2 comments/ 17921 views/ 1 favorites Southern Comfort By: smj54ap "Jolene Stiles, sometimes I think you're the devils spawn." My mama yelled at me. I was sitting on the bare wood of my bedroom floor hugging my knees and trying my best to look shamefaced. Truth was, I didn't feel shame at all. "Your Daddy's gonna beat the livin tar outta you." She blasted in my face. "Mama, I'm eighteen, what right does Daddy have to beat me." I shot back defiantly. "The Bible gives him the right Jolene! You are a sinner committin unnatural acts! She roared at full volume. It didn't feel unnatural to me. It felt downright natural and good. Mama kept right on yelling but I felt no sorrow, no shame and no regret for what I had done with Missy. Missy and me were friends since grade school. But, we got real close the night of Scooter Evans graduation party. All of us went skinny dipping down at Taylor's Creek. It was so hot that you could've fried an egg on a rock, even in the dark. Scooter passed around some of his Daddy's moonshine and pretty soon we were all drunk. Well, clothes went flying everywhere and the boys wanted to get chummy with us girls. But, I had my eye on Missy. She was wearin a cotton sundress with a low neckline and had some big ass titties for a girl of eighteen. Missy knew I was hankering to touch them mighty swells on her chest and took her sweet ole time taking her britches off. I was flat chested and could easily pass for one of the boys. All of us were in the water messing around when Missy swam up to me sticking her chest out all proud like a peacock. I didn't want do anything in front of the others, so Missy told me to follow her to the barn. I followed Missy and watched her big butt moving and swaying. In the barn, she lay back on a fresh pile of straw and her boobs was pointin towards the sky. I landed on top of her and my hands squeezed her mighty mountains. Missy oohed and ahed like it was the best thing since sliced bread. After a piece she said, "Ain't yah gonna suck em Jolene?" I was a sucking fool that night. Missy hooted and yelled like a cowboy chasing steers in a stampede. She was so excited she pushed my head down to her pee hole. "Come on Jolene, get a lickin girl, it's good eatin!" She cackled like a horny hen. Now I never tasted a girl before and damn if Missy wasn't right, it was better than hot grits on a cold morning. I licked her until my tongue was sore and she was dripping and runny like a busted faucet. "Swaller it down Jolene." She yelled at me. I did what Missy asked and swallowed. It was strong tasting like good moonshine but a heap more satisfying. Missy knew I would lick her any darn time she wanted me to and sure enough, my face was in her hairy crack almost regular. I was scared to death of getting caught because mama and daddy were righteous Baptist Christian's. Daddy quoted the bible every chance he got and I swear his true calling was as a minister of the faith and not a poor farmer. Missy's sister ratted on us the first time and daddy gave me a good whooping but the second time he hit me until I passed out. For a long time I thought about why I liked girls, especially Missy, and not boys. I figured it was how God wanted me to be and there was nothing unnatural about it, no matter how much daddy said it was wrong. So there I was, caught for the third time scared out of my wits. "Three strikes and yer out!" Daddy screamed at me the last time. I wasn't sure if daddy would throw me out of the house or kill me but I wasn't gonna stick around and find out. Mama was downstairs getting supper ready when I threw all my belongings in a small suitcase and out the window I went. I ran all the way to Barrow's Lane and stopped. The sweat was pouring off me and the handle on my suitcase broke from shaking it as I ran. With the bag under my arm, I walked trying to catch my breath. I wasn't sure were I was going but I was powerful thirsty from running. The sun was low on the horizon when I saw a farmhouse up ahead about a half mile or so and headed straight for it. The name on the mailbox was familiar so I walked down the lane to the backdoor and knocked. Ruthie Smalls answered the door. "Jolene! What in God's name are y'all doin here?" She asked with a shocked look on her face. I was so tired and thirsty that my legs gave out and I sat on the ground. Ruthie ran inside and came back with a big glass of water. Her mama was standing in the doorway lookin at me as I drank the glass dry. "Ruthie, who's this girl?" She asked suspiciously. "It's Jolene Stiles mama." Ruthie said as though she didn't believe her eyes. "You hungry child?" Ruthie's mama asked me. "Yes Mrs. Smalls." I said in a weary voice. While Ruthie's mama went to fetch me a plate of food, she helped me over to a small picnic table. "Are y'all runnin away?" she asked me and pointed at my suitcase. "Yep." I answered in breathless voice. "Why? Was your daddy gonna beat y'all agin?" She asked in a sympathetic voice. "Yeah." I said with shame and hung my head low. Ruthie ran to get the plate from her mama in the doorway. As I ate the beans and biscuits, she stared at me with a curious look. "Where y'all goin?" she inquired. "Don't know yet as long as it's not home." I said with assurance. "I'm sure mama would let y'all stay here tonight. We could sleep in the barn. It's a lot cooler than in the house." She offered in the sweetest voice. With no other prospects, I accepted the