey started to take notice and took me off to a private conversation while Casey was absorbed in preparing her résumé for the interview that was only a couple of days away.

Lindsey guided me to our bedroom so that we would be out of earshot. I could tell by the look on her face that I wasn't going to like what she had to say but it was something important.

"Um..." she started, "I'd appreciate it if you let me get all of my thoughts out on the table before you say anything okay?"

I replied with a brief nod, already feeling a sense of dread washing over me.

"I don't really know how to say this" she continued, "so I guess I'll just say what's on my mind. I know myself and I think I need to move out and I think we should end the romantic part of our relationship while we are still on good terms."

She took a deep breath suppressing the emotions that were welling up inside, "I've seen the way that you and Casey interact, and I know you told me there was somebody that you were in love with in college but never mentioned specifically who, I never realized until this week that it was Casey. This past week has made it clear that you are still in love with her and not willing to let her go. I've seen the way you light up when she walks in the room, the way you unconsciously trace the spots where she touched you, and the way you constantly look at her. You've had a smile plastered to your face the entire time she has been here. And I know you still love me which is why I am doing this, I know you would never break up with me. I can't be in a relationship with someone who just loves me, I need someone who is in love with me. You've never looked at me the way you look at her. Now don't go blaming yourself, I don't, and you couldn't have predicted any of this would happen. I think the distance helped you to forget about your feelings but as soon as she came through your door all of the emotions came rushing back. I know it will be awkward at first but your friendship means a lot to me. If you don't think you can handle being just friends, I will understand, I will not contact you but I hope that you can still find room for me in your life. And I know that this relationship does mean a lot to you. Casey and I talked earlier this week while you were out and she said that you had been closed off until I came in to your life. So I guess I wanted to say thank you for letting me be a part of your life. For me you will always be the one that got away. That's it, that's all I have to say. ."

I took a second to let her words sink in. I felt terrible. I thought I had done a pretty decent job at hiding my love for Casey, I was obviously wrong.

I said the only thing I thought appropriate, "I'm so sorry."

"We can't really help who we fall for." She said as she embraced me and kissed me on the forehead, "I hope you get everything you've ever dreamed of."

A single tear formed in her eyes and ran down her check. I brushed it away with my thumb. She picked up a small duffel bag and said something about coming back to get the rest of her things and I just nodded. 

I was a very confused mix of emotions at that point. Part of me was honestly really sad to see Lindsey go, we had a lot of chemistry and if there was somebody who could make me forget about Casey, I thought for sure it was Lindsey, obviously I was wrong about that but Lindsey had a point, we couldn't help who we fall for. Looking back on the past week, while Casey was there, I had hardly even talked to or thought about Lindsey. 

Part of me was ecstatic that I didn't have to hide my affection for Casey but I knew I had to tell her otherwise it would weigh on me for the rest of my life and I would probably end up going crazy if I saw her end up with somebody else. I was also regretting that, knowing that the information I knew I had to tell Casey could potentially end our friendship if she wasn't willing to accept it.



Charlie Ch. 04



4

In college I was still (for some reason) somewhat broken up over Jay, and, strangely, a bit more broken up over losing Justine, but not so broken up as to ignore all the fresh young boys, and girls, who found me to be the older, more experienced woman, who found this slight five or six year advantage I had over them seductive. I had already lived with a man. I had already had sex with another woman. I had already experimented with BDSM. My history was proudly known. I remembered the feeling of excitement I had when I was with Justine. I wanted more of that feeling. I hoped to find it in some of the new friends I wanted so desperately to make. I identified as a submissive now. My desires for sex and my longing for friendship were intertwined and confused, so that all of my classmates were potential friends, but they were all potential lovers as well. But still, I wanted a fresh start. I didn't want college to be like high school, where I had no social courage to make new friends, where I had poor grades, where I only had one boyfriend. I was determined to live life to its fullest in college. I was all alone. No parents. No Jay. No grocery store. It was just me and my newly discovered body and intellect.

One day I had a heated debate defending my paper on the artist Basquiat. I argued that Basquiat was made a victim of 1980's gallery culture which turned him into a primitivist, savage fashion statement of its very own. At one point I argued that an Esquire journalist's description of Basquiat as 'the first great African American painter' was false and a hippy of Indian descent in my class challenged me, saying, "Oh yeah? Then name another great African American painter."

To which I of course replied, with sass, "Um, I dunno. Jacob Lawrence?" The hippy looked at me and smiled, leaning back in his seat. He said nothing more to challenge me in class. I thought I'd won.

The hippy and I walked out of the room together after class was dismissed. He followed me hastily stuffing his papers into his binder. He was new to the class. A transfer student. I looked him over briefly.

"I didn't expect you to have an answer for me," he said.

"Yeah well, most people don't expect much from me," I said and started walking back to my room. I really didn't want much to do with this boy who didn't expect much from me. I was wearing low rise jeans and a ribbed tank top in electric blue. I remember now, because it was important, but at the time I was aloof: I was wearing a pink bra and the straps were peeking out. I was wearing a belt decorated with a large metal buckle that had a hammered finish to it with matching buttons all the way around the belt. It gave me a tough outer appearance, I thought, and accentuated the way my hips swayed as I walked... or so I liked to think. It seemed as though my hips didn't sway before. But I have to admit I was still most comfortable in my combat boots but I was hardly hiding my body. My breasts may have been of average size but I wore them pressed now, against my chest and pushed upwards, the skin of which was slightly translucent. You could see some of the bigger veins in them when I wore them this way.

"But then you said the exact painter I had in mind," said the hippy.

"Whatever," I said, still deeply offended. 

"My name is Leif!" the hippy yelled after me as I walked away. "I was really into his Migration Series." I stopped. I turned around.

"Okay. So what do you want? Coffee? Ice cream? You're paying." I was interested in having a stimulating conversation and Leif was certainly most impressive looking, but something about him wasn't quite right. He displayed himself as a hippy. He wore a tie-died shirt, oversized ragged jeans barely hanging onto his ass by a braided leather belt, sandals that Jesus himself would have worn. But there was something suspicious. The locks in his hair were long, down to his hips, and slender. Very high maintenance, like they were done at a salon. His jeans were worn thin in all the wrong places, at his upper thigh, at his shin. As if they were purchased already worn thin at one of those expensive stores that tailors to rich kids and he just hadn't washed them. His shoes looked like they were the orthopedically correct sandals you pay hundreds of dollars for. This wasn't any old hippy I was going out to ice cream with. This was a trust fund hippy. My orientation leaders had warned me about them. They act poor but they're loaded. So after they dropped off their books and Leif offered me his arm, I took it with disdain. I was going to nail him in conversation. We went to a local ice cream shop. Leif ordered some kind of chocolate overload ice cream. I ordered something heavenly, I ordered something with coconut, cherries, chocolate, and vanilla. It was delicious. We both washed it down with some regular coffee.

"So I really like how he was influenced by the cubists," Leif said, attempting to continue our Jacob Lawrence conversation.

"No. You've got it all wrong. He wasn't influenced by the cubists at all. He said his style was cubist, but he was really influenced by the bold colors of Harlem," I had to explain, practically pointing my finger at Leif.

"I can see that. So where do you get your background in art from?"

"I don't have a background in art. I just research my papers thoroughly," I snapped, trying to be short with Leif and cut the conversation off, but licking my spoon outwardly at the same time. I must admit, I was beginning to notice some of Leif's finer attributes. The luxury of his hair. I could make out the outer lines of abdominal muscles through his worn thin tee-shirt, his broad shoulders. His curled eyelashes framing enormous eyes so dark brown they were nearly black. His skin was very dark and even toned across all the parts I could see. I wondered momentarily about the parts I couldn't see but then I caught myself. 

"So what other artists are you interested in?" asked Leif.

"Why art? Why not feminism? Or film? Or politics? Why are we here? Why are you even talking to me?" I asked, defensively, rudely, leaning back in my chair, arms open. I was such a bitch but I was proud of my boldness. This man was no match for me, I thought as my eyes wandered down his tee-shirt. I think my back arched. I'm such a conscious gal, I licked my spoon again. There was a silence. I peered up from my coffee and batted my eyelashes just once. I ran my fingers through my hair. Leif waited to speak.

"Because you're beautiful. Because you're smart. Because you're a bitch, a little fiery. I like that," said Leif. I have to say I was flattered by being called a bitch. Justine liked to call me a bitch. That was the last straw. We couldn't get back to campus fast enough. No sooner had we closed the door to Leif's dorm room had we started groping at each other with our hands and with our mouths. Leif's hands pawed at that spot at which my thighs curved out. He pulled at my pink satin bra straps. He pressed my breasts harder against my chest. I ran my hands along his collarbone and then his chest, down his sides, feeling his ribs and his abdominals. I ran my hands down to the worn thin back pockets of his jeans, he seemed firm all over. My hands wandered underneath his shirt and his skin seemed thick. I bit his neck as if to ingest a morsel of his flesh. He bit me back on my earlobe and pulled off my tank top on the way to his bed.

His room was decorated with various trendy political posters and intricate wall hangings. The wall hangings covered the windows. The whole room felt closed off from the rest of the world, dark, warm, almost womb like with the sunlight shining through a red wall hanging. I pushed Leif onto the bed and he obediently sat down onto it. I pushed him into the lying down position and crawled on top of him. I grabbed his mouth by the jaw, his cheeks in my hand (how Justine used to grab me), and kissed him. He kissed me back hungrily.

"No," I told him.

"What?" Leif said, seriously concerned about the status of his dick, sitting up on his elbows.

"I'm... I have to tell you something." I think I stuttered.

"Do you have herpes?" asked Leif. 

"Shut up. No. God... Do you?"

"No. Or any other disease for that matter," said Leif.

"Me neither. No. I just. I'm submissive."

"You don't seem submissive," laughed Leif. 

"No I really am. It's not funny," I nudged him. "You need to do some things so I feel good."

"Sure. What?"

I asked him to tie me down, "a little," and spank me. "And I really like choking and hair pulling."

"I wasn't really raised to treat a girl that way. But if you say it's okay."

"It's okay." Leif found the silk tie his parents made him pack for college and some ribbon he used to tie his hair with. He was able to tie one of my wrists to the bed leg and both my ankles. 

"What now?" Leif asked. "I've never done this before."

"Now you have your way with me," I told him. "What do you want from my body?" I asked, flat on my back, lifting my pelvis then arching my back, writhing in my makeshift restraints, displaying my makeshift pleasure of the situation purposefully. Leif kissed me around those restraints, starting at my ankles. He took his shirt off. He took pleasure in giving pleasure. So he licked my thighs. He licked the most sensitive and tender flesh just near my pussy. He licked the smooth skin of my outer lips. He followed my inner lips from top to bottom, around my clitoris and down to my anus. His tongue probed inwards, parting my inner labia, opening me up to him. He explored my clitoris, running his tongue, sometimes the rough parts, sometimes the smooth parts, along both sides of it, the top of it, the bottom of it, discovering I became most engorged when he ran the rough parts of his tongue along the bottom of my clit. This was difficult to discover because although I seemed quite verbal about what I wanted in the bedroom, I was tied down now. I was, in my mind, submissive now. To me it wasn't right to be very vocal about what felt good on my body. But that is where his tongue stayed and slowly he inserted one finger at a time moving in and out, coaxing my inner moisture to the surface where it could be spread on my clit and mingle with Leif's saliva and wander into his mouth. Another connection. Leif's tongue moved up and down on the bottom of my clit and he now had three fingers moving in and out of me. 

I could no longer hide my enjoyment, and clearly, why would I want to? I lifted my pelvis up off the bed. I pinched my own nipples with my free hand. I ran my fingers along Leif's beautiful hair. Goosebumps arose in a wave across my body and then disappeared. I could feel them. I was flushed and breathing irregularly. My pelvis started moving up and down slowly, almost unnoticeably even to me until a tremor started in my inner thighs and rolled up through my stomach and seemed to come out of my mouth. I was left with a look of shock on my face. No one had ever done anything like that for me before. And it was exactly as I'd specified. It was perfect. At that point I'd wanted to be ravaged. I was overwhelmed with gratitude, with passion, with confusion.

"Fuck me," I said. Leif took his pants off and rolled on a condom. Not just any condom. They were called "Magnum" condoms and purported on the package to be made for men with above average proportions. Leif was certainly of above average proportions. Most men have a wider head and then a slightly more slender shaft, but Leif had a very wide head and a completely unforgiving shaft that was the same width as the head. Leif's cock also seemed exceedingly long. The condom was black, opaque. Leif knelt in between my legs and bent my knees as far as the restraints would allow. I have to confess I was a little scared. He spread me open exactingly with one hand and pressed his totally black cock in between my dark lips with the other. He was bigger than Jay. He was bigger than anything Justine had. I could feel him stretching me around the outside. I could feel the extra pressure pushing through me on the inside. My eyes rolled back into my head. I could feel myself becoming flushed once again in a wave of gentle pins and needles down my chest, stomach, thighs. For a moment I wished I weren't restrained so I could fully spread my legs for this extraordinary cock, but I was a submissive. Restraint was my role. 

Leif wasn't a virgin. He knew he was big. He knew how to be gentle. He pressed slowly until he was all the way in. My nipples hardened significantly in a twisting motion. Leif pulled out slowly and then pressed in again, this time with a bit of force and he continued with this rhythm until I think he actually felt me become more wet and loosen after which he began pressing into me slightly harder.

"Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! You can't hurt me! Do it!" Leif stopped and looked at me. I was squirming beneath him, out of breath, flushed, angry. I writhed with him inside of me, I twisted as far as I could, I pressed myself up against him, I undulated my hips, stimulating my clit. Leif started pounding into me with a force I don't think he'd ever used on a woman before. Later he'd told me he'd never had permission before, that he'd never felt such a need to get more and more of his cock inside another person, that he felt his cock grow heavier and heavier until he came with great force, jerking his body deep into mine, pressing into me further than ever, shaking from his allowed indulgence, hovering over me, out of breath and in shock. I kissed him and giggled while he was still inside of me which made him tremble with sensitivity. I giggled again. Leif trembled again. He politely slid out of me.

"Would you like me to undo you?" Leif asked, gesturing at the restraints.

"Um," Justine never asked me that before. "Yes please." Leif untied me and we lied beside each other on the tiny bed, face to face, heads in hands.

"Well. I've never done that before," said Leif smiling.

"Oh yeah? Well don't be so proud of yourself cowboy. I had to tell you what to do," I said, condescendingly. I thought that was a good bedroom comeback from the girl in class.

"Well I kinda liked you telling me what to do. No girl's ever let me fuck her like that. I mean really fuck her. I never felt that before. I mean my dick, it never..."

"Oh shut up. You say that all the time. Whatever," I said, brushing Leif off.

"No seriously. I'm really big. Girls are usually scared," Leif said.

"Well," I thought it important I share with him, "I was a bit scared at first. But then you felt so good. I don't know what came over me. I don't usually have such a dirty mouth on my own, without prompting I mean" I confessed.

"You should use your dirty mouth more often," Leif smiled. I threw the pillow at his face. "It did wonders for me," he said, catching the pillow. I was the only woman that could really take him, in his experience. It seemed it was for that, that he called me different.



Charlie Ch. 04



This is the forth chapter in the Charlie series. All characters, events, places, and anything else you can think of are figments of my imagination that I put down on paper (metaphorically) for your viewing pleasure.

Also, as a side note, no sex this chapter so if that's what you're looking for, sorry. 

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When Casey first came to my house, she was broken and I was the one that had comforted her when she was in a dark place. She had seen Lindsey walk out the door with a packed bag and tears running down her cheek. 

When Casey asked what was wrong, Lindsey just looked at her smiled and said, "take good care of her okay?" and then left without another word.

I was still sitting on my bed trying to still absorb what had just happened and the implications that it had on my future. I was staring at the carpet that lined my bedroom when I heard a light knocking on the door.

"Come in" I said quietly.

Lindsey walked into my room looking unsure. I gave her a weak smile and then averted my eyes back to the same spot on the carpet. Lindsey quietly opened the door enough so she could enter the room. She came and sat down next to me on the bed.

I was a very confused set of emotions at that point. I obviously wasn't happy that Lindsey had left, but now I didn't have to hide my emotions for Casey from her. I was excited but at the same time terrified of the next few days and weeks and what they meant for the relationship between Casey and me. I didn't know if we would even have a relationship after I told her what I knew I had to.

All of these emotions came cascading out of me when Casey put her hand on my back. That slight contact, the thoughts that were running rampant in my head, and the events that had transpired with Lindsey caused a tear to trickle down my face. I'm not usually a crier but the weight of everything that had just happened crashed down on me. What was supposed to be a comforting gesture turned into what broke my emotional dam. 

Lindsey started to rub my back, knowing that the one tear that was shed had an enormity of meaning behind it, but not quite understanding the full meaning behind it for me. As thoughts of Casey ran through my mind I suddenly jerked away from her fearing that I would blurt everything out all at once and ruin any chance no matter how slim it was that I actually had with her. 

When I jerked away from her touch, she looked hurt but I had to escape somehow. I made some excuse about wanting to be alone to her and watched as she left my room with a disappointed look in her eyes but she gave a weak smile. I knew that what I had said was a complete and total lie; the only thing I wanted at the moment was Casey. 

I ran a hot bath and went to retrieve a bottle of wine from the kitchen. Luckily I didn't run into Casey, she had gone to her room. I drank about half of the bottle while I just soaked in the bath and organized my thoughts. I knew I had to tell Casey that I was in love with her even through the fear of rejection. I thought about the best option of how to do this and since I knew once I got stated telling her, I would jumble my words and forget something important so I decided a letter was the way to go. I was still trying to figure out a way to keep Lindsey as a friend but couldn't come up with a solution to that issue before the water went cold.