invitation. "Hey! Let's go down to the creek. You can wash up and we can swim for a little." She said with innocence. As I squatted in the creek and washed myself, I watched Ruthie take her frayed sun dress off. The sight of her pale white skin and body had my loins jumping for joy. Ruthie was one of the prettiest girls at school. All the boys were after her but she was the shy type. Like me, she graduated with not much hope for a bright future. It was either work on the farm or waitress down at the Blue Light Café in town. When Ruthie was naked, my breath caught in my throat. "You sure are purty." I said with a wolf whistle. Even in the dim light, I saw Ruthie blush. We were standing on a big rock in the middle of the creek and Ruthie's sizable titties were above the water line. She had the kinda nipples that a baby would love to suck on. I knew I wanted to and she saw me eyin her chest. "Tell me Jolene, your daddy was gonna beat y'all because of Missy?" She asked with curiosity and wide eyes. "Yeah he was," I said all of a sudden feeling real bad. What was mama gonna think about me running away but I couldn't go back, I just couldn't. "I can't go back Ruthie, I just can't" I said getting all weepy and sad. As Ruthie put her arm around me, an idea started to churn in my brain and I knew where I would run to. "I'm headin for the big city Ruthie. I figure it's the only chance I got for a future." I declared. "Can I go with you?" she asked "Why?" I answered "Come on Jolene, what's here for me? I don't wanna marry some farm boy, have a dozen kids and be poor for the rest of mah life." She exclaimed. "Oh...ah...I don't know." I wasn't sure it was good idea. "I'll do anything y'all want me to" she said in sly voice. Ruthie was showing me a side of herself I was unfamiliar with. "Anything?" I said with a raised eyebrow. "Aw Jolene, everybody knows about y'all and Missy." She said like a shy kid. "I guess it's all right." I said nervously. "I saw y'all lookin at my chest. Wanna feel em?" She said like some evil temptress in the bible. I pawed her titties like they was the last ones on earth. "Ooh Jolene, that feels soo nice." She purred like a cat. The girl had some FINE hooters. Her nips were so hard they could poke an eye out. Well, I got to work suckin and lickin. Ruthie went kinda crazy and sounded like one my Uncle Buster's huntin dogs hot on the trail of a raccoon. I was so worked up I wouldn't stop and Ruthie just kept howlin. But, the middle of the creek is no place to have "fun" and the bugs was bitin something awful. We ran to the barn and collapsed in a mountain of hay. I looked down Ruthie's body at the place the preacher at church said we shouldn't look at unless we wanted to burn in hell for all eternity. "Guess I'll be burnin for all eternity" I thought to myself. While Missy's private place looked like a family of raccoons took up residence, Ruthie's was furry but a lot nicer lookin. She was laying up against a pile of hay with her knees up and legs open. I was eager to commence lickin Ruthie but as I moved forward she reached for my little titties. She was pullin and pinchin like a sex fiend. Now it was me who was hollerin and yellin. "My my Jolene! You're titties is small but they sure is long." She screeches at me like a owl and pulls em to her lips. Ruthie kept at my nips like a dog with a meaty bone. She just wouldn't stop and I felt something runnin down the inside of my leg. Shit! My girly place was leakin like sieve. I moved up until I squatted over Ruthie and I figure if she's willing, its time she learned to lick. There weren't much I could've taught Ruthie. Darn girl was a lickin machine and I was drippin all over her pretty face. Without me sayin, she's swallowing. "Shit Ruthie! Y'all know your way around a girls' privates." I yowled and was panting faster than a hound dog on a hot day. I swear I saw stars that sweltering hot night. Ruthie was covered in sweat and girly juice. I found a bucket of water and she stuck her whole head under. Ruthie fell back on the straw and I lit after her. No way I was goin to let her beat me at own game. I set to lickin her privates with a determined attitude. "Jesus Jolene!" she yelled. I was lickin her like greased lightning and she's flowin like a creek during the spring flood. Shit! Girl almost drowned me but I just kept swallowing. "The rumors didn't do you justice Jolene. Y'all are amazing!" She hollered at me. Ruthie let out a scream that I was sure her mama heard in the house. Her body was shaking and rolling like I never seen before. Finally, Ruthie came to rest and looked at me with goo goo eyes. "So does this mean I can go with y'all?" she asked me in a dreamy voice. "Sure Ruthie, sure." I said to her but I wasn't sure at all. It was hard enough for one girl on the run but two? Now that would have really drawed attention to us. I remembered a couple of picture shows at the Roxy in town. The girl would dress like a boy or man so she didn't attract any attention to herself. With my flat as a boy chest, I knew I had a chance of pulling it off. But, Ruthie? With those big balloons on her chest, they'd sniff her out right away. I felt bad. If she insisted, I'd take her but I was hoping... "Ruthie, you'd better get some of your things together you wanna take. We have to leave before sunrise tomorrow." "Ok Jolene. Just let me rest a minute." She said in a tired voice. "Y'all got any money?" I asked. "Oh...a