I reluctantly got out of the luke warm water and toweled dry. I put on a pair of baggy sweat pants and t-shirt and proceeded to return the remainder of the wine to the kitchen. As I shut the refrigerator door, Casey leaned against the kitchen doorway and was just looking at me. God she looked amazing, she was only dressed in a plain v-neck shirt and running shorts but to me she had never looked better. 

"Hey" I said. My eyes were not quite able to meet hers.

"Hi" she said in a very gentle tone. She took a deep breath, "I've known you for a long time now, and even though you know I hate it when you don't tell me things, I know that you like to get things clear in your own head before you lay them out on the table. So will you at least come sit with me?"

I slowly nodded and followed her to the living room. Through my buzz from the wine, I knew it would have been a better idea to keep my space away from her but I couldn't help myself, it was like there was some force between us that was always drawing me to her. The television was already on and we just sat in silence. I stared at the screen not knowing if I could trust myself to open my mouth to speak. So I just sat there and so did Casey. 

My arm was pressed up against hers due to the fact that the couch we sat on was actually more of a love seat. My skin was on fire where it made contact with hers. That wasn't helping keep my mouth shut.

Eventually my mind wandered and I started to plan out the letter that I had to write to Casey. I glanced over at Casey but it seemed like her mind was off somewhere else too.

"Look at us" I half chuckled. "We definitely have our lives figured out."

Casey started to laugh as the irony of the comment sank in. We were both newly single, Casey was unemployed and in the process of finding a job, my live in girlfriend had just left because I was in love with my best friend who was supposed to be staying temporarily, and we were both sitting on my couch watching a show that neither of us knew what it was.

With a bit of the tension broken I finally looked Casey in the eye as I took her hand in mine and said, "I will tell you all what happened but like you said, I need to collect my thoughts before I just start spurting out random things."

She smiled and gave me an understanding nod. By then it was getting late and I wanted that day to end so I headed to bed.

--

I started writing the letter the next day when I woke up. I figured since I would have to start working again that week I thought I would get a head start on it. I was wrong. Even though I had been working on sorting out my thoughts and putting them on paper for over two hours I scrapped everything that I wrote once I read through it. This was going to be hard.

--

I would be going back to work on Monday and it had been a long stressful week. I'm not normally the going out type, but I figured I had earned a few drinks and a night off from reality. I invited Casey to come to one of the gay bars in town that Lindsey and I used to go to every once in a while. This had a few perks, I knew Casey wouldn't be hit on by anybody since we would look like a couple, and it would also introduce her to part of my lifestyle since it was something that she wasn't quite used to seeing.

We arrived at the club and the DJ already had people gyrating on the dance floor. Casey and I somehow found an open booth, an unlikely even on a Saturday night. While Casey sat at the booth, I went up to the bar to get us a first round of cocktails.

When I arrived back at the table, Shawna, one of the regulars and a known player was sitting opposite Casey. Shawna had short black hair that was spiked up, a sleeve of tattoos that ran all the way up her left arm and although she was considered butch, her features were very eye pleasing. Her eyes were a piercing green; she had high cheek bones and kissable pink lips. I slipped into the booth next to Casey and put her drink in front of her.

Shawna's face went downcast as she realized that Casey was 'spoken for'. After awhile Shawna's interest was in another girl across the bar and she got up from out booth. I stayed on the same side of the booth with Casey, what can I say I liked being close to her.

Casey started to giggle and asked, "She was hitting on me wasn't she?"

"Who wouldn't?" Was my response that elicited a grin from her. I couldn't tell if Shawna had made her uncomfortable or not so I said, "Hey if you didn't like it you can be my girlfriend for the night" I added hopefully.

I was elated when she responded "ok!" as her fingers intertwined with mine. I don't think anything could wipe the smile from my face that night. I was on cloud nine. We just sat and talked and people watched while we each consumed a few more drinks like we did when we were in college. Our hands were still gripping each others, I knew I would never be the one to let go of hers.

Inevitability, as always happened when Casey and I went out, she wanted to dance. I wasn't a huge fan, but I would do anything that Casey wanted to do. When an older song came on that we used to dance to in college, Casey stood up, our hands never breaking and she practically dragged me to the dance floor.

"Since you are my girlfriend for the night that means you have to dance with me" she said with a wicked grin on her face. She knew dancing wasn't my favorite and that I rarely danced with anybody besides her.

I responded with, "Well if you are my girlfriend for the night does that mean I get to do other stuff to you when we get home?" The look on her face was priceless. Now the wicked grin was on my face and I started to laugh as she gently slapped my arm and we made our way on the dance floor. I loved the sexual banter that Casey and I had, I just wish it was as real for her that is was for me instead of joking.

Casey started to move away from me so that we would have some space between us while we danced like we did when we were in college. Our fingers were still intertwined so I lifted her arm above her, spun her around, and pulled her so that her back was pushed up against my front. I knew if I danced face to face with her so close I would end up regretting my actions. Our fingers never disconnected and my arm was wrapped halfway around her, resting on her stomach.

"This is how I dance with my girlfriend" I spoke in her ear and oh so gently brushed my lips against her ear as I started to move with the music. I felt a shiver run through her body as she had made me do many times as her body started to move with mine. Although we had never danced like this together, we seemed to be made for each other. We could each read the others body language to tell what our next move would be. My hips were grinding against her perfectly shaped ass and I gave the dancing everything I had. I didn't normally dance like this in public but I figured I had nothing to lose. I was single and in love with my best friend who was currently wrapped in my arms, I had everything to gain. 

My right hand was still holding tight to Casey's as my left hand began to wander and found a perfect resting spot on her hip. My thumb of my right hand was stroking her hand as we danced and my left hand was massaging her hip. We let the song from our college days end and then another began. I spun Casey around so we were facing each other and pulled her close. Our breasts were pressed up against each other as we both began to move to the beat.

I encircled her waist with my arms and hooked my thumbs in the back of her pants. My fingers began to gently massage her rear and pull her closer. Our crotches weren't quite rubbing together, but being this close and being in this environment with Casey was turning me on.

When the song stopped, Casey pulled back slightly to face me and it was almost like her eyes had changed shades of blue, they were darker than their usual blue. 

I couldn't read her expression as she said, "I never knew you could actually dance." She almost seemed astonished. In college I would always dance awkwardly with no one because I never had anyone to dance with.

I was slightly embarrassed, I didn't usually dance like that and, I guess I had let things get a little out of control. I was horny and dancing with the girl I loved, what do you expect?

Casey needed a bathroom break so I went up to the bar and started chatting with a guy that I had known for some time but only through the club. We were catching up and it had been probably about five minutes when I saw a commotion near the bathroom. I was on my feet in an instant thinking the worst.

Shawna had cornered Casey and was trying to feel her up and kiss her. Shawna was obviously drunk and was getting angry that Casey didn't want anything to do with her. Instead of getting in a fight with the drunk woman I casually slipped in between the two when Shawna took a drunken stumble backwards away from Casey.

"Hey love" I said to Casey "everything ok?" I asked loud enough for Shawna to hear.

"Aw, com'mon" Shawna slurred, "she's not your girlfriend, you are with that hot little blond"

"We broke up" I said, not leaving any room for questions. "This is my new girl" I said as I embraced Casey and caressed her check with my thumb, trying to convince the drunken woman that we were actually together.

"s'whatever" Shawna slurred as she staggered away.

Still embracing Casey I looked her straight in the eye and asked if she was ok. She said that she was a little shaken at first but felt better when I showed up. Her saying that warmed my heart and I pulled her into a full embrace.

"Want to head home?" I asked, not knowing what else to say and it was actually getting kind of late. Our buzz had worn off while we danced so we were fine to drive.

We walked to the car in silence, my hand felt empty without holding hers.

We got into the car and with my sense of humor and remembering what Casey had said about my dancing earlier I said, "You know you can tell how good a person is in bed by how they dance?" I bit my lip as I tried not to laugh. 

Casey burst out laughing, "Think you're that good do you?"

"It's not an I think so type of situation... I can demonstrate if you want?" I looked at Casey with my eyebrows raised letting her know that I was joking but I she was going to challenge me further I wouldn't have a second thought about following through. If she would have accepted I think I actually would have died and gone to heaven.

Unfortunately for me, Casey just gave me 'the look' and continued to laugh at me. In the back of my mind I was wishing that she had kept challenging me. When we got home, we were both tired so we just went to bed still teasing one another with the sexual banter. 

I was more turned on than I could ever remember when I slipped into my bed. We had been dancing for quite awhile earlier in the night and thoughts of the way Casey's body moved against mine and the way her body would hopefully move against mine in the future. As these images flirted through my head I could feel my panties being soaked. I reached my hand down the front of my underwear and began to massage my clit. I brought myself to orgasm very quickly and it was a very powerful one. I fell into a peaceful sleep not long after.

--

Monday rolled around so I woke up to an empty bed and a cold bowl of cereal. I still hadn't quite adjusted to Lindsey being gone. I went to work as usual to a rather uneventful day. I had lots of work to catch up on since I had been going the previous week. My boss was understanding and didn't push; he knew I did my best work when I was left alone. We had a brief conversation about how my 'family' situation was and I told him it wasn't ideal but I was coping and that I would be sure to ask if I needed anything. He seemed satisfied enough with that answer so he left me to my own devise for the rest of the day.

I wasn't quite ready to see Lindsey yet so I got a quick lunch and ate it in my office. I knew I would have to write all of my thoughts about Casey down on paper but instead I was keeping my mind busy with all of the paper work I had to catch up on. Which as it turned out did some good. By the end of the day I had finished three of the five days worth of work by staying late.

By the time I got home I was mentally and physically exhausted. I was planning on just ordering a pizza and having a few beers to help unwind but when I stepped through my door, my sense of smell was assaulted with one of the most delicious scents I had ever smelled. It was emanating from the kitchen along with some music.

I walked to the doorway of the kitchen to see Casey working at the stove. She was wearing scrumptiously short shorts with her cheeks barely concealed and a baggy t-shirt that came almost came down to the bottom of her shorts. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was swaying her hips to the music while stirring whatever was on the stove. I was no longer interested in the smell of the food, she looked delectable. 

She hadn't heard me come in or if she did she was acting like she didn't.

I went up behind her and encircled her waist with my arms while resting my chin on her shoulder, "mmmm, that smells delicious" I whispered in her ear, my lips coming close to brushing her ear. I felt a slight shiver run through her. At the time I didn't think about it, but in that situation it should have stuck out as odd to me, but at the time it just felt so right.

She turned her head so that our faces were just a few inches apart. It took all of my willpower to not close that small gap and devour her lips.

"I just wanted to make something to thank you for all that you have done for me in the past week" She said. As she was speaking, my eyes never left the deep blue of hers. Was it just me or did they darken slightly when she saw me?

"You don't have to do that!" I said as I gave her a slight squeeze before I released her from my embrace.

"I know, but I wanted to" she said, adding one of her smiles that brightened the room no matter where she was.

The dinner was the best I'd had in a long time. Not only was the food scrumptious but I was returning back to myself and was really enjoying Casey's company and the conversation we were having. By the time dinner was over I had consumed a fair amount of wine, just enough to slightly loosen inhibitions but not enough to be considered buzzed.

We talked about a lot that we had missed in each other's lives since we had left college. All of the stories that seemed not important when they happened suddenly were out only subjects we talked about.

It was getting late and I told Casey that I had to head to bed because of work in the morning again. She reminded me that her interview was set for tomorrow afternoon. We made sure that she knew where she was going and what she was wearing. 

With everything figured out for the next day we both stood up to make our way to bed. I wanted to give Casey a quick hug for the wonderful dinner and to wish her luck tomorrow, but as I went to release her, she kept her arms around me and turned her head so that her lips were almost brushing against my neck. I felt her breath wash down onto my collar bone and a shiver shoot down my spine. 

"Thanks for everything" she whispered as she lowered her head to rest on my shoulder. Besides my arms slightly squeezing her to me, I was frozen. I knew if I moved my head slightly towards her, her lips would be within kissing distance and I knew if I turned my head I wouldn't be able to resist. She smelled so good that all of my senses were overwhelmed except for taste which I greatly wanted to change. I was in heaven with her body pressed against me. That was the moment that I decided to write the letter to Casey before I fell asleep that night. I didn't care how long I had to stay up I couldn't take the sweet torture any longer.

Our hug ended regretfully and I made my way to my room and Casey to hers. I took a hot shower and then made myself comfortable in my bed with my laptop. I spent close to four hours writing, erasing, rewriting, and finally just giving up on the whole polished letter thing and wrote down what came out.

--

The next morning I woke up slightly earlier than normal so I could make Casey breakfast before she had to leave for her interview. I made her favorite type of omelet, straightened out her clothes, and sent her on her way so that she would leave before me. I left the letter on the kitchen table knowing that she would be back and find it long before I would get home that night. 




Charlie Ch. 04



I got a text from Casey after her interview saying that she got the job since she came so highly recommended by one of the hospitals staff members. I was so excited for her, but the rest of the day dragged on because I feared what I would have to go home to. I was a nervous wreck for the majority of the day. I barely got anything done.

--

The day was finally over so I packed up my things and made my way home. A feeling of dread crept over me as I was driving. My mind wouldn't shut up; it was going a million miles an hour running through all of the things that could go wrong and the very few things that could go right. My skin was clammy and I was sweating like I was running a marathon.

I made it about three quarters of the way home when suddenly there was a squealing of tires, a crunching noise accompanied by crushing metal, and a sudden shooting pain in my head. I don't know what happened after that.



Charlie Ch. 05



5 "Leif"

Leif's mom was Pakistani. She and her family lived in the city of Kalam, near the border of India. Her dad was a businessman who frequently traveled to India and sometimes brought his daughter with him. That is where she met Leif's dad, who was Indian. Their families were against their romance from the start. They always had to meet in secret, in cars parked in remote country fields, in the dead of night, or where they could be lost in a crowd. But they loved each other passionately. They were both educated and frequently discussed the differences between the histories they were being taught. They lied constantly to their families about where they had been, who they had been with, what they had been doing. When they married in secret and finally confessed this to their families, their respective families shunned them, disowned them. They fled to the only place they knew would accept such a couple, a place that wouldn't look twice at their love, a place too stupid to even know the difference between an Indian and a Pakistani. They fled to the US. Leif was born six months later and, like any child of immigrant parents, had instilled in him a very strong but very unique and specific belief structure. Leif's parents had given up their Hindu and Muslim beliefs, but their new values represented a hybrid of those old beliefs and the new ones they found in their new home. They pressed this value system harshly upon their son and no matter how he rebelled, he still turned out like his parents in the end. It was important to them, and to their son, to always respect women. It was important to them to respect differences, in religion, in appearances, in anything. It was important to them to do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Leif's name was a symbol of their newfound freedom. They wanted most for their son to be "better." Better than the atrocities of fighting and rejection back home and better than the hedonistic, misogynistic culture to which they moved.

For a long time it was just Leif and his parents moving around, from state to state, wherever Leif's father's highly lucrative import export business required them to be. This was usually along the east coast. Another thing Leif's parents believed in was education, so wherever they moved he always went to the best schools, received the best education, was pushed harshly academically as both his parents were highly educated and remained well read throughout Leif's life. They turned their backs on the inaccuracies and lies they were taught in their respective schools and sought the "truth." They taught their son about the structure of a good argument, how to find flaws in another's reasoning, how to detect falsities in what he was reading. They read fiercely with near paranoia and were able to instill in their son at least a casual sense of critical thinking. But with so much moving around it was difficult for Leif to make long term friends. And while Leif was certainly educated, without long term friends it was difficult for him to develop an identity of his own. His parents never saw this, they never saw past their own belief structure to see that their son needed something more. He needed stability. He had no personality of his own, only that which was imposed upon him by his parents, even though the very thing his parents were trying to teach him was to embrace differences, for him to be himrself against all odds. Leif didn't know who he was.

When Leif was in the seventh grade he was invited to a party. It was a swimming pool party. He wasn't sure why he was invited. He wasn't considered one of the "cool" kids. He spent a great deal of time selecting his swim trunks. He spent a great deal of time in the bathroom at the party putting them on and making sure they were just so before he came out and made his appearance. His crush, a blond girl, was sitting in the Jacuzzi and he summoned the courage to step into the Jacuzzi with her and some other kids. They all floated about, enjoying their buoyancy, aware of their sexuality on a superficial level, aware of the burning sensations in their loins but unsure what to do about it. But there was no doubt in Leif's mind, he liked Sandra. He paid close attention to her in that water tub. And she seemed to notice him too. His hopes were high. They shared a brief conversational exchanged. He was excited that she'd talked to him. This was going to go somewhere, he thought. Later on he heard from another classmate that Sandra had said Leif was hot but had no personality. Leif moved after that school year. 

When Leif was in eighth grade he moved to New Hampshire, to a port town. This is where his parents eventually settled. He went to a school for the highly gifted and talented. There were a number of crowds at the school. There were the cool kids. There were the nerdy kids. There were the leftover kids that didn't fit into either of the crowds. The leftover kids stuck together despite their vast differences. All of the kids in this crowd, this leftover crowd, had to assert some sort of persona, some sort of identity or role to set themselves apart from the nerds and the cool kids to make themselves better, at least in their own little microcosm. It was in this microcosm that Leif developed the persona of a hippy. At first it was just the clothes and the wall hangings and pot smoking. But when he moved again to a new neighborhood and entered high school he found more friends that were of his sensibilities and he discovered political interests that went along with his persona. Leif blossomed into the character he constructed for himself.

After high school he decided to take two years off from his studies to travel. This infuriated his parents, as education was part of his parents' rigid belief structure and it went against their principles for him to neglect his studies. But for Leif, travels were part of his education. He went back to his home countries against his parents' wishes to visit his families. He visited southern Europe. He walked along a part of the Great Wall of China. He went to Amsterdam. He took a full two years between high school and college. Neither Leif nor his parents realized it but his rebellion was completely following in his parents' footsteps, leaving his home country and seeking the "truth." 

It was in Amsterdam that Leif met Amalia. Amalia was an architecture student at the University of Amsterdam. Her parents were from the Netherlands and they wanted her to go to school there. Little did they know, she was taking all her classes in English. Over several cups of coffee she and Leif discovered they had much in common, as they were both the children of immigrant parents, and Amalia invited Leif back to her dorm room. She shared it with two other girls, who were home. Amalia pulled Leif into her bottom bunk bed and began kissing him. The two other girls looked at each other and giggled. Leif felt he'd be too self conscious to perform, but Amalia kept kissing him. She found a spot on his chin that made him quiver, and bestowed upon this spot especially tender and moist kisses. She opened each button of Leif's shirt, her legs spread kneeling across his lap, and kissed the spots where the buttons had been. She gave sufficient time in between each kiss so as to instill in Leif a sense of longing, overpowering, so that the next kiss made him feel as though he were going to explode. 

Amalia finally reached the final button, the one on Leif's pants. She smiled, she batted her eyelashes, she unbuttoned the button and unzipped the zipper. This was going to be the kiss to end all kisses, Leif thought. Amalia reached into Leif's pants and pulling out his cock she panicked at its massive circumference and length, she jumped out of his lap and flapped her hands in front of her face as if to fan herself. The other two girls noticed this and came running to her aid. One girl asked her what the matter was. Amalia pointed at Leif's cock, still hanging out of his pants, still semi-hard. He quickly tried to put it away. The girls made noises of disgust and kicked Leif out on Amalia's behalf. Somehow, Leif maintained a sense of self confidence after that, but always remembered he was bigger than most men and most women needed a bit of a warning.



Charlie Ch. 05-08



Chapter 5

Charlie's eyes felt like they had been glued shut. It took a herculean effort to open them. There was a steady stream of fuzz on the television screen. Nathan's legs were propped up on the coffee table. The pillow and her head were now completely in his lap. As the rest of her body gained a bit of consciousness, she realized that one of his hands was wrapped in her hair. The other one rested on the side of her body. She shifted her head slightly to look up at him. His head had lolled forward, and a small snore was coming from his lips. She smiled and held down a laugh as the snoring got progressively louder. Sleep wasn't done with her. She could feel her body beginning to give out on her again. Traitor!

She shifted onto her left side and snuggled her head further into the pillow. It was so warm. Nathan's head lolled back onto the edge of the couch. The hand in her hair began to gently rub her scalp. The hand on her side shifted with her and was now resting across her chest. Yeah, it felt like a brick laying on her chest, but it also gave a sense of security that she had come to appreciate within her best friend. She closed her eyes and drifted off again. 

The next morning, Charlie woke in her own bed. Actually, she was laying on top of her covers. The blanket from the couch was sitting covering the lower half of her body. She sat up and tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. It was then that she noticed that Nathan was sleeping in the chair in the corner of the room. He looked completely uncomfortable squished into the chair's confines. Her eyes darted over to the clock on the table next to her bed. Oh god! Thank you Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny! She had slept for 11 hours. She got off of the bed and walked over to Nathan. Charlie gently pushed his shoulder and whispered for him to wake up. Nothing! 

Fine, he can wait. A shower was calling her name, and her toothbrush was absolutely singing about the joys of fresh breath! Leaving Nathan in the chair, she padded off to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and began her earlier morning bathroom rituals. With the water running in the old claw foot bathtub, so it could heat up, she stripped out of her comfy clothes. Taking a moment to look in the mirror, she poked at the flesh around her belly. Too much of it! The whole container of kung pao wouldn't help either. Everything on her body was a little too big for her taste. Knowing her critical eye wasn't going to help her shed weight in front of the mirror, she climbed into the tub. The water sluiced down her back, wetting her hair. The comfort of the steam made her sigh. Taking a few moments to shampoo and condition her hair, Charlie enjoyed moving the water through her hair. Considering its length and how tedious it could be at times, it was one of those girl things to have long hair. It was one of those readily identifiable factors that people remembered about her. The real honesty is that most times she was too lazy to get to the hairdresser.

Then, there was the click. Her heart jumped and skipped about four beats. 

"Nathan?"

"Yep, just need to splash some water on my face real quick."

"Can you wait for me to finish? A little privacy please!"

"What? Nothing I haven't seen before. Pipe down, pip squeak!"

Charlie froze in the shower. Sure, Nathan and she had been close enough friends for a long time, but there were some boundaries that they had never crossed. Holding hair while puking, okay. A hug after a good cry that comes with a bad break up, acceptable. Peeing with the door open, no! Sharing a toothbrush, hell no! Being in the same bathroom when one or the other was naked, a huge fucking no!

"Nathan, out of the bathroom. Now!" Charlie looked around the bathtub, and typical, there was nothing there to really help her feel less naked. A shampoo bottle and razor weren't going to provide much coverage. 

"The corrections you inserted in my thesis were spot on. I've always have some problems with my comma usage."

"Nathan, you are an idiot when it comes to any punctuation. Get the fuck out of my bathroom!" 

The panic in Charlie's voice had really begun to rise. Rule #1: Men don't see her naked. Ever. She didn't like being naked in front of herself. No need to impose that level of doom on another human being. Her heart pounded in her chest as small thought of "Get out!" repeated over and over again. She was going to kill him. Call 911. 

Chapter 6

Nathan had pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the shower with her. Granted, he was fully clothed, but the main idea was she was naked. Her throat began to close. Looking left and then right, there was no way out except through Nathan. Doing the only thing she could think of to shield her body, she stepped up and grabbed a hold of him. Her arms latched to his waist and pulled him in a hug.

"What's the big deal? I've seen you dress and undress for the past six years. We can discuss privacy when you begin dressing with your curtains closed." Nathan answered as he planted his hands on her hips. 

Charlie gritted her teeth together. "You are doing wonders for my self-esteem right now. Get your hands off of me!"

"Self implies it come from you, within yourself." He removed his hands and let his arms dangle at his sides. 

"Fine! You are doing nothing for my sense of modesty. We can get into a discussion about semantics at some other time, you asshole!" Charlie couldn't bring herself to let go of Nathan; that would mean more skin exposure than necessary. She felt his head begin to tilt down. 

"Eyes on the ceiling, buddy!" 

Nathan's head snapped back up. Charlie pulled her head away from Nathan's chest in order to make sure Nathan was complying with her request. His head was completely tilted back with his line of sight nowhere near her body. Charlie's heart continued to pound as she frantically tried to think of a way of how to get out of the tub without flashing an unnecessary skin. Shit! Shit! Shit!

"What now?" asked Nathan as he stood there breathing normally meanwhile she was sucking down gulps of air as fast as her lungs could process the oxygen. She could hear the edge of a chuckle in his voice. God, she was going to beat the crap out of him when this was said and done. He was not going to live through this experience. A jury of her peers, other women, would completely understand.

"I am trying to preserve my sense of dignity. Give me your shirt," she demanded. Her hands were moving up his back, trying to peel the shirt off of him from behind. 

"I have to move my head to do that," Nathan responded. She felt his arms begin to move, and she lurched to hold onto him more securely. What she didn't expect was the small kiss that was laid on her forehead. Why the hell would he do that right now? What the hell!?

"Got you thinking about something else beside being naked," he whispered in her ear. Charlie dug her nails into his back as a reminder that he had a different task at hand. 

"Okay! Okay!"

Nathan reached his arms up towards his head. She noticed he was doing the back of the shirt tug that many guys use to remove that particular piece of clothing. It came over the top of his head. Charlie started to have a moment in which she might be able to breathe. He pulled his arms out of the shirt rather awkwardly. 

Now, there was a new problem. The cloth that was to be her guiding light and savior in this crap shoot was bunched up in front of her between them. There wasn't going to be a way to maneuver it without her putting some space between her body and his. Charlie grabbed onto the shirt and managed to wretch it free from the space between their bodies. Once the fabric was free, she began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Mabel, I see the light, and I'm coming home. 

"You know you are like the MacGyver of teasing," Nathan interjected as he rested his head back in his ceiling stare position. 

"Am not." Charlie flipped her arm around in order to straighten out the now wet cloth. It was becoming an impossibility, but with her level of perseverance, anything could be accomplished. Slowly, but surely, the fabric was freeing itself, so it could hang normally. 

"Well, you keep wiggling your naked body against me, and we will need to talk about the birds and the bees. You're not doing anything for my sense of modesty." It was at that moment that Charlie registered the feeling of something hard pressing against her stomach.

"You are a dead man!" Charlie hissed. She punctuated each word with anger as she continued to wiggle the fabric of the t-shirt free of itself. Once it was finally in the position she wanted it, Charlie pulled it closer to her body, quickly interjecting it between their bodies. She stepped back, hoping that it would at least cover enough of the naughty bits. So much for dignity. She was standing naked, barely covered with a wet t-shirt, her hair hanging in limp wet chunks. Yeah, her dignity has just rinsed down the drain. 

"Now, get out!" Nathan couldn't mistake the level of fear and frustration vibrating in her voice. 

Nathan began to move, and it only was the natural male instinct to let his eyes drift lower than Charlie would have liked. Sure, all of the funs parts were covered, but the gentle curve of her hips jutted out from the sides of the material. He was also seeing more leg than Charlie really ever exposed to anyone. When his gaze finally drifted back up to her face, her eyes were strained and pained. He only saw fear, frustration, and panic. She was actually trembling and biting her lip. All of it was more endearing that she knew, but he knew he had already pushed his luck over the edge of saving. He moved the shower curtain aside and stepped out of the bathtub. 

Charlie's knees couldn't hold her any longer. She sat down on the floor of the bathtub and furiously rubbed her eyes. She wasn't going to cry about this. She wasn't going to cry about this. Not Nathan! Not the one last person in her life that she really felt like had not screwed her over in some shape or form. However, with this whole little stunt (and let's not forget his admission about watching her dress through the bedroom window), Charlie felt really alone in her shower. Alone and now cold as the hot water was running out. She heard the same click that came as a harbinger of doom for this whole situation. The door was closed, and she was really alone. The new click signaled the end of her current misery, and it gave her a green light to exit the shower. 

Chapter 7

She wrung out the shirt and slapped it over the shower rod. She then reached out and grabbed her towel. A quick drag of the towel across her skin did the job. She used the towel to rub the extra water out of her hair. Thankfully, she had put her robe back in the bathroom. It felt like her mind had shut down. Nothing was making sense, and even her other thoughts felt like piles of rubbish. Why did Nathan get into the shower with me? Why did I eat the entire container of kung pao chicken? Should I add a dominatrix scene to the new novel? Again, nothing was making sense. Her brain was trying desperately to focus on anything but what had just happened.

Another saving grace. He wasn't in her room when she opened the bathroom door. She quickly skirted over the curtains that hung on either side of her window. Those fuckers were going to remain closed from now on. Her eyes quickly glanced up, and wouldn't you know it, Nathan was standing in his window. He was standing there with that Cheshire cat grin still covering his face. He had already changed out of his wet jeans and was holding them in his hand. Charlie flipped him the middle finger and pulled the drapes closed. Needing a couple moments to collect her thoughts, she sat on the edge of her bed. What the ever-living, fucking, holy hell, shoe-wearing dog just had happened?

Doing the best thing she knew, she decided that 1) she would kick the crap out of Nathan and 2) she was going to ignore this little stunt thereafter. That was the key, get back to normal. She still needed to type her pages for the day. Laundry was waiting in the downstairs. The plants in Deloris' apartment needed a good dose of TLC. There were things to be done. All of it would be done clothed. 

Charlie grabbed her pair of jeans that she wore the day before and hefted them over her hips. Today was her favorite Lucky Charms t-shirt. It was soft and green and something comforting. She walked back into the bathroom and pulled a brush through her hair, probably brushing way too hard. Some large clumps of hair were showing up in the brush. Feeling a bit too trapped for her taste, she chucked the brush at the mirror. Better get this over with. She pulled the wet t-shirt off of the shower rod and made her way down the stairs. Wouldn't you know, the bastard was going to make it easy to kill him. The only problem was the bloody mess would be in her apartment not his. 

Nathan was sitting at her kitchen table with a bowl of cereal. Charlie marched over to the table, snatched the bowl from its resting place, and threw the wet t-shirt in his face. He actually had the gall to sit there in shock and awe holding an empty spoon. 

"Here's the deal. I am going to talk, rationally I hope. You are going to sit there like a good little boy who actually owns a brain. Comprende? Good. First of all, thank you for the sleep last night. I appreciate your willingness to help me. Next, not sure what fucking demon from hell possessed you to walk in my bathroom. I don't know what kind of brain aneurysm occurred for your mental capacities to completely lapse, but climbing into my bathtub with me was definitely wrong! What the fuck, dude? Are you serious? I would have never expected that from you. I thought you respected me and my personal space just a bit more than that." Charlie was pacing around the kitchen as she tried to keep her volume from moving into a flat out yell. She slammed the bowl of cereal into the sink. 

"I thought . . ." Nathan started to speak. Charlie's head whipped around on her shoulders. The look in her eyes told Nathan that it would be better for him to close his mouth immediately. Thankfully, he did just that.

"Good call, asshole. I hope you got an eyeful. I also hope you enjoyed your last bowl of cereal. This is going to be the last time you walk into my apartment without so much as a fucking knock on the door. Guess what? Doors are being locked from now on. Fuck!" Charlie screamed the last word with clenched fists in the middle of the kitchen floor. 

Nathan stood up quietly and pushed in the chair he was using. He walked over to Charlie, looking down into her eyes. They were the same smiling eyes that looked at her every day for the past six years. She tried looking for the hint of disgust at having seen her naked. She sure as hell tried to find the glimmer of remorse. Both weren't there. Just the same smiling Nathan eyes. 

"Why? Why would you do that? Can you at least tell me what the fuck you were thinking?" Charlie demanded with her arms flailing at her sides. Nathan continued with his infuriating smile. He grabbed one of her pseudo-epileptic hands and pushed the spoon into it. Then, again without warning, he kissed her forehead. Charlie calmed and stopped her erratic movements. That forehead kiss was disarming. Now, she looked like an idiot in the middle of her own kitchen, holding a spoon. 

"Text you later," Nathan tossed over his shoulder as he shut the door. Charlie's mouth flopped open like a gasping fish. Stamping her feet on the floor, she began screaming again. The only thing that broke her temper tantrum was the sound of the back door opening again. Nathan stuck his head in the door, and his hand curled around to the door handle from the inside. He pushed down on the small locking button. Another smile and he closed the door. Charlie, now completely enraged, hurled the spoon she had been holding at the closed door. Only to make herself feel better, she yelled "Asshole!" too. 

Chapter 8

After two cups of coffee and one round through her writing song list, she managed to calm down enough to put her fingers to the keyboard. The sounds of Enigma put her into a sort of trance conducive for writing. The music was soothing, slightly exotic and erotic. It helped keep on track for finishing seven more pages. However, it became difficult to concentrate on her own music with "Apologize" from OneRepublic was blaring through her kitchen window. Shaking her head, she got up from her writing desk and made her way into the kitchen. Nathan was in his kitchen window with sunglasses on. His head swaying back and forth like Stevie Wonder while he belted out the lyrics for the song. Charlie so wanted to laugh, but she couldn't let him see that she had given in. Instead, she closed the window and lowered the blinds. 

Returning to her writing desk, she did turn up the volume of her music. Enigma wasn't going to cut it anymore. She filled in her "Greatest Hits and Hurts" list. Some Pink, Jann Arden, Amanda Marshall, Rusted Root and the like. When the player got to "U + Ur Hand," she jacked up the volume. Maybe Nathan would realize that Charlie was not his form of entertainment. She needed something to help her get out some energy. Realizing she couldn't sit staring at the computer screen any longer, she decided it was time to start the laundry. As she was stuffing a load into the washer, she heard the beep of her cell phone. Rolling her eyes back into her head, she could only imagine what was waiting on her phone. She set the wicker laundry basket back on the floor and walked to her writing desk. The phone was flashing a message waiting signal. 

Nathan: Sorry! Still love me?

Charlie: You? Yes, you are sorry pathetic and mean fuck off

He wasn't going to get out of the proverbial dog house that easy. Charlie sat back down at the computer and got back to work. It was about an hour later when the door bell at her back door rang. She leaned to the side to see the back door. No shadow, no one there. What the hell is he up to now? Charlie trudged over to the door and opened it. No one there, but when she looked down there was a cup of coffee and a small brown paper bag. 

Nathan couldn't stand it when Charlie was mad at him and was already resorting to bribery measures. Charlie leaned down to grab the coffee and bag. When she stood up, she saw Nathan standing in the middle of the courtyard. His hands shoved in his pockets with a little-boy-lost look on his face. Charlie stepped back and shut the door with her foot. Nope, not giving in. She'd eat the muffin and drink the coffee anyway.

The rest of the day was as uneventful as possible. Her brain droned out the necessary pages of soft-core porn for her novel. Feeling bad that she was running her computer into heat exhaustion, Charlie turned it off for the evening. Maybe it was time to treat herself with some reading of her own. 

Beep! Charlie picked up her phone to see what new message was waiting for her. 

Nathan: Eat!

God, the boy could piss her off. She didn't need a caretaker. She knew when to eat, when to sleep. Just for that, she would forego dinner. Ha! Charlie snapped off the music that was playing next to her desk, grabbed her phone, and headed up the stairs. Since she would spend the rest of the evening sprawled on her bed with a book, there was no reason she couldn't jump into her comfy clothes. It was back to the usual—tank top, panties, and oversized robe. 