couple dollars, I think." She said in sleepy way. Before I said another word, Ruthie was out, snoring peacefully. I decided that I should get some rest and fell asleep but woke just before dawn. Ruthie was asleep and I didn't disturb her. I looked in the tack room and found some grimy men's clothes that barely fit me. The hat was a nice touch and fit me just fine. I rubbed dirt on my face and any exposed skin for camouflage and looked in the filthy mirror on the wall. "Can't tell if I have whiskers or not." I muttered to myself. I stuffed my belongins in a feed sack and left the empty busted suitcase in a cow stall. Ruthie never moved a muscle and I looked at her with some regret. "Sorry Ruthie but last night was damn special girl!" I said quietly to the sleeping form in the straw. The sky was getting brighter in the east and I knew Ruthie's mama would be goin to the barn to start the morning milking any minute. With the feed sack over my shoulder, I cut across the back pasture trying my best not to be seen. As the sky grew brighter, I looked around for the last time at the impoverished landscape filled with run down farms. "California, that's where I'm goin." I said quietly as images of the "Grapes of Wrath" ran thru my head. "Shoot, I'll bet I can be an actress." I daydreamed. I was almost at the far end of the train depot when I heard the morning freight whistle in the distance. I laid low in the bushes and waited until it steamed past me. Anxiously, I looked for an open box car and found one. I ran as fast as my feet would carry me and grabbed the door handle in the nick of time. I was on my way. Southern Comfort As I awaken from a deep and peaceful slumber, I open my eyes to take in the view of my seemingly unfamiliar surroundings. I wipe the sleep from my large almond-shaped hazel eyes, taking a closer look around me. Lying on my back with a soft feather filled cushion supporting my head and a white cotton sheet draped across my naked body, my eyes dart from wall to cream-coloured wall, desperately trying to figure out where I am. As I slowly remember the events of the night before, my legs curl up towards my body and I can feel the little hairs on the back of neck rise, sending shivers up and down my spine. I recognise a painting on the wall directly in front of me so I sit up sligtly, propping myself up on my right elbow. The softness of the rug on my bare skin reminds me that I am in my own living room. Looking at the painting again confirms this. It is a vivid colour canvas of two bodies intertwined in an intimate embrace. It was a birhday gift from my boyfriend Toby and I had brought it down with me from our flat in York. I had only been in my new house for one night since moving to Ripton Close the day before, a fairly quiet suburban area in South London. I had qualified as a Doctor just a few weeks previously and was moving to London to start a new post as a Senior House Officer in a large London Hospital. Alison Newbery, a 30-something yr old successful fiction writer, lives four houses away from me. I call her my neighbour as there are only 10 houses in the Close. A confident woman with a quirky but pretty face, pale skin and long legs, she introduced herself to me the day before... On that day, as I was unloading boxes from my car, I heard the click-clack of high heels on the tarmac behind me. I turned around to see a woman of medium-tall height dressed casually in a light green linen dress, shoulder-length wavy auburn hair, piercing green eyes and a large wide smile directed at me. 'Hi there, I'm Alison. I live at no. 8. I just got back from town and noticed you moving in. I just wanted to say welcome and ask if you need any help?' she said, cocking her head slightly to one side. I was grateful for her kindness but looking at her in those heels and pretty dress made me think she was in no fit state to carry heavy, dusty boxes for me and was just being polite. 'Thanks but I'm almost done now' I replied, conscious of the fact that I was looking a bit worse for wear, aware that her eyes had wandered ever so slightly away from mine, down to my chest. I was bending over a large box, attempting to pick it up and my ample breasts were protuding quite obviously from the top of my vest. Her attention bothered me slightly. I was used to being ogled by men but felt uncomfortable having a woman stare at me so intently, so I stood upright and pulled my vest up a little trying to cover up. 'OK, well you know where I am' said Alison, seeming to be unaware of my embarrassment. ' If you need anything, just knock on my door. I'm throwing a dinner party for some friends later around 8 and you're more than welcome to join us' 'That sounds great' I said, not wanting to seem unfriendly 'I guess I'll see you later then. Oh by the way my name's Jo' And with that, she left, the click-clacking of her heels becoming more faint as she walked home. I could do with cheering up, I told myself. Leaving Toby behind in York was already taking its toll. We'd met in uni and lived together throughout most of our years there. We'd had a massive argument about my relocation to London. We had parted on a bad note so I was feeling rather sorry for myself. Once I'd unpacked the last of the boxes and made my new house somewhat livable, I started thinking of what to wear for the evening. The time was fast approaching 8 so I had a quick rummage through my wardrobe and picked out a simple outfit of a short denim skirt and strapless satin black top. I put on a little blusher and a slick of coral-pink shimmery lipgloss, pulled my long brown hair into a low ponytail, slipped into comfortable but sexy slip-ons and headed for Alison's. Standing outside no.8 at 8:15, I could hear the booming of loud music though the front door. I rang the doorbell and a middle-aged man answered the door, introduced himself as Alison's boyfriend Mark with a handshake, and asked me to come in. As I walked into a spacious living room, packed to the brim with guests drinking, eating and chatting happily away, I spotted Alison sitting in the kitchen with a guest. I walked over, greeting her with a kiss on each cheek and apologised for being late. 