She jumped onto the bed and settled onto her stomach. Swiping the book off of her night stand, she dropped it on the bed in front of her. Laying her head on her hands, she stared at the closed drapes. Her room felt different with them sheltering the window. It was smaller, more cramped. She felt almost disconnected, but then her mind drifted back to the scene within the shower. Nathan's head up and back against the shower wall, so he could look at the ceiling. Her feelings of being fat and inadequate flared up like a fire, and confirmed that it was a good thing that the drapes were closed. 




Charlie Ch. 05-08



Beep!

Nathan: You didn't eat yet. 

Charlie closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Fuck him! She opened the book in front of her and began to read. There wasn't anything too exciting about the book. Occasionally, to get her interest back into the reading, she scanned for the sex scene pages to have something interesting to read. It was then that the music started from Nathan's room across the small alley way between their buildings, "Broken" by Seether and Amy Lee. Charlie actually put her book to the side and rolled onto her back. Playing one of her favorite songs. Cool. Playing it to get to me, well that was just mean. She listened to the lyrics about not feeling right when the other person was gone. She had even gone so far as to sing a bit of it under her breath. 

There was a small break and some silence. Then, another song began. Charlie actually had to smile for a moment. Nathan definitely had a way with his music. Now, it was "Crash and Burn" by Savage Garden. No fair playing their anthem of friendship. Charlie kept her eyes closed as she listened to the song. Yeah, the lyrics reminded her that Nathan had her back, but that wasn't going to cut it at this moment. She was still pissed about the whole shower thing. 

She grabbed her phone that was lying next to her and put in a phone call to Melanie, another one of her good friends from college.

"Hey Mellie!"

"Charlie, my favorite porn writer. What you up to, chica?" Charlie could hear a rush of noise on the receiver of her phone. No doubt Melanie was at some fantastic club with some fantastic guy about ready to have some fantastic sex of her own. She was just that beautiful and charming. 

"Not much. Just need a break from the writing. Where you at?" Charlie sat up and scooted the edge of her bed. A night out on the town was beginning to sound appealing. She didn't feel like lying around all night listening to his weak apologetic attempts through music. Distraction was needed at this point. 

"I'm at Name right now. If you hurry, I've have a few things waiting for you." Melanie was now basically screaming in her ear. 

"Give me 45 minutes. Be sure my name is at the door!" Charlie was now screaming back into her own phone to make sure Melanie got the message. 

"Will do." Click and silence.

Charlie jumped off the bed and went to her closet. She stood looking at the pile of clothes, wondering what she might wear. She really wasn't one to do the whole "whore" look that many of the girls at the clubs used, but she at least needed to put on a good show of her endowments. She grabbed her favorite pair of jeans, the ones that actually made her butt look decent and held in her stomach. Next, a black lacy sleeveless top. Not cut so low that her boobs would pop out, but low enough to show off a decent amount of cleavage. A nice pair of black heels would finish off the outfit. 

After dressing, she moved into the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup. A bit of a shag within her long tresses and some bangs to cover a bit of her eyes. Some makeup to accentuate her eyes and a dark wine red lipstick. Standing back from the mirror, she did a bit of a twist and turn to check that everything looked okay. Feeling half way decent about her appearance, she moved back to her room. After grabbing her phone, she clicked her way down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. She opened a drawer next to the back door and pulled out her "clubbing" purse. Small enough that she could tuck it into her back pocket, but large enough to hold her ID, some money, a pack of cigs, and a lighter. Thankfully, it was still warm enough at night that she really didn't need a jacket. 

She opened the back door and almost stepped on top of a sandwich. A small growl came out of her lips. She grabbed the sandwich and its plate and shoved it onto the nearest counter. Nathan! Pulling the door closed, she made her way off of the balcony. Passing in front of Nathan's balcony, she heard a small cough. He sat on one of his chairs with a book resting in his lap. Charlie dropped her head in order to avoid eye contact with him. Eye contact would mean truce. No way in hell!

Standing up straight, she drew on what confidence she had. Charlie continued her walk in front of his balcony. A low whistle drifted through the air. Nope! Not looking! She continued walking, the click of her heels loud on the pavement, a middle finger extended. Shortly, she was out of the courtyard and making her way down the street. Once she made it to Central Avenue, she gave a brisk run to cross the lanes of traffic. The light rail station was only an eighth of a mile down the street. Luckily, she didn't have to wait too long at the station before the next train approached. She boarded the train and remained standing. The jeans she was wearing weren't the kind for sitting; the possibility of cutting of leg circulation would become a reality if she sat down. Instead, she held onto the pole and wobbled on her heels. Let the evening begin!



Charlie Ch. 05



This is the forth chapter in the Charlie series. All characters, events, places, and anything else you can think of are figments of my imagination that I put down on paper (metaphorically) for your viewing pleasure.

Also, as a side note, no sex this chapter so if that’s what you’re looking for, sorry!

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I woke up briefly. It was like trying to walk through a dense fog. I was fighting for consciousness. I heard sirens and voices. My mind was fuzzy. I couldn’t comprehend any of the words that were being spoken. There was a copper taste in my mouth. The only thing I knew was that I was still in my car. I tried to move but there was too much pain. My head started to spin and everything faded to blackness again.

--

I was still fighting for consciousness. I was afraid of what could happen if I stopped fighting. There were too many what ifs and people I still loved in my life to just give up. Everything was still fuzzy. I was laying flat now. I tried to open my eyes but it was bright I assumed I was in a hospital. I tried to move but there was a shock of pain that seemed to course through my entire body so I concentrated on what the people around me were saying.  I was fading in and out but I caught a few pieces of information.

“She’s waking up, let’s get some pain meds in her. We have lacerations on her head and upper body, suspected broken left leg and ribs. Get the portable x-ray; she’s too unstable for transport.”

I faded out to blackness again. 

--

When I awoke next, it was still like trying to fight through a dense fog but it seemed more manageable than before. I gave my body some time to reboot before I tried testing out my senses again. 

I was scared. I didn’t know where I was or exactly what had happened. I could feel the bed underneath me and the tubes that I assumed were giving me medicine and nutrients. I knew I was hurt, but I couldn’t tell how badly. 

When I listened, I heard a steady beeping that had to be a heart monitor. I also heard a steady breathing close by and footsteps that sounded farther away. I took into stock that my hearing was working, I didn’t want to chance too much movement yet due to the pain I had experienced the last time I tried so I tried to open my eyes. I groaned at the bright light and instinctively shut my eyes. A second later I heard some shuffling and the lights in the room were turned off.

I felt a presence in the room approach my bedside and as soon as I heard the whisper, I knew who it was.

“Please, please wake up this time” I heard Casey whisper.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I knew I had to fight. To make the pain that I heard in Casey’s voice go away. I had to fight. For her.

I opened my eyes, slower this time to let them adjust which wasn’t nearly as bad since Casey had turned the lights off. I opened my eyes just enough to see. I still feeling the effects of what I assumed was a pain killer, making it hard to open them the rest of the way. I turned my heard towards the side of my bed that I heard Casey at. Her head was buried in her arms on the side of my bed. 

Painfully I picked my right arm up and gently stroked my hair. She immediately raised her head as she covered her mouth with one hand and squeezed her eyes shut trying to fight back tears.

“Hey” I barely whispered to her. My mouth and lips were dry.

She didn’t say a word, she just reached out and ran the back of her hand down the side of my face. Her concern for me was evident as she pushed the nurse’s button. Her eyes never left mine. I found comfort in the deep blue richness of her eyes like I had many times. Suddenly I knew I would be okay because I would never stop fighting.

I wanted to talk to Casey but the nurse promptly arrived.

“Hi, I’m Nancy, I was wondering when you were going to wake up, we stopped the medicine for your medically induced coma this morning. Do you know where you are and I guess I should start with who you are, you had a pretty good head injury.” Said the older nurse as she put a straw in some water and let me sip on it.

“Um well I know I’m Charlie, as to where I am I assume at a hospital, and judging by the amount of flowers in this room probably Mercy General” (the same hospital that I worked at)

“Well you have good deductive skills” the nurse said as she checked the monitors that the steady being was coming from. “Do you remember what happened, how you got here?”

I kept looking at Casey, she was like a drug to me, I couldn’t stop looking.

I didn’t want the nurse to know what had transpired between Casey and I since I didn’t know Casey’s reaction yet.

“The last thing I remember is leaving from work” I said.

“Well you were in a pretty bad car accident. Somebody was texting and driving and ran the light at the intersection you were crossing. The driver’s side of your car, basically right where you were sitting took the hardest hit. You have lots of bruises, a broken leg along with a few of the bones in your foot, a few cracked ribs, and a total of 76 stitches in various places.”

I was shocked, my mouth kept opening and closing but nothing was coming out. I knew the only reason I had survived was because of Casey. I looked at her again. I could tell that she had already known what had happened but it was still painful to hear again. There were tears silently running down her cheek. 

“The accident was a week ago, you’ve been in a coma and your friend here” the nurse said indication Casey, “hasn’t left yet.”

Now it was my turn to choke back a sob which despite the pain it caused in my ribs was more of a response to knowing that Casey hadn’t left after I gave her the letter. A knowing look passed between myself and the nurse and she promptly said that I was looking better and while recovery would take a while, I would most likely have no long term problems and left the room.

When the nurse left there was silence between Casey and I. I still wasn’t sure of Casey’s decision. I couldn’t meet her eyes. Casey pulled a chair to the side of my bed and pulled out a folded up piece of paper that I immediately recognized. My eyes were fixed on the paper; I still couldn’t look at her. The only sound in the room was the constant beeping coming from the heart monitor.

Finally Casey took a deep breath and let out a sigh. “I got your note” she said and left the sentence hang.

I finally looked her in the eye. She was smirking at me! Out of all of the reactions I had anticipated, a smirk was not one of them but it cooled off my nerves. She then lowered her eyes and stared at the note.

“I can see that.” I responded.

“And I uh” Casey continued, “thought I had my mind made up....but then the accident happened”

I thought my heart was going to drop through my chest and hit the floor. Casey looked like she didn’t know how to say what she was thinking. I reached out to brush her hair from her eyes and tuck it behind her ear. My hand then cupped her cheek and tilted her face up.

“Casey I need your answer this is killing me” I said.

She put her hand over mine that was still resting on her cheek and uttered one syllable that made me think that I really had died and gone to heaven. 

“Yes”

I was silent, not wanting to break the spell that had been created by that one word. I was at peace. The Girl I had been in love with for close to seven years had finally moved me out of the friend zone.

“But” she continued, “I can’t promise it’ll be easy. This week gave me a lot of time to think. Before I got the call that you had been in an accident I thought there was no way I could go through with this. This accident was a blessing in disguise. What the nurse didn’t tell you earlier was that at one point you were actually dead for almost a minute and a half. When I heard that, it felt like my heart split in two. At first I thought it was just because you were my best friend. Then I realized that there was no way I could have continued with a regular life without you. I would have been heartbroken. I feel a deeper connection with you than I ever have with anyone.”

By now I had silent tears streaking down my face. Happy that Casey realized what there was between us, but sad it took me dying for her to figure it out and ecstatic that she was telling me how she felt. I let her continue without speaking.

“I want to be with you, but I don’t know how” she finished uncertainly.

“We will just be us” I said. I know it sounded cheesy but it was true. The only thing that would change would be that now I didn’t have to restrain from doing all of the things I wanted to do with Casey. I scooted to one side of my bed and patted the other side, indicating that Casey should lie down with me.

“I don’t want to hurt you” she stated as she looked tentatively over the cast and bandages that covered my body.

“What is painful is not being able to hold the love of my life like I want to for the past seven years” I said.

Casey understood and while she seemed taken slightly aback by my confession, she gently took the spot next to me on the bed. I was exhausted and it felt as though I was getting another dose of pain meds. I quickly drifted off to sleep with my arm draped over Casey’s shoulder and her head resting on my shoulder after I gave her a kiss on top of her head and I felt her smile against me.

--

I awoke the next morning to find Casey gone. When the nurse came to check on me she noted my foul mood. She told me that Casey went home to gather some of my clothes so I wouldn’t have to walk around in the hospital gown.

Casey walked in half an hour later with a couple pairs of baggy sweats and t-shirts that were a few sizes too big. I didn’t notice what she was carrying though, I only noticed Casey. She was absolutely perfect and I knew the faster I recovered, the faster I could be alone with her. I also knew that there was much more to be said between us and I was tired of all of the medical personnel interrupting us. Also I was not used to being trapped in a bed all day long and was starting to go stir crazy.

I finally convinced one of the nurses to let Casey take me in a wheel chair to the green space that the hospital had. She rolled me through the halls of the hospital until I could finally see the outside world. When we exited the building, I took in a deep breath and while it hurt my ribs, the air felt better in my lungs than the stale air of the hospital. We found a spot with a bench so Casey could sit as well.

We sat in comfortable silence for a long time just enjoying the gentle breeze and the sound of the birds chirping. Although I knew Casey wanted to be with me, there was still a ton of aspects that we were going to have to talk through before we set anything in stone. 

“When are you supposed to start work?” I started the conversation.

“Well it was supposed to be tomorrow, but they said it would be okay if I delayed until you were released and settled back at your house.”

“That is something else I wanted to talk about.” I paused, nervous for the possible rejection. “Would you want to just keep living with me? I mean all your stuff is already there and it would be silly for me to have the entire house to myself because there is so much space and I can’t fill the space, it’s too much for just me and this way you won’t have to go through the hassle of finding a new place and moving all of your things and”

“I would love to stay” Casey finally interrupted as she grabbed my hand and brought it to her lips. Gently brushing the back of my hand with those perfectly proportioned lips, she looked into my eyes. Her eyes turned a shade darker as a fire was lit in the pit of my stomach. I half groaned, half moaned at the simultaneous action and thought that it would still be a few long days before I would be able to go home and finally be with Casey.

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Those last few days in the hospital were spent getting poked and prodded and the only happy moments I had were when Casey would sneak me down to our space in the hospital garden or when she would sometimes stay the night in my cramped hospital bed. Finally after I demonstrated that I was able to get around by myself and all of my tests indicated that the only thing left to heal were the broken bones and cuts. There would be no long lasting effects.

Casey and I were packing up my things and all of the stuff that had been sent by friends and family when I heard a soft knock at the door.

“Hey Charlie” Lindsey said quietly. “I saw you were on the discharge board and thought I’d finally come to see you.”

The entire time I had been in the hospital Lindsey had never once crossed my mind.

“I kept track of your progress on your charts. I was one of the nurses on call the night of your accident but I had to leave when they were trying to shock your heart back in to rhythm.  I thought you died... and I had to come see you in person just to make sure you were actually okay.”

I was stunned at Lindsey’s confession. I guess even though she had been the one to break up with me, she was taking it harder than I had since I already had Casey. I looked over at Casey and she had the typical look on her face that a current girlfriend gives an ex.

“Yeah” I said, “still alive and kicking...sort of” Indicating my broken leg. “Hey thanks for coming and keeping an eye on me, I trust that you would have set them straight if you saw something they were doing wrong” I said with a smile.

And with a quick nod and a smile Lindsey left. I looked over to Casey and noticed she was staring through the door where Lindsey had just shut the door.

“Hey come here” I said gently to Casey. I was still in my wheelchair so she stood in front of me. I grabbed both of her hands in mine and my thumbs began to absentmindedly stroke the back of her hands. I stood up on my good leg, released both of her hands and put them around her waist. She automatically put her hands around my neck which sent a shiver down my spine.

I laid my head on her shoulder and asked “What’s wrong Casey?”

She was quiet for a moment, “It just been a stressful past few weeks and frustrating”

“How so”

“Well when we first talked about being together, the first thing I wanted to do was kiss you but this week you have barely touched me.” My heart swelled with need.

“I am so sorry” I said picking my head up off her shoulder and looking into her mesmerizing eyes, “I thought that since you were new to this lifestyle that you wouldn’t want people to think we were a couple until you were more comfortable with it.”

“Charlie you know me. I don’t half ass things, what I do I do with one hundred percent...what happened to ‘just being us’?” she quoted me from earlier in the week.

And I didn’t hear the rest of what she was going to say because I put one of my fingers to her lips to silence her. My eyes focused on her lips then back to her eyes where I saw she was now staring at my lips as I subconsciously licked them. I slid my hand down to her chin and brought her lips closer to mine. I could now feel her breath dancing across my face as I closed the last few inches. 

I barely brushed my lips against hers as my hand that was on her chin slid around to the back of her neck.  I pulled back slightly, still trying to judge her reaction.

“Just kiss me already” Casey demanded.

I was never one to ignore my girl’s needs so I once again closed the distance between us as my hand on the back of her neck threaded through her hair and the arm that was still around her waist pulled her closer so that our bodies were pressed up against each other. My lips slid against hers as I took the lead. I gently sucked her bottom lip between mine and ran my tongue across it. I pulled back slightly and then pressed out lips together again begging for entry to her mouth with my tongue dancing across her lips. 

I didn’t have to wait long as she let out the cutest little moan and the tip of my tongue made contact with hers for the first time. Her taste was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough. I had been waiting seven years for this; you better believe that I was going to savor it.

Our tongues battled back and forth as they slid across one another. Both of our breathing sped up as I untucked th back of her shirt so I could touch her skin. Her breath hitched as my fingers danced just above her pant line.

I began kissing across Casey’s jaw line so that my mouth was next to her ear. Her breathing was fast and hitched in her throat as I sucked her ear lobe into my mouth, letting my tongue dance across it as it slid out of my mouth.

“Better?” I whispered in her ear, letting my lips brush against her skin.

Her breathing was ragged as she answered, “For the moment....wow, that was”

“Electric?” I interrupted.

“Yeah” she said. We both stood there just holding each other as we let out breathing return to normal.

“Let’s go home” I said as I hugged her tighter and gave her a quick kiss.

“I like the way that sounds” Casey replied.

I signed the last of the papers at the desk on our way out of the hospital as we made our way home. With the broken ribs and leg, it took a few minutes to get into the car but as long as I didn’t make any sudden movements it didn’t hurt that bad due to the pain killers I was still on. 

Our ride home was a comfortable silence and gave me some time to just watch Casey and how she moves. Everything she did was graceful. From the way she tucked her hair behind her ear to the smooth way she turned the steering wheel, I couldn’t look away. She caught me looking numerous times and I just smiled back, finally being able to fully look at and appreciate the girl I loved was not something I was going to be ashamed of.

By the time we finally arrived home and I settled on the couch it was late afternoon.

“You hungry?” Casey called from the kitchen. “There’s not much here besides frozen pizza.”

“Pizza sounds great to me, and if only I wasn’t on pain meds, god a beer sounds so good!”

Casey laughed as put the pizza in the oven and came to sit with me on the couch. By then I had my broken leg propped up on the coffee table that we kept in front of the couch and my head had fallen back and was resting against the cushions of the couch. Casey walked over to the couch with more pain pills and a glass of water.

“Sorry, no alcohol yet” she smiled as she handed me the glass of water after I threw back the pills.

I set the glass of water on the coffee table as Casey grabbed the remote and snuggled into my side. In that moment, I had never wanted to make love to a girl more but between the exhaustion from leaving the hospital, the pain meds, and the extra energy my body needed to heal I just had to settle for being close to Casey.

I heard a faint dinging and smelled pizza and realized that Casey was no longer beside me. I must have dozed off. Casey came back to the living room a few minutes later with two plates of pizza. 

“Here eat up, doctors said you needed to keep food in your stomach while on the pain meds.”

After eating noting besides hospital food for the past week she didn’t need to tell me twice. Even though it was a cheap frozen pizza, it was possibly the best pizza I have ever eaten. Casey kept laughing at the noises of pleasure I was making while eating partially because it tasted so good and partially because I was slightly loopy from the meds. Together we finished almost the entire pizza.

“Mmm, I’m stuffed” I said as I lay back on the sofa, closed my eyes and stretched my arms above my head until I flinched in pain. “Ouch” I rubbed my ribs.

Casey was just watching my hand rub my ribs when she started to move towards me and lay down next to me so that she was propped up on one elbow. He hand took over gently massaging where I had been. My breath hitched as my eyes closed at her touch. I felt her breath on my face and knew that she had moved closed. 




Charlie Ch. 05



I felt her lips gently brush my face near the corner of my lips and I smiled. Her hand was still working its magic and I could feel it working its way up towards my breast. As her lips made full contact with mine she caressed the underside of my boob. 

We stayed like that for a long time just kissing, holding, caressing, and being close to one another. It was perfect; I wouldn’t have traded that time for anything in the world. 

After awhile though, I felt the meds really kick in and relax me. Casey was so in tune with me that she immediately noticed.

“Hey, let’s get you to bed, you’ve had a rough couple of weeks, I’m sure your bed is calling your name” she whispered in my ear. My eyes were already closed and a smile spread across my face.

“One condition” I said. She raised an eyebrow in question. “You spend the night in our bed.”

“Are you sure?” She questioned. “You know I’m a wild sleeper, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Honestly, I don’t care as long as I am close to you” I replied. She got a big grin on her face and answered with a nod. I gave her one last quick kiss before we made our way to our room. God that sounds so good. Our room.

We both did what we needed in the bathroom and I slipped under the covers in my usual sleeping attire, just panties, before Casey emerged from brushing her teeth. When Casey came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a night shirt and loose fitting shorts. I actually heard her groan when she pulled the covers down to reveal my almost naked body. 

Hearing her want for me set my body on fire and once again, I knew there was nothing we could really do about it for the time being. He want for me also surprised me just like her all in declaration at the hospital. I knew she said that she finally realized that I was the one but I expected there to be a phase where I would ease her into the lifestyle. I never in a million years thought that she would dive right in.

She slipped her night shirt off along with the shorts and climbed under the covers with me. My left side was where I had the broken ribs so it was more comfortable to lay on my right side. I snuggled up against Casey’s back and draped my left arm over her body and across her stomach. We both let out a content sigh as we drifted off to sleep.



Charlie Ch. 06



Justine was also broken up. Broken up, lost like a sweater without one correct stitch. But she too was moving up. And out. She moved to D.C. and took classes at the University there. She worked for an artist in residence program as a theater teacher. She was essentially a consultant who taught theater to what one might consider underprivileged kids in neighborhoods such as Anacostia. The Metro didn't even stop there. Justine had to walk far past the bus line to get to some of those schools. Her shiny red locks bouncing from under her hat as she strut so fiercely through the mud and the cracks in the pavement. 

Justine felt much of a chasm. There was the completely sexualized, and as she believed the true version of herself, and the teacher version of herself, which wore lower heels, longer skirts, higher blouses with higher necklines. But there was no hiding the sexuality of Justine. Her shapely calves always peeked out from her conservative skirts. Her breasts were undeniable, shook when she walked, hung when she leaned, perked when she stood. Her ass swayed, but these features were not a symptom of control of Justine's over her own body, but a simple symptom of a magnificent body in motion. Slender women, ugly women, pubescent girls and boys alike noticed her with hatred. Justine, accustomed to getting all the attention in theater crowds was oblivious to this hatred, taught best as she could at each school she was assigned, and always moved on, with sniggering awards.

But underneath it all, Justine wasn't exactly about to swear off her sexuality just yet. Nor was she about to stop wearing her corset every day. Or her smoky eyeliner. Her attempts to be the teacher, the conservative, the institutional authoritarian were half hearted. But the intuitive authoritarian was perfect for the jobs. One of the students Justine taught was James Henry. Two first names. He was labeled and diagnosed as Oppositional Defiant. That title sounds a tid bit unpleasant, but when Justine read the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual entry on these kids, and she worked with these kids, she began to think their predicaments were far more than just nasty. James had extremely offensive outbursts during rehearsals, for seemingly no good reason. He was mandated by the school to be there, as a way to learn positive behavioral functioning skills and make up some of the Literature classes he ditched. Justine knew he frequently got into fights at school. But if he didn't show to rehearsal a certain number of days, he wouldn't graduate, and for some kids that's all the motivation they need. No matter how bad they seem, they still want to graduate.

There was something about Justine and these high school kids, something about her demeanor. She was commanding but collected, so the kids listened to her automatically. She was subtly but undeniable cool, but still young and approachable, so the kids always eventually relaxed around her and had a good time with the plays. James was her biggest challenge with her simplest solution. He always tried to argue with her. Everything she said was met with an argument. Justine knew she always had the upper hand in these little arguments, but didn't want to waste precious rehearsal time playing his games. She held up one finger and said, "One." 

The first time Justine did this, by the time she got to "Three" James had stormed out and didn't come back for two days. When he came back Justine directed him to stage left.

"Oh now you want me in your play," he said mockingly, hands folded across his chest, totally unaware of how immature he appeared.

"Stage left," Justine repeated calmly. James argued. "One." He argued more. "Two three. In that chair. You can learn a lot from watching. You have fifteen minutes before you're on anyway. Then you'd better be up." Justine's voice was soothing but firm. Eventually the frequency of James' time outs decreased. Justine, to be honest with herself, was surprised he even took them at all and stopped storming out completely.

On opening night Justine Zamora was passing out flyers as James' father approached her. 

"Ms. Zamora?" he asked nervously.

"Yes?"

"I'm Mr. Henry. Jonathan Henry. James' father. I wanted to thank you for the work you have done with him. Ever since this play started it's all he could talk about. I'm so happy to see him interested in something healthy besides that awful music and those annoying friends. I don't know what you're doing, but you should share it with the other teachers here. They don't know what to do with him," said Mr. Henry, shaking Justine's hand vigorously, his eyes wandering, distracted.

"I just set clearly defined parameters for him and he responds well to that," said Justine, firmly, trying to finish off the elongated hand shake. "I hope you enjoy the show."

"Thank you. I will." And Mr. Henry began to walk off. Justine sensed she was being looked at and after a moment turned her head and caught Mr. Henry's glance on her rear. He immediately turned and walked away shamefully, taking an aisle seat in the middle of the auditorium. 



Charlie Ch. 06



Ok, I know it's been awhile, sorry for that! I am a student and had lots of work to do these past months. I also realized that there hasn't been any sex in the past few chapters so although this one is on the short side, I can guarantee it is worth the read. As usual, this is all from my imagination and/or fantasies so no characters or events are based on real things blah blah blah.

Again, sorry for the long wait!

-Slickey

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I awoke the next morning in the exact same position I fell asleep in. My arm was still draped over Casey's middle. While it may not have been the most comfortable with the broken ribs, I was willing to sacrifice a little to be close to Casey. I didn't want to wake her, but I had to move and stretch my muscles after spending so much time lying down in the hospital.

I tried to get up to use the restroom and inevitably woke Casey up. She rolled over and her deep blue eyes met mine.

"Morning beautiful" I smiled down at her.

She lifted her head and gently brushed her lips against mine. It was like all of my senses were on overload and my brain couldn't connect with my body. I was still in the same position with my eyes closed and my lips pursed as Casey started to giggle at me. It took me awhile to come back t to reality but what I'm sure was a big goofy grin was plastered to my face. She reached up and brushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

"How could I have been so oblivious to you for all those years?" She asked rhetorically while stroking the side of my face. "I wish I could take all of those years back. You know, you would have had a fighting chance if I hadn't met Collin" she said.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I thought I knew everything about Casey. I guess we never really talked about her relationships before Collin.

"Wha...what do you mean?" I asked confused.

Casey had a shit eating grin on her face. I couldn't help but giggle and smile back.

"Wait, are you saying..." I let the sentence hang to see what Casey's response would be.

"Well, truth be told I've considered myself bisexual since I realized that I found the average girl more attractive that a straight girl should. So I identified as bi from the time I was a junior in high school on. Now I never lied or anything, I never dated a girl but that's the reason I was so comfortable with us getting a little physical when were in college when we would go out dancing or whatever. And then I was with Collin."

"So are you saying that if you had met me earlier that we would have had a chance seven years ago?" 

"Yeah, but by the time I got to know you well enough, Collin and I were already an item." Casey replied.

Through this whole conversation, Casey seemed saddened by the fact that she had been with Collin while I was pining after her for all of those years having to hide how I really felt.

"I wouldn't trade what happened for anything" I stated.

"Really? You wouldn't want those years back?" Casey asked.

"Nope, because you are here now and that's all that matters to me. I love you Casey, I always have and I always will. Time won't change that."

She looked like she was going to cry and softly whispered, "I love you too Charlie"

Now I was the one tearing up. I thought about turning so that Casey couldn't see how she affected me, but for the first time in my life I felt comfortable and at peace sharing all of my feelings and opening up with Casey. I was never one to wear my heart on my sleeve, I was too afraid that people would see me as weak. But in that moment I wanted nothing more than to open up my soul and share it with Casey. So that's exactly what I did. 

In the years that I had known Casey I had only cried in front of her a handful of times. When our watery eyes met, I could tell that she knew I was opening up to her, inviting her to share my soul and I hers. She leaned into me, quickly pressed our lips together and then snuggled against me.

--

We got into a daily routine quickly and the time seemed to be flying by. I was healing nicely and stopped the pain meds a few days after I left the hospital because I didn't like the way they made me so drowsy. I was still on crutches and slow to get around but I managed a basically normal life.

Casey returned to work and after just a few short days of not being able bodied and not having much to do but cook dinner, I was going stir crazy. I am not normally a neat freak, but I was used to being able to go out for a run or walk to the local coffee shop and while I was recovering nicely, I still wasn't up for anything too strenuous. The house was the cleanest it had ever been. I would clean for a bit and then take a break when I got tired and then I couldn't think of anything else to do so I would go back to cleaning. The entire house was probably cleaned four times over before I gave in and called work.

They wanted me to take another week out of the office, but my boss agreed to let me work from home and said he would send Casey home with the necessary papers. Most of my work was done through the computer so it was mostly just instructions on how to connect my computer into the hospitals network.

I was so excited that I was actually going to have something to do the next day that I accidently almost tackled Casey when she walked in the door. I didn't like using the crutches in the house so I usually just hobbled from room to room. I heard Casey's car pull up in the driveway and before I could open the front door to greet her, I went off balance and fell right into Casey when she walked in the door. We both fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Casey asked frantically

I burst into a fit of giggles. I was laughing so hard that I was trying to tell Casey what happened but could only get two and three word phrases out before the giggles would start again. Eventually I gave up trying to explain as Casey joined in my laughter.

We were both lying in the entree way floor catching our breath when I rolled over so I was half on top of Casey. My face was directly over hers and I swear I could see hers eyes darken a few shade of blue. I was just staring into her eyes, letting the moment build as I stroked her hair back out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. I continued lightly tracing my finger down the side of her neck, slowly across her collar bone and then added a little more pressure as I scraped my nails down her arm. I could see the goose bumps rise on her skin as she bit her lower lip and stared right back into my eyes.

I dropped my head down so that our lips were so close I could feel her shallow breaths on my face. When she tried to lift her head so that our lips would meet, I pulled just out of her reach so that our lips barely brushed. 

"Be patient" I whispered. "It is soooo much better when you deprive yourself in the beginning. It builds"

I lowered myself so that my lips could caress her neck, just under her jaw bone.

"And builds" I whispered as I continued to kiss and suck down her neck. By now my hand that had scraped down her arm moments ago had worked its way barely enough under her shirt to tease the sensitive spot on her hip. By now I knew I had Casey where I wanted her.

"And builds" I added one last time as I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and nibbled it a little.

I hear Casey make this noise that was so hot. She was trying to suppress a moan but part of it still escaped. I couldn't hold out much longer. I had been cooped up in the house and horny as hell since I had been home from the hospital and not been able to do much about it.

I positioned my face directly over Casey's one last time as she reached up with both hands one went and grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck so that I couldn't pull away again as the other one gently traced down my cheek bone. Casey half pulled me down, half raised her own head up as our lips finally met in an explosion of sensation. The combination of the being controlled by the hand behind my head, knowing I was trapped and in Casey's control, and the finger gently caressing down my face that physically showed how much Casey was in love with me too, made me completely give into the sensations that were washing over my entire body.

So many emotions passed in that one kiss that there are no words that would even come close to the feelings it expressed. We deepened out kiss as tongues and lips brushed past each other and occasionally added a nibble. 

Once Casey knew I wouldn't tease her anymore, she let her hands roam my body. Even though we hadn't been together for very long, Casey already knew most of my turn-ons from conversations that we had in the past. Evidently she had paid attention. There is nothing more that turns me on than when a girl traces random patterns on my back. She started over my shirt but evidently she thought the cloth was too much space in between our skin. 

I was still bracing most of my weight on one arm and the other was still kneading Casey's hip. Add in the fact that the cast on my left leg went most of the way up, and you could figure that I couldn't be very mobile. Casey took full advantage of this fact. I was most of the way on top of her as she worked both of her hands underneath the back of my shirt. 

She started gently. She would trace random patterns over my lower back (also a turn on for me) so that I could barely feel it and ever so slowly she would work her way up my back until she reached my shoulders. And then ever so slowly again she would work her way down my back until her fingertips would reach my pant line. 

Then she added the slightest amount of pressure and repeated the process. She did this three more times, each time working up and down my back, and each time adding a little more pressure. Once she got to the fifth round of torture, I didn't think I could be any more turned on...I was wrong.

On the fifth round up my back, she would start gently and then continuously add pressure until her fingernails were scraping my skin. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough that it made my skin tingle. 

We were laying like that, still in the entree way for a long time before our lips parted. We were both panting deeply. I could tell that Casey had enjoyed her teasing almost as much as I had. Her eyes were heavy with desire as she looked deep into mine.

"Take me to bed" Casey commanded. 

I was not one to argue. I leaned in and gave Casey one last passionate kiss before I tried to get up off the floor as gracefully as possible. Evidently Casey didn't think I was very graceful because as soon as I was able to stand up straight (with some help from a nearby table) she started giggling at me.

"Just wait until I'm all healed up and out of this stupid cast, then we will see who is the one laughing!" I joked. 

Casey was already on her feet and on her way to the bedroom. She started to shed her clothes as she walked away from me, adding a tad bit of extra sway to her hips as she teased me. I was in awe. How, after so many years of lust had I gotten so lucky? 

Casey made it to the bedroom door and was now clad in only her bra and panties (a matching sexy black lace number) when she turned and gave me a smoldering look.

"You better pick your jaw up off the floor and hurry in here" she said as she went into the room.

Obviously, I didn't need told twice. I was half hobbling to the room, half tearing my shirt off. When I got to the bedroom, Casey had already sat down on the edge of the bed she went to reach behind her to unhook her bra.

"Don't" I said, walking/ hobbling so that I was standing in between her legs. "That's my job."

Casey brought her arms around to her front so that she could place her hands on my hips.

"So get to work" she stated so plainly but it came off as so sensual that my good knee went weak.

My plan was to be a tease and build up to a crescendo that would be imbedded in Casey's memory forever. So that's exactly what I did.

She was still sitting on the edge of the bed and I was standing between her knees. I reached down with both of my hands and lifted her face so that we made eye contact.

"You are perfect" I whispered right before I leaned down to kiss her. I could feel her smile as I kissed her and in that moment I knew I could never be more in love with her.

I eventually released her lips and pushed her back onto the bed so that her feet were still planted on the floor. I gently lay down on top of her. I had only gotten my shirt off in the time it took to get me to the bedroom so I still had bra and pants on. Using the bed as leverage, I balanced so that I could still have use of one of my hands. 

I started deeply kissing Casey and slowly, ever so slowly worked my way down to her neck, nipping and sucking as I went. At the same time, my fingertips were just barely tracing the outline of Casey's bra. I could feel the goose bumps rise on her skin and heard her breath hitch in her throat. 

I pulled the cup of her bra down as my mouth continued its downward journey. I licked and nipped every square inch I could reach except her nipple as her fingers intertwined in my hair. I then gave her other breast the same treatment. By now, Casey was squirming beneath me, trying to grind her pussy against mine. I would let her get contact for a few seconds then lift my hips up so that the contact was broken. 

I could hear her sigh in frustration and pleasure at the same time. I finally gave in a little and sucked her nipple into my mouth and as her back arched off of the bed, I slid my hand underneath her and unhooked her bra. From there, my hand traveled down her back, traveled between her panties and skin and cupped her ass. 

My hand began kneading her flesh as she was writhing beneath me. I could smell her arousal; it was thick throughout the room. Even though I still had my pants on, I started grinding harder into Casey at the same time that my hand would pull her ass closer to me.

We stayed like this for awhile. I kept sucking Casey's neck and breasts while grinding our bodies together and kneading her ass. I was in heaven, I could have stayed like that all day and night and into the morning but Casey had other ideas.

The fingers that had been intertwined in my hair earlier were starting to push me downwards.

"Please!" Casey gasped "I need to cum!"

Not wanting to deny Casey what she wanted, but still wanting to prolong her pleasure, I ever so slowly kissed down her neck. My hand moved to the front of her panties and started to rub her. I kissed from her neck, slowly down her collar bone adding little love bites and soothing them with my tongue as often as I could. 

I started to shimmy down her body, kissing and nipping her breasts and along the edge of her rib cage as my mouth ended on her hip. There I knew was one of Casey's main sensitive spots. My hand was still massaging her through her panties as I sucked on her hip hard enough to leave a hickey. Her hips rose off of the bed and I thought she was going to cum right there so I slowed rubbing her pussy.

From her hip, I moved my mouth so that I was kissing the skin just above her panties. I stopped the rubbing of her pussy and hooked my fingers in her panties and slowly peeled them away from her pussy and down her legs.

As I worked my way back up her legs, I would lick and suck on a spot of skin and then I would blow cool air on it. I did this, slowly working my way up her legs that were still over the edge of the bed. I made sure to pay special attention to the very inside part of her knee and from there the rest of the way up the inside of her thigh. 

By the time I reached the apex of her sex, Casey was practically already on the edge. Those few moments right before you cum when your limbs go numb and your vision becomes unfocused and that's where I kept her as long as I could. Casey was practically coming apart at the seams. 

As my mouth descended over her pussy, my hand snaked up her body to tease her nipples. By now, her breathing was ragged, her hands were clawing at the bedspread, her toes were curling into the plush carpet, and her hips were aching for the contact that she knew would come soon.

I slowly blew air over her outer lips as I saw her essence shining on her pussy. She moaned, and I don't mean the cute little moan where you can tell she is trying to suppress it. This was the kind of moan that the neighbors would hear and know exactly what was happening. 

I wanted to tease her longer but I knew if I waited too much longer that I myself would end up cumming. I reached the hand that wasn't busy with Casey's tits down my own pants because I was also close climaxing and began to rub my clit.

I sucked Casey's outer lips into my mouth and ran my tongue over them as Casey ground herself against my face. The hand that had been preoccupied with her nipples secured itself to her hip so I wouldn't be bucked off. 

I was seconds away from cumming as I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran the tip of my tongue over it as fast as I could. Casey's legs clamped around my head so hard that I could barely hear her scream out her climax. When I did hear the scream, my impending climax burst from my center and spread throughout my entire body as I continued to lick Casey so that she would be brought down nice and gently. I could see the finals waves of her climax as her legs finally released their grip and her body would twitch slightly at the pleasure overload.

She was still panting heavily and her eyes were closed as I somehow managed to get her into bed and under the covers. I took my remaining clothes off and crawled in the bed behind Casey so that my front was pressed to her back. I draped my arm so that it lay just underneath hers and hugged her abdomen. 

I pressed my lips to the back of her neck as I said, "I love you Casey and I always will."

She then did the cute little thing that girls do when you spoon them where they wiggle their butt into your crotch to get as close to you as possible and halfway between sleep and awake mumbled back, "I love you too, and I'm glad it's forever."



Charlie Ch. 07



6 Justine

Justine's mom, Janet, was a nurse's aide at the Emergency room in Middleburg. Her father, Steve, was a personal banker at a small local credit union in town. The two met in high school, married young, and Justine was born, an only child, shortly thereafter. Her parents worked hard and never brought their jobs home. 

Justine was always the little star of the family, putting on plays for mom and dad. She was daddy's little girl and sat on his lap as he caressed the resilient orange locks of her hair. She was the recipient of many gifts from daddy and he would frequently take her places on weekends, such as to the state fair, to the swimming pool, or on ski trips. Her father doted upon his daughter and this gave Justine a sense of entitlement throughout her life, but she always took into consideration the needs of others and thus always had many friends. Her mother taught her how to care for her pets, how to make friends, how to style her unruly hair and make the most of her uncommon beauty. Despite the grand gestures her father made, it was the hushed moments with her mom that made the grandest impression on Justine's character. It always seemed her mother had a quiet control over things. 

Justine grew up as any girl might. She made friends with both boys and girls. Learned to share, to read, to paint, and eventually the intricacies of theater production were, as her choice, her calling. There were no clues in her childhood that she would grow up to be a Dominant woman, but there was one thing her parents were quite proud of. Something that translated very well both into her BDSM lifestyle and her teaching career. It was her manners. If she didn't display the utmost in poise and charm, she presented the best in perception of another individual. She was always able to feel out a situation, and create solutions with a casual grace. 

She frequently saw a discrepancy between the simple solutions she found amongst her friends in the school yard and the hard Christian values her parents preached to her. For Justine, there was always an understanding that there was something more than what her parents were telling her. She respected them for what they gave her, and the genuineness they presented, but after a while, she stopped feeling guilty for living her own life. She became sexually active and aware at a young age. First playing "naked games" with her girlfriends. During those times everything was so obscure but she enjoyed the attention she received, despite her awareness of how uncommon her beauty was. Uncommon. That's what her mother called it. Theater, eyeliner, and corsets would come later as character crutches for Justine.

Even in high school, Justine had an air of sexuality about her, in the way she walked, in the way her hips swayed, in the way her shoulders pressed back. Her back arched slightly, she walked, rhythmically but with a slight hesitation at the fall of each step as if to draw attention to her perfectly formed feet. Her mouth seemed like a sexual organ, it formed itself as if only for sexual purposes, with pouty upper and lower lips, her hair curled and twisted wildly, almost uncontrollably, and seemed always to be moving. When she sat, she sat with her ass pushed outwards, invitingly and her breasts pushed forwards, sometimes resting on the table. Everything about Justine was sexual and men, and especially in the early years boys, fought each other over her. As we know, women soon took notice as well.

In her Junior year of high school Justine dated once a boy named Mark Song. He was the head lighting specialist for a play she was starring in and was one of those unusually well built geeks. Justine longed to sink her teeth into his well formed pictorials. He was a genius technician but had cursory understanding of the plays in which Justine starred. He seemed enchanted with Justine's charms but oblivious to all her social and sexual cues. He told her how he loved to light her. How the light hits her hair, her silhouette. "Blah blah blah," she thought. He took her to a Thai food restaurant, and Justine attempted to discuss the finer points of the play they were working on, the Taming of the Shrew, in which Justine played Katherina.

"I think the play is totally misogynistic," said Justine.

"Why? He's just courting the woman he loves. Trying to get her to love him, to respond to him," replied Mark.

"How can you see it that way? He's forcing her!" exclaimed Justine.

"No, it's just the natural back and forth of love," said Mark. Justine was in shock about Mark's massive oversight of the play's overtones. She'd apparently missed her own oversight. She'd made up her mind about Mark over dinner. Mark had made up his mind over dinner as well. Justine was his Katherina in a stubborn, twisted up, simplistic, and in his mind, sincere way. He walked her to the car, attempting to be chivalrous, but Justine knew her way and walked ahead of him. He opened the car door for her and Justine slipped into the seat, one perfectly arched foot at a time, adjusting herself, curving her back ever so naturally. 

When Mark walked around the car and stepped into the driver's seat he pulled the seatbelt across his chest and hesitated to buckle it. He let go of it and threw himself at Justine who was already buckled in. He ran his fingers through her scalp, messing the perfect pin curls on which Justine spent so much time arranging each morning. He grabbed her thighs, her breasts, he sloppily pressed his tongue into her mouth, he moved one leg over her lap, as if to further restrain her into her seat. Justine was strong and was able to push the boy off of her.

"No!" she said, pushing him off of her the rest of the way, attempting to smooth her curls out and straighten her dress. "That is not how you touch me. Take me home." Mark, humiliated by being overpowered by his Katherina did as he was told and started the twenty minute drive to Justine's home. They shared an uncomfortable silence for what seemed like an eternity but was actually only about three minutes. Mark broke the silence.

"I'm sorry. I just really like you," said Mark.

"If you really liked me you would show me some respect. That is not how I like to be touched," replied Justine. Silence.

"How do you like to be touched?" asked Mark, boldly. He figured he had nothing more to lose.

"That's none of your goddamn business. Not anymore."

"No seriously. I fucked up. I'm sorry. But I really like you. You're different. You're special. I want to know you. When you step onto that stage... Tell me. How are you different?"

"Most guys like to pressure me," Justine said, sighing, "but I know myself. I know what I want. I know my body. They just want to use me, touch me, grope me for their own satisfaction, for their own pleasure, not for mine. Like your sorry ass just did. But those body parts were put there for my enjoyment." Mark looked as if his head was spinning. "I had this one encounter with a freshman last week. It was remarkable."

"You slept with a freshman?" Mark asked, shocked that Justine would stoop so low. For Justine it was just a question of being open minded.

"Yes. I was attracted to him because he was so eager, so ready to please. He was willing to do whatever I wanted. He brought me water on stage. He brought me my costume, was skilled in lacing a corset, zipped my boots. He waited on me hand and foot. I finally asked him to a party and he was so grateful. He stayed at my side the entire time. During conversations he always agreed with me and backed up my arguments. When we finally kissed in the hallway it was sloppy. I had to tell him exactly how to kiss me, but would you know it? He could do it. It was the best kiss I've had in a long time." 

"Did you guys fuck at the party?"

"No. We went back to my parents' place. I knew they wouldn't be home. I knew we wouldn't be bothered. He was trembling with something. Fear. Excitement. Both. I don't know. But the boy was shaking. I told him how to take my clothes off, carefully, not leaving any details out. The more specific my directions were for him the better he performed. He unbuttoned my dress and let it drop to the floor. I told him to caress my curves as if he were to swallow them whole with his hands and he ran his fingers and palms along my body in a way that made me feel absolutely gorgeous."

"You are absolutely gorgeous," said Mark.

"Shut up. You're not getting anywhere with me. Where was I? Oh yes. Well. You can use your imagination for the rest." 

"I don't want to use my imagination for the rest. Go on," Mark urged.

"We're just near my house anyway."

"Are your parents home?" Mark asked.

"No. Why? Do you want to try that disastrous move you tried twenty minutes ago?"

"No. I want to be like the freshman. I want you to tell me what to do. I want to be your perfect lover. I'll do anything you say," Mark was near panting. Justine could see the desperation in him. She knew he wouldn't be able to control himself, that she wouldn't be able to control him. She had a glimmer of her future.



Charlie Ch. 08



8

Leif and I went to this opening at the college art gallery. I was excited about it because I'd hung out with the art students from time to time. They could certainly talk the talk and I was curious if they could do the work to support it. It was at eight on a Wednesday night and my Thursday morning class had been cancelled due to the massive amount of snow and ice on the ground. Nonetheless, countless other campus dwellers trekked their way to the gallery that night. The student gallery was located in the lower level of the library and was very modern. It had high ceilings, marble looking floors, and glass walls on one side. The show was of mixed artists. Painters, sculptors, and photographers. 

We found ourselves admiring a beautiful and very large abstract painting. The artist demonstrated superior knowledge of color theory. I recognized his name from a party and was impressed, but he wasn't at the opening. I felt his painting represented spring and all the new life it brought forth. Leif felt it was a more internal painting that represented "happy emotional turmoil." We soon turned our attention to a glossy photograph about ten inches by ten inches. It was of a woman in a mini skirt restrained to slats on a wall by her ankles and wrists. She was pissing into a wine glass while another woman with a crop stood over her, her crop pressing into the other woman's thigh and there were red crop marks all over the pissing woman's body. On her thighs, on her back, on her face. The submissive woman had her back turned to the camera but turned her head to face the camera and wore an expression of satisfaction and arrogance. Leif and I were discussing golden showers when the photographer approached us.

"So. Who do you think is in control here?" she asked, obnoxiously interrupting our private conversation. I indignantly asked her who she was.

"I'm so sorry. I'm Tanya. I'm the photographer. What do you think?" she asked eagerly.

Leif said something stupid like, "Well. Obviously the woman with the horse thingy," quickly giving up on our conversation and engaging the "photographer." Tanya was very tall for a woman, 5'8". She was also very slender all along her body, slender legs, a round, firm, but small ass, small breasts, slender arms, a long neck. She had stick straight black hair that hung low down her back in one layer, almost to her hips, and long bangs that nearly covered her dark eyes which slanted down in the inner corners and blinked emphatically. 

Tanya turned to me and asked me what I thought. I'm not ashamed to say, I was pissed at her for interrupting, and I didn't want to talk to this broad, but Leif did. And I wanted to please him. I told her it was obviously the other woman. I drew attention to the model's face and said she obviously staged the whole thing.

"That's exactly what I was going for!" exclaimed Tanya and she, in my opinion, way too soon, invited us to her room to look at some more pictures. Leif and I were the only people who had the guts to be caught standing in front of that picture and Tanya was completely over-enthusiastic. Leif was interested, but I was a little taken aback by Tanya's over-enthusiasm but I saw how involved Leif was so I went along with the seemingly minor detour. 

It was winter already and we tramped the short distance through the snow, throwing a few snowballs along the way. I totally plowed Leif over into a bank of snow, or, rather, Leif allowed himself to be plowed over, falling over laughing and we shared an intimate glance with each other before the two of us caught ourselves in the company of another. Even though I wasn't really happy with our plans, I didn't want Tanya to be left out, I know how that feels, so I landed a snowball right on the back of Tanya's head, right on her perfectly coiffed silky smooth hair. Tanya retaliated vigorously by knocking me over into another bank of snow. By the time we reached Tanya's room we were all covered in snow and tired from deep, stomach cramping laughter. 

Tanya pulled out her portfolio right away when we reached her room. She sat in between Leif and I on her bed, her 20 by 16 inch portfolio in her lap. Her photos were all erotic, all glossy, all BDSM, all so sensual, so sensory, big and in our faces. I could tell Lief was a little more engrossed than I, but he was more of a stranger to such things than I. I could almost feel the sensations being pictured. The pictures were good. There was a woman with clamps all around her breasts. There was a woman with elaborate rope bondage all across her body tied to a chair, shot from various angles. There was a close up of a man's collar being pulled and his face beginning to turn red. This was all instantly exciting for me, but at the time, I was unclear about why, despite my perception of myself as experienced. For Leif, I posited, the juxtaposition of sexuality and BDSM made the photographs equally exciting. The woman with clamps on her breasts had her legs spread. The woman tied to a chair had her labia opened by the rope. And there was something vaguely but undeniably exciting about the photograph of the man in the collar. Lief stared quizzically at that photo a little longer than the other ones. 

Leif later suggested maybe he ought to get a collar for me, but he didn't know how that worked, he was worried I would be offended, didn't know who was to pick it out, or how to affix it with the proper amount of care and aggression. He was such a newbie. 

When we got into the room and got settled down, I got a chance to observe Tanya more closely. Tanya liked to swing her hair off her shoulders gracefully, almost haughtily, when she was thinking, sometimes knotting it into itself and letting it slowly slip free. She walked fluidly, one step began as soon as the other landed, and it almost appeared as if she were floating.

But her hands told a different story. They swung heavily as she walked. Tanya was so impassioned about her artwork she would gesture with her arms wildly and inappropriately as she spoke of her photographs. 

It was as if Tanya had been trained her whole life to be elegant, poised, and dignified, but had found passion in photography and her eccentricity was stirring up inside her and finding its way out through her enthusiastic hands, her sociopathic blinking, and her overreactions to subtle social cues to engage with people.

Tanya tried to talk about the formal characteristics of the photographs, the colors, the composition, the layout, but I got the sense she too could feel the sexual tension between her two new friends. Tanya tried to discuss the social implications of role play and how the varying facial expressions on the submissives in her photographs demonstrated the intricacies, but her two new friends just liked the big glossy sex in front of them, and we wanted to go home and fuck with whatever makeshift restraints we had collected over the months (zip ties, duct tape, saran wrap we stole from the cafeteria). Tanya, finally frustrated, slammed her portfolio shut and jumped up, spinning around to face us.

"How long have you two been into BDSM?" Tanya asked.

"We're not really a couple," I said. Leif eyed me. We'd been sleeping together and playing for a few months. "But I've been into it for about six months."

"I get it," said Tanya, she saw the dynamics immediately. "And you're just going with the flow. Am I right?" she asked, directing her attention to Leif. Leif nodded. Tanya sighed and dropped her head into her hands. She told us we both had a lot to learn and to take our clothes of. No, she told Lief to take both our clothes off.

"What?" I asked. 

"What?!!?" Leif asked.

She told us we should take our clothes off because we were sopping wet and shivering from the snow, and that we should put them on the radiator to dry... and add some humidity to the dry winter air. Right, I thought. Then she feebly offered her "help." She said she would, "show us how it's done." Frankly I liked how we were doing it and didn't want to be schooled by a rich art student. She seemed to withdraw minutely, as if she'd had the realization of her own social overexcitement and her own over-eagerness. 

At this point, something clicked in me. I wanted to be there at that moment. This was new and exciting. And although Tanya was moving really fast with us, I admired her confidence, and wished Leif would handle himself with a similar level of confidence. I was there hoping Leif would learn something. Leif and I glanced at each other. I was wound up by the possibility of this new experience, but Leif became hesitant, and I think intimidated, but he went along. He unwrapped my orange scarf from around my neck and pulled off my thickly knit sweater, putting the items on the radiator, exposing an orange camisole worn without a bra. He unzipped his hoody and pulled off his tee-shirt. Then we both just looked expectantly at Tanya.

"All of them," Tanya said. "No, Leif, you can leave your pants on." And Tanya and Leif both enjoyed watching me get stripped down to my wool socks, with which I wasn't willing to part. It was too cold. Tanya dug through a rubber tote bin she had and pulled out some ankle and arm restraints, two short lengths of rope, and two locks for the arm restraint. "Now tell her to get on the bed."

Leif protested at this point. He said something like, "I'm not sure I wanna-" and got cut off by Tanya blathering on about giving submissives what they need. He told me to get on the bed sweetly, and I dutifully began to. Tanya stopped him immediately. I stopped crawling on the bed, thinking I had done something wrong too. "Not like that," Tanya said. She told him to say it with authority, with confidence, and told us to try it again."

"Get on the bed!" said Leif. It was awesome! I nearly jumped on the bed. Tanya handed Leif all the supplies she'd pulled out of the rubber tote and told him to use them wisely and to, "Make her accessible to you. Make her yours." Something about that didn't sit right with me. But like I said, at that point I was still unsure about things, even though I though I knew everything about myself. Leif looked at the gear for a minute and seemed to scheme. Finally he cuffed my ankles and arms and told me to lie on my stomach. He ran the two short lengths of rope through the d-rings in the ankles and the through the d-rings in the arm cuffs, pulling my legs and arms back and together into an extreme hogtie. He spread my knees open and ran his fingers along my skin, awakening my most surface of senses. He ran his fingers along the tips of my toes, down the backs of my legs, under the curve of my butt, he let two fingers run down my outer labia and back up my inner labia, only touching the surface. This felt very nice, especially since we had an observer, so to show my enjoyment, and appear more appealing to my "audience" I arched my back in response, also making more of my pussy available to him. Tanya was watching this and sat down at her desk, under the shadow of a lamp, and began writhing slowly, almost indeterminately, waiting for her moment. I could see her through the corner of my eye, and while I could only see vague movements, I knew she was enjoying her voyeurism. 

Leif walked to the front of the bed and unzipped his zipper. His intentions were clear.

Tanya told Leif to pull my head up by my hair, her voice softened now, like velvet. She was grabbing her breasts with her wild hands fiercely, possibly pinching at her nipples, pressing her breasts, squeezing them hard I imagined, manhandling herself. Leif pulled his cock out and jerked it a few times before grabbing me by the hair and lifting my head to his cock. He pressed himself into my face, I know he felt my teeth gently dragging along the very outside of him. My head was pressed back and my throat was opened and Leif could get all the way in. He fucked my mouth, my throat, slowly. 

In a low slow drawl and low tone, Tanya said something contrastingly aggressive. She told Leif to grab my hair harder and fuck my mouth like he fucks my pussy. Leif protested again, saying he didn't want to gag me.

"You do want to gag her," said Tanya. Leif looked down at me. I perplexedly looked up at him. The problem with this whole situation was that neither of us felt comfortable communicating honestly in front of this seemingly superior stranger. 

He asked me, "Are you okay with this?" I wanted to be a good submissive. I wanted to impress the all-knowing Tanya. I nodded. Leif began thrusting into my mouth the way I let him thrust into my pussy, that is to say, the hardest he ever had. He grabbed my hair together with one hand and putting his hand on the top of my head with the other. Once Leif built up a steady rhythm he began enjoying himself thoroughly, dropping his head back, and his plunges into my mouth shook my entire body, my restrained ankles, my ass, my legs. This is the point at which Tanya crept over and began touching my legs. I hadn't told her it was okay, but she clearly knew what she was doing and it felt good. Leif began dividing his attention between us two girls and was visibly distressed by Tanya's presence. Tanya told him to relax, and that she was just going to "give some pleasure" to me, and didn't Leif want me to have pleasure? Jesus, we were both such newbies. 

"Okay," he said, allowing her into the bed. Tanya slipped off her boots and climbed onto its foot. She insensitively spread my legs and immediately ran her tongue along my inner labia. She pulled open my ass with her fingers and circled her tongue around my anus and back down to my pussy. Somehow, for some reason, I remembered my time with Justine at that moment. She kissed my outer labia and inner thighs. She ran her fingers along the wetness she had created and pressed them into me, causing a muffled moan to escape my lips. Tanya coordinated with Leif's thrusts and thrusted into me with her fingers right as Leif thrusted into my mouth. I could feel Tanya spitting all over me until I was slick and slippery and Tanya's finger slipped freely back and forth across my clit and over and into my ass, all the while pumping in unison with Leif's thrusts until Leif finally began to cum. 

Tanya saw Leif loosing his cool and Tanya ordered him to cum on my face. Leif did but I could tell he really wanted to cum down my throat. Tanya insisted I get off and I got flipped over onto my back. I was used to feeling the endorphin rush of playing kinky, but something felt different. I felt more like I was in shock. 

Tanya began licking my clit and fucking me with her fingers expertly. Leif licked and bit my nipples, and kissed me on the mouth, seemingly out of gratitude. It was as if the two of them were feasting upon me until finally my overwhelmed senses overtook my confused emotions and I exploded with orgasm, sitting up, heaving, gasping, grabbing at Leif's hand on my breast, at Tanya's head in between her legs. I sat there, staring off into space, the other two looking at me attentively, expectantly, hoping to hear how wonderful my orgasm was. Leif asked if I was okay, but Tanya answered before I could reply. Leif and I always talked after playing. I won't forget what Tanya said.

"Endorphins. Now that's what a happy subby looks like. That's how it's done!"

Fumbling for my clothes I told Leif we had to go immediately. Leif and Tanya shared a look of confusion. He wanted to hang out awhile, I could tell. I made up some excuse about a paper I had to email my professor by midnight.

"Okay. Sorry Tanya. See you around," said Leif. Tanya saluted the two of us.



Charlie Ch. 09



Chapter 9: The Fight

Leif and I walked back from Tanya's room hastily, Leif trying to catch up with me. He wanted to know that I was alright, why I had left in such a hurry, the usual questions stupid boys ask when they are completely clueless. I remember I snapped something really mean to him, really loud so everyone could hear. I never once turned around to look at him. Well, maybe I turned around momentarily, but I continuing walking at a steady fast pace. I think my fists clenched. That should have been enough to scare him off my tracks.

"Well, what is it? I thought I was doing everything right in there. I thought I was doing what you wanted!" he yelled, having stopped chasing me. I was lengthening the distance between us. I won't forget what I said.

"What I wanted? Do you think I want not having a say in what happens to me?" My voice was hoarse. I hadn't realized what I had just said. 

Leif told me he'd never seen me so submissive or orgasm so powerfully, and that he'd never seen my toes curl up like that. He said that if I don't like that anymore we don't have to do it. He said, "I really like you."

I was so infuriated by how simple minded and dense he was. I yelled at him that he just would never get it. I called things off in two words: We're through. Leif dropped his head. Leif backed off. He was such a gentleman those days. When I said, "No," he'd stop. He left me there alone in the snow to realize what I had just done. I had broken it off with the most understanding, well hung man I had ever known. Then again, I thought, I had only "known" two men. There would be others, I thought to myself. 

That night was unusually warm, and much of the ice on the road had turned into drive-able slush. I went to a party after the opening of a painter's thesis show that had occurred in town at the same time as the show Leif and I had attended. It was at some obnoxiously swanky bar. I could tell the lights were low to hide numerous things: food or other stains, the cheapness of the furniture, the mascara running down your partner's face. There were a lot of artists there. Tanya was among them. She had done something very wrong to me, and I hated her, but, as Leif had been my only friend, I confided in her. Tanya reassured me that I would find a 'just right Dom.' She told me I just had to "come out" as a submissive so I could draw them in and test the waters out.

So I did. During a round of shots, I announced that I was sexually submissive. I expected the news to be taken with shock, but most of my fellow students responded with an, "Oh, okay." Chadd Beacon, the boy whose senior show they were all celebrating, seemed to take special notice of my announcement. Tanya seemed to push me towards him. He was an experienced Dom, she said. He would get a good feel for my needs, she said. He's eyeing me and I should go speak with him, she said. Tanya pushed me off the couch and I walked up to Chadd. When I looked back at Tanya she was already engrossed in a conversation with other students about the meaning of the fragmentation of body parts as reliquaries in the Medieval times. 

Chadd was dressed more preppy than the other students. He wore khaki slacks in a modern cut, without pleats and a blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the forearms. His hair was expertly cut in a longish style, wavy, and brushed back, as if he'd spent hours running his fingers through it. It was blond punctuated with brown streaks. His eyes were a dark navy. He smiled as I approached him, leaning with his back up against the bar, one ankle crossed over the other, holding his Old Fashioned. He wasn't like Leif. He didn't try to hide the fact that he was rich.

I said something stupid like, "Hi, I'm Charlie," and extended my hand. Chadd looked at it and took another sip of his drink.

"Do you wanna try one of these? The bartender uses fresh squeezed orange juice," he pressed.

I told him, defeatedly, "Why not?" I mentioned something about having a shit day, plopped into a stool next to him and Chadd sat down next to me. He immediately asked me about what happened. Somehow Chadd asking me what happened was okay, but not when Leif asked it. Not tonight. I told him I broke up with my Dom, that he was always either too soft or too harsh and that I was beginning to think I'll never find anyone. I know. Total bait. The drink was strong.

"As far as I know you've only been with one person since you've been on this campus and that person is not an experienced Dom," Chadd said. I asked him of he'd been following me around. He told me "word just gets around." I should have picked up on the creepy vibe right then, but I was just so eager to be with someone experienced because, as I see it more clearly now, I wanted to be experienced by association. 

"And you are some super experienced Dom? Chadd?" I asked him, mockingly, still broken, confused, and heavyhearted over this evenings events and my and Leif's fight.

Chadd got notably cocky and said, "I'm fairly certain I could give you what you need." I looked him up and then down. I was saddened by what seemed an inappropriate amount of cheer in his comment. My melancholic mood kept dragging me back to thoughts of now gone Leif and I fought back tears. I was sitting with my elbows on the bar, my arms folded around my drink, and slouching, head directly over glass. I wanted to commit suicide by jumping in, head first, to that tiny little rock's glass.

"What do you say..." Chad posited, "We go back to my place and I show you some of my artwork?" I'd heard that one before. "And I give you exactly what you need," he finished, annunciating each word carefully. Something about the way his face said "exactly," reminded me of the look on the model's face at the art gallery. I wanted to stage my scenes too. I wanted to be empowered too.

We left our drinks behind. We left Chadd's party behind to run its course. He took me to his apartment and offered me another drink. We sat on his green upholstered sofa for a few minutes talking about his art. How his professors push him to paint, but his real passion is for drawing. He said he would like to draw me. I was pretty naive at that time, so I went for that line. 

Chadd's apartment was decorated in vintage 1950's style, or maybe even original, furniture. At that time in my life, I wasn't of stock to know the difference. Chadd invited me back to his bedroom and I recognized it at once. It was the room in which Tanya's photograph had taken place, the one with the model I had so admired that night. The room was highly stocked with bondage and impact play gear. There was, of course, that wall with slats in it, perfect for binding someone in any position with the right straps and cuffs. There was one wall of gear which seemed to have every kind of cuff or strap imaginable, a crop, a flogger, various paddles, and a closed chest. I wondered what else could possibly be in that chest. There were still cameras, a video camera and an easel with drawing paper set up in the room. Chadd asked me if I recognized the room and I said I had. 

"So you should feel comfortable here," he said, "in a familiar place." He let me stand in the middle of the room, thinking, wondering about what I wanted. I look back and forth, scheming, like a child with only two dollars in a candy shop, between the restraints and the slatted wall. I finally told Chadd the exact position I wanted to be cuffed in to the wall and by what parts of what limbs. Chadd raised his eyebrows. At the time it made me feel "hard core" for him to do that, but likely, since I told him my sob story in its entirety by that point, he could probably see through me well enough to humor me.

"Okay," he said, and got to work. He pulled out the arm and wrist restraints and fastened me to the slats on the wall, pulling my shirt and bra up which pressed down upon my breasts, pressing more blood into them, engorging them. Next Chadd wrapped the chest strap over my breasts, over my tee-shirt, over my bra, pressing my breasts even harder. He tightened the strap and placed a small lock through it. I think I may have winced. He raised me by this chest strap and affixed me to another slat on the wall. My toes dangled and I struggled to find pressure on the ground. Next Chadd locked thigh straps around both my legs and, as per my specifications, he affixed one leg spread open and one leg shut. My ankles were attached so that my knees were bent at a forty five degree angle. Chadd messed my hair to make it look more romp-in-the-hay, I guess. He stepped back, put his hand over his chin and declared there was something missing.

All the while I was telling him how much I like these things he was doing to me. As he walked away towards that chest, I looked down at myself and was pleased with how I looked. I so did hope I would be the object of a drawing. Chadd came back with another strap and a ball gag and some hooks. He placed the ball gag around my mouth, saying, "Now pucker up." 

"You're not restrained enough. It takes a lot to restrain you. It takes a lot to bring you down. I have to just put some finishing touches and then we can draw." Bring me down, I thought. I didn't get it. I wanted to be elevated, to the heights of art object. But he said he would draw me, and I had a ball gag in my mouth, so I didn't say anything. I even aided him as he strapped my hips and roped them tightly to the slats on the wall. I followed all directions. Chadd patted me on the head. He hooked the back of the ball gag to the slats on the wall so my head was held in a stiff upright position, neck seriously elongated. He moved the easel and began examining me.

When I saw the drawing on display at a show a few months later I saw how he saw me. He'd looked closely at how the straps tightened around my legs, arms, breasts, and hips, how the flesh of me bulged out from underneath them. But he still drew my natural lines, the lines of my legs, my stomach, my breasts, my face and how they were all obstructed by black leather gear. I looked like a beautiful woman, cut into pieces. Like the reliquary Tanya talked about at the bar, I wanted to be worshiped even though I was cut up. And I was at that show, despite the terms upon which Chadd and I parted ways on this particular evening. 

When he was drawing me, he measured me with his charcoal, one eye closed. He told me, trying hard to make it very technical, about how my legs measured up to my torso, how my torso measured up to my arms, how my head measured up to my whole body. He made large gestures on his paper, curved lines, making me think like those of my body. Chadd had a knack, it seemed, for following up with straight lines, in the style of Van Gogh's drawings. He would layer straight line upon straight line, one further up than the other until he had created the precise curve onto which he was gazing. Occasionally, Chadd would make a comment, "Your thighs curve so beautifully," or, "Your hair falls so wildly." But he would go back to drawing. We shared a long silence. Leif was in the distant past for me now. No more duct tape and saran wrap, I had leather and steel. I was completely comforted by the scenario that I had created for myself. 

I fell deep into that comfort and must've fallen asleep because I awoke to Chadd stroking his cock along the delta between my legs. I panicked. I began to wriggle in my restraints. This was not what I had agreed to. I couldn't even look down to see his cock violating me because my head was restrained, all I could feel was it was wet and slippery, and sliding up and down my slit. Chadd unhooked one thigh and ankle strap and hooked them back open. He pressed himself into me, pushing on my breasts, breathing on my face. I was still drowsy, limp, languid. His every propulsion was my every impulsion. I pounded into the slats, in some of which nails stuck out. He paced himself into and out of me with a cadence that must have been aided by a metronome and this created a gentle pins and needles sensation around the periphery of my clit and a warmth inside of me. But I was uneasy and I had to stop.

"Stop. This is too much for me. We have to stop," I said, muffled by the gag.

"Stop? Stop!?" said Chadd "I thought you were submissive. Fucking in your sleep is the ultimate in submission," said Chadd, desperately defeated, lashing out. He removed the ball gag. I told him to set me free and that I needed to go. Unlatching me seemed to take an eternity. Defeated myself, I went to the only place I knew comfort. I went to Leif's. I stood there with my hand above the door as if to knock, but not knocking, for minutes. Finally the door opened on its own. It was an Indian woman holding an almost empty glass of water.



Charlie Ch. 09-12



Chapter 9

The bouncer moved the rope out of her way, and Charlie entered the club. Music assaulted her ears. The smell of smoke, alcohol, and bodies filled her nostrils. It was just the distraction she was looking for. She pressed her body between different people to get to the tables in the back corner. Melanie always had a table for entertaining. Periodically, Charlie would have to rub against the back of some random male. One guy actually turned to say something about being rubbed with a pair of breasts, but then stopped. Guess I wasn't pretty enough for whatever lewd comment he was about to make. 

When she finally hit the line of tables, Melanie caught sight of her. The girl practically climbed all over Charlie. A few drinks and Melanie was very friendly with her touching. It didn't matter if you were male or female. 

"Charlie! Oh my god, you look stunning!" Melanie shouted above the music. Charlie felt a hand move over her ass. Typical Melanie. 

"What are you drinking?" Melanie waved her other hand at a couple guys that had originally been seated next to her at the table. 

"A kamikaze would be good." Charlie lifted her cigarettes out of her purse and lit one. Melanie yelled to her male counterpart that they wanted four kamikaze shots. Melanie waved off Charlie's objection and snagged the cigarette from her hand. A quick puff, she put it back between Charlie's lips. Yep, Melanie was definite lit. 

"So what brings you out of the house? Where's Nathan?" Melanie screamed into her ear. 

"Had to get my mind off of the book. He's at home," Charlie returned. 

"Good! Let's get drunk!" 

By that time, the male had returned with the four shot glasses. Melanie blew the man a kiss and handed one of the glasses to Charlie. No time like the present. Charlie downed it in one gulp. Double shot and very strong. The burn of the alcohol felt good as it eased its way to her stomach. The thought of no actual food dinner had dawned on her, but too late. It was going to be a liquid dinner instead. As soon as the first shot was down, Melanie exchanged the empty glass with a fresh one. Charlie downed that one as quickly as the first. The exchange happened until all four the shots had been downed and Charlie's cigarette was finished. How do you spell trouble? V-O-D-K-A!

It wasn't long before Melanie pulled her onto the dance floor. Some strange techno beat was pulsing through the club. The various colored lights flashed in different directions. Charlie's mind began to clear as her body moved with the music. The alcohol had loosened up her shoulders, and she began to enjoy the movement. Melanie pulled her into a closer dance. Arms wrapped around her waist, and she could feel Melanie's breath on her neck as she grinded Charlie from behind. 

Dancing with Melanie was always an experience. The girl could bump and grind with the best of them. Any time some random guy would try to intercede, Melanie would tell him to get lost. At one point, one intoxicated gentleman didn't get the hint. Melanie spun Charlie to face her; she pulled Charlie into a kiss. One hand drew circles on Charlie's bared back while the another hand feathered over the top of her cleavage. Melanie intensified the kiss by pulling Charlie even closer. The hand at Charlie's cleavage dropped lower to cup the entire large breast. Before breaking away from the kiss, Melanie lightly pinched Charlie's nipple through the lacy tank top's material. Yes, Charlie was used to Melanie extravagant behavior, but the kiss came out of left field. Charlie inhaled sharply and looked at Melanie with a bit of a dazed stare.

Melanie leaned into Charlie's ear, "If I were into girls, you would be it, chica. Trust me, I've wanted to kiss your lips for a long time. Besides, that kiss will get both of us a dick to take home tonight." 

Charlie stood there a bit dumbfounded. Melanie smacked her on the ass, and pulled her towards the edge of the dance floor. Amazingly, there were already drinks waiting at the table again. Dwight, one of Charlie's periodic flings, appeared out of nowhere. He slide up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist while she downed two more double shots in rapid succession.

Leaning into her neck, he whispered, "That was hot! I want some too!" Charlie, feeling the full effects of now six double-shots was more than willing to accommodate. She turned and pressed her lips to Dwight's mouth. She got lost in the kiss, feeling his hands move over her hips. The kiss ended with a proposition. Charlie nodded and waved to Melanie. Melanie blew her a kiss and returned to her conversation with three men. Dwight pulled Charlie through the crowd at the club towards the front door. Charlie could only think of getting home and into bed. She wanted a distraction, and Dwight was going to be it. As they made their way out of the entrance, she could have sworn that she caught a glimpse of Nathan's face. Chalk it up to the alcohol. Shots 6 and Charlie 0!



Chapter 10

Lights off! Dwight had backed up her up to the edge of her bed with their kiss. His hands steadily squeezing her breasts through the top that still covered her chest. Charlie responded by kicking off her heels. Dwight compensated for the lack of height by lowering his head. Charlie held his face to hers, enjoying that bruising pressure on her lips. A small nudge pushed her over onto her back. A drunken giggle escaped her lips as she flopped on the bed. Dwight climbed across her body and came to rest at her side. 

"Clothes, off!" Charlie began to unbutton her own jeans, arching her hips in order to peel them and her panties off of her body. Dwight sat up in order to pull his shirt off. He actually got off the bed to take off his pants. Meanwhile, Charlie rolled to her side and flipped on the CD player located on the night stand. The music of Blue October filled the room. Her kind of sex music for right now. She also opened the side drawer to extract a bottle of lubricant and a condom. As she rolled back, she came up to a sitting position. She handed the bottle of lube and condom to Dwight and then moved to shrug out of her top and unfastened her bra. Dwight jumped back onto the bed with her, positioning himself between her legs. 

Charlie closed her eyes and felt his hands moving up her inner thighs, coming to rest on her hips. Fate knows the Dwight wasn't one for all of the romantic foreplay. Tonight was no exception! The sounds were familiar. Tearing of a condom wrapper let her know that he was following the rules. The click of the lubricant bottle top let her know he was finally ready. Charlie closed her eyes and relaxed into the bed. She felt his rough fingers rubbing some of the lubricant across the lips of her labia. A small moan jumped from her lips as she wiggled against his hand. Next, his fingers roughly pushed some of the same lubricant into her. Charlie's head fell to the side and her hands grabbed onto the bedspread. His fingers disappeared and were replaced with the feeling of Dwight's cock touching her entrance. With a push, he entered, and Charlie spread her legs wider to give his body room to work. It only took a couple strokes for her to completely grip him, but soon enough her body remembered the feeling and complied. 

A small burning developed in her abdomen and reached out to her legs. With each stroke, it grew stronger, and Charlie latched onto the feeling with every fiber of her being. That was what she wanted, and that was the only reason she took Dwight up on his proposition. She kept her eyes closed, willing her body to respond to stroking of her inner walls. 

The only problem was Dwight's grunts and groans told her that he was close. Then, there were the small, jerking movement of his hips, and it was done. The burning that had started for her quickly faded. Dwight rolled off of her, still panting. He ventured into the bathroom to drop the condom in the toilet. No real conversation other than "it was great to see you" as he got dressed. Charlie got off her bed and grabbed her robe. She escorted Dwight out of her room and down to the back door. The kicker of it all was the kiss on the check. Charlie couldn't help but think this was the perfect end to her day. Fighting with Nathan, still drunk, and no orgasm. Yep, things seemed to be spiraling downward. 

Back up in her room, she heard a loud beep. She pulled her club purse out of the back pocket of her jeans and dug out the phone that was making the dastardly racket. Text message. 

Nathan: Turn off that shitty music!

The perfect end to a perfect fucking day. 



Chapter 11

Don't move too much. Let the world stop spinning. Wait, stomach is going to revolt. Breathe! Breathe! Okay, it calmed down a bit. Charlie remained still on her bed, wishing to all known layers of hell that she didn't drink as much the night before. No more vodka! Ever. 

Now, it was time to move on with her day. While the idea of coffee made the bile rise in the back of her throat, she knew the water and aspirin were going to be critical elements of her recovery. The only problem was she needed to make it down the stairs to reach the elements of her salvation. She began by dragging herself to the edge of the bed. Teetering on the edge and waiting for the world to stop spinning, she ran her hand through her hair. Clothes were on the floor; memories of Dwight came back to her. Awesome! 

As the world stabilized, she grabbed her panties and slide her feet into the right places. When she stood up, she pulled them to her hips. She reached and grabbed her tank top off of the dresser. Finishing the outfit with her robe from the bathroom door, she made her way down the stairs. At one point, she actually sat down on a step in order to catch her breath and keep the contents of her stomach. Yet, again everything started to settle. She reached out her hand, using the stair rail to drag herself upright. The walk to the kitchen was becoming torture. 

Bright light from the windows made her squint. She moved to the cabinet next to the sink to find the aspirin. Houston, we have a problem. The bottle of aspirin was missing. Charlie leaned over and put her head on the kitchen counter. Its cool surface give her a little comfort, but the thought of toughing out this hang over without the aide of aspirin made her want to cry. Then, there was a small tapping on the door. Her eyes shifted to the door, wondering what hellish demon would dare knock so loudly? 

She made sure her robe was closed and opened the door. No one there, but the sight was odd to say the least. A bottle of water with aspirin taped to it was hanging in front of her face. Fantastic! The vodka has induced some kind of hallucination. She reached out to grab the bottle. Only then did she realize that the bottle was hanging from a piece of very fine line. In fact, it was fishing line. She tugged the bottle and met with a small amount of resistance. Charlie stuck her head out of the door only to find Nathan standing on the side of her porch, holding a fishing pole. 

"Really?" she asked as a layer of perspiration was building on her skin. Just what ever girl wanted, sweat the smelled like alcohol. Attractive and feminine to boot. Nathan walked up and took the bottle from Charlie's hands. He unhooked it from the fishing line, popped the aspirin from their tapped safety, and twisted the top off the bottle. Charlie grabbed the bottle of water first. While it felt cool and slightly refreshing on the way down, her stomach staged its revolt. She staggered to the kitchen sink, loosing what liquid was in her stomach. 

As she continued to wretch into the sink, her brain registered the idea that Nathan was holding back her hair. He had gotten a towel out of the drawer next to them. He was wiping the sweat off of her neck. When the vomiting stopped, he turned her face towards him and wiped the sweat off her forehead. The small line of drool hanging from her chin disappeared too. All Charlie could see were the smiling Nathan eyes. 

Oh wait! Her stomach isn't done. Nathan simply stood there patiently, watching his best friend try to crawl into the kitchen sink. She was vomiting so violently, she would actually stand on her tips toes in order to lean further into the sink. He too had had moments like this and knew that last thing he really wanted was any talking or jokes. He simply gathered more of hair away from her face and wiped the next sheen of sweat from her neck. Slowly, he reached over to turn on the faucet. The water washed down the remains of Charlie's stomach. She also used it as a chance to catch water in her hands. The water splashed her face; she also sucked some of it out of the palm of her hand. Her poor body sank into the counter. Charlie looked so small and fragile as she laid her head on the lip of the sink. Her eyes met his, and Nathan brushed another piece of hair away from her cheek. Charlie drew in a large breath, staring at Nathan. She didn't have the energy to tell him to get out. She really didn't have the energy to be mad at him either. It was just easier to give in before her stomach tried to force itself through her throat again. 

"Ready to go back upstairs?" Nathan asked as he continued to wipe the beads of sweat the perked up on her skin. Charlie nodded and tried to right herself. It was going to be a long trip back up the stairs. Nathan continued to hold her hair, but he opened the cupboard next to his head. From within, he grabbed the largest metal mixing bowl. 

"Just in case."

He loaded it with the original bottle of water. He also pulled a bottle of aspirin out of his pocket and placed that in the bowl too. In order to finish collecting the necessary supplies, Nathan let go of her hair and told her to hold onto the counter. Things kept appearing magically in her hung over mind. A sheath of crackers. A bottle of orange juice. Charlie did know if she was going to be strong enough to make it back up the stairs. 

Oh no!

Charlie reached her head back into the sink and continued her journey into the most outstandingly ugly hang over. Nathan returned to his caretaking duties. Hold the hair, check! Wipe away sweat, check! Quit being an ass to his best friend, check! When Charlie's knees started to give out, he used his remaining hand to hold her up. It snaked around her waist to lightly hold her, but to put absolutely no pressure on her stomach. Charlie reached for the faucet and turned the water back on. More face washing and more water drinking.

"Done" was the strangled word out of Charlie's lips. She just couldn't get her legs to cooperate. Nathan could see how impossible it was going to be for her to get back through the house. Letting go of her hair, he strategically moved his hands in order to lift her. 

"Grab on," he whispered as lifted her to his chest. Charlie snaked her arm around his neck. She hated this feeling of being helpless. It was too kidlike. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Get the bowl too." Nathan leaned her forward, so she could grab the bowl of supplies from the counter. She rested it her lap. Nathan moved through the house, being careful that he didn't hit her head on any walls or knock anything over with her feet. Considering he had carried her upstairs on a couple instances, he knew what to avoid.

It wasn't before long she was being placed on the edge of her bed. He removed the bowl from her grasp and placed it on the nightstand. Charlie could only slump forward since the muscles in her body were made of jelly. Nathan gently helped her remove her arms from her robe. As the thought dawned on her that she was only in her tank top and panties, she tried to pull away. 

"Forget it, kiddo. I've seen you naked." Nathan continued pulling the robe away from her. Charlie couldn't really argue with him. The first point was that she would probably puke again if she opened her mouth to speak. The second point was that he had already seen her naked. What was the point? Once the robe was out of the way, Charlie slumped onto the bed. Nathan helped her make sure her feet made it up off of the floor. She rested on her side; Nathan emptied the contents of the metal bowl on the night stand and inserted the metal bowl within the curve of her body. On the space remaining on the bed, he situated himself. His gentle hand rubbed small circle on her back. When Charlie started to moan, he abruptly stopped, ready to help her with the bowl and puking again. 

Charlie flipped some hair away from her face. "No, feels good. Keep going." Her eyes were shut and her breathing slightly labored. Nathan returned to rubbing her back. Eventually, her breathing began to even out and in fact turned to deeper breaths. She had finally fallen asleep. Nathan kicked off his shoes and stretched his legs in front of him. Leaning against the headboard, he grabbed the novel that was on the bed stand and began reading. Yeah, he was holding the book like he was reading, but he was more interested in the woman lying next to him. Oh my god, Charlie!



Chapter 12

Yeah, they had been friends for years. Sure, they spent more of their time with one another. Nathan had never really thought anything about how close they had grown. It was natural and easy to spend time with Charlie. She gave him a sense of peace; yet, she also challenged him with all of his crap too. Periodically, he would see a smile that really caught his attention. When she looked over her reading glasses, hair hanging in her eyes, and sipping from a cup of coffee, it was enough to make him melt. Puddle be me! Then, there was the smell of her hair. She almost caught him sniffing it the other night. Good cover up about the idea of a bug, and she let the issue drop. His quiet lusting was saved for another day. There was no way she was an ugly girl no matter what she said or thought about herself. Charlie referred to herself as a big, plain girl. All Nathan could see had a beautiful, voluptuous woman with an infinitely incredible mind. Some of the things she wrote for her novels, he definitely wanted to try with her in person. 

Nevermind, her misgivings about her size. She was a large-sized girl who wore normal clothing sizes. She ate, she enjoyed coffee, and ice cream didn't stand a chance in her house. Looking down at her body right now, it was a form of torture. The curve of her hip was on display. The way her boyshorts showed off the roundness of her ass was going to drive him insane. Slowly but surely over the past few months, he had noticed how all of those curves added to her charm. Those full hips could definitely fill out a pair of jeans. She had to be at least a DD chest, but it wasn't like she was out showing off the hounds to everyone and anyone. Instead, she hid most of her endowments behind clothes. But, whenever she wore a tank top, her chest was a glorious sight to watch. Natural and womanly. Mouthwatering. 

Seeing her naked in the shower, now that was a mistake he wished he could make again and again and again. At the moment, it wasn't worth the anger, but later when he had a chance to reflect on his own mental images, it gave him the hardest erection he had ever known. He felt like a 15 year old boy again, holding a fire hose. Using those images, he masturbated. With each stroke of his hand, he remembered her chest wiggling against his, the warm feeling of the water on her back, the moment he rested his hands on her hips. Masturbating to those mental pictures gave his the best release he had had in years. It was all done while whispering her name as he came. 

Charlie began to stir in her passed out state. Nathan went back to his gentle back rubbing and her fidgeting stopped. He let out a long exhale and used his palm to push at the ache in his groin. Her panties had ridden higher up on her hip and her shirt had edged its way up her body. God, this woman was completely gorgeous and the best part was she had no clue about it. This only made Nathan want her more.




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However, strangely enough, he began to have more and more feelings of jealousy when it came to Charlie. When she brought guys home, it was maddening. Leave it to him to sit under his open window, hoping to hear something of her orgasms through her open window too. On one occasion, he got to listen to her panting and list of curse words while some guy was pounding into her. While she might have the mouth of a trucker in the bedroom, Nathan could only help imagine the shifting of her hips and the way her breasts were moving. He desperately wanted to see her have an orgasm. What would be her facial expression? How would she feel from the inside? What noises would she make while he stroked her core? All of it was too much to consider without touching himself again. 

Last night's club adventure was just the icing on the cake. When she walked by his balcony in her club outfit, he wanted to grab her and run her back up the stairs. The tussled hair, wine red lipstick, black heels, and middle finger drove him nuts. He actually sat on the porch debating about going to Name. When he broke down and scrambled off of the porch, he had to stop himself from breaking into a full run. While at the club, he stayed against the wall in the shadows. 

He worried about seeing her do so many shots in a row. Yet, it was awesome to watch her dance. Her eyes closed, and she dove into the music. It was like she came alive with her hair swaying and mouth moving to the words of the song. Then, that kiss! He knew Melanie was a bit flirtatious with everyone, but he was nothing but thankful for the jeans he was wearing as he watched that kiss. Melanie has gotten to do something he only dreamt or fantasized about. Bitch! The walk home was uncomfortable, not only for the hard cock in his pants but for his heart. Watching Charlie leave with Dwight. Ug! No other way around it. 

More fidgeting. Charlie pushed the metal bowl away from her body when she rolled onto her back. Oh holy hell! Her tank top had moved further up her body. The lower half of her left breast was now showing. That combined with the bare stomach was his version of mental ice cream. Her hair draped over one shoulder and the rest was splayed out on the bed. He didn't know how much longer he could sit next to her with this much of her body showing. His mind was already thinking about dirty, nasty things they should be doing together. Fuck, his erection just wasn't going to let up. 

Read the book and leave her alone. Be a good boy! Be a good boy! Be a good boy! Fuck, just be a good boy!