'Hey Jo!' She sprang to her feet, embracing me with both arms as she pressed tightly against me, returning my kisses. 'Don't be silly, party's just getting started' she said loudly above the thumping music. 'You look gorgeous' she exclaimed, eyeing me from head to toe. 'Help yourself to food and drinks. There's nibbles in the living-room, I'll be serving dinner soon' And so I wandered off into the living room, grabbing myself a glass of wine as I did, I struck up conversations with other guests and proceeded to enjoy myself and take my mind off Toby. Half an hour later, we were all called to the kitchen where we were seated at a large round dinner table. A delicious meal of mixed seafood risotto, washed down with more wine and followed by a creamy dessert of Italian ice-cream with moist chocolate fudge cake was served. Conversation around the table flowed easily, ranging from work to babies, sex, travel, fashion, politics, relationships...a real cocktail of topics. Alison was siting next to Mark, and occasionally he would lean toward her and give her a kiss on the head. He had his arm around her all night and when he thought no-one could see, he would slip his hand slightly up Alison's shirt and fondle her breast. I could tell Alison was enjoying this. Her cheeks flushed a dusky shade of pink and her eyes would quickly search around the table, making sure no-one was looking. By then, I had diverted my eyes back to the person sitting next to me, but glancing back again I noticed the nipple of the breast his fingers had been busy with now poking through the fabric of her shirt. This aroused strange feelings in me, remembering the way my own nipples would respond to Toby's touch, and as I did so I felt a sweet tingling sensation as they stood proud against my breasts, pushing against the satin of my own top. At that moment I noticed Alison looking directly at me, a little smile stretched across her lips as though she knew that I had been watching. I instinctively looked away and put an arm across my chest, not wanting her to see how turned on I was. I wondered if anyone else had noticed what they were up to, but they all seemed far too engaged in their conversations. I could sense a warm feeling spreading through my body, ending at my womanhood, making me shift awkwardly in my seat. I felt odd for enjoying their private little show that had now become so public to me. I also had unwanted feelings of sadness creeping back as I watched them together, so obviously in love, wishing my Toby could be here too, angry that he hadn't been more supportive of my plans. As I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, I quickly made my excuses, thanked my host for a lovely dinner and made a hasty exit. It was pouring heavily outside and despite my efforts to avoid the heavy raindrops, my hair and clothes quickly became wet. I found my keys in my little purse and opened the front door, slamming it behind me, immediately bursting into tears as I slid down to the wooden floor, my back against the door, in complete darkness. I sat sobbing to myself for what seemed like an eternity, watching my tears create tiny puddles on the floor, feeling the energy slowly drain from my body as it always did whenever I cried. I began drifting off to sleep when the knock-knock on my door woke me up. Quickly wiping my eyes and clumsily getting back up on my still clad feet, I looked through the peephole. I could just about make out the silhouette of someone who looked like Alison. To be sure, I put the latch on the door and opened it as far as it would. 'That you Alison?' I muttered, her blurry figure becoming clearer as the dim light of the porch flooded my eyes. 'Yes it's me, is it alright if come in? It's just that you looked a bit upset as you were leaving earlier' she said, looking concerned. She had changed out of her earlier outfit of a smart trouser suit and was now wearing jeans and a t-shirt. 'Don't worry about me, I'm fine' I lied. 'Your party...' As I said this, I realised I could no longer hear music. 'It's over, everyone left a while ago. Just thought I should check up on you but if you'd rather be alone I understand' 'No. No, please come in' I pleaded as I removed the latch and fully opened the door, closing it behind her. 'Please, sit down' I motioned towards the large brown leather couch that had been delivered early that morning. 'Can I get you something to drink?' I asked. 'Don't you think I've had enough already' she giggled. 'Your clothes, they're soaked.' I suddenly realised that in my little moment of misery I had forgotten to undress. I ventured into the bedroom, peeled off my wet clothes, removed my shoes and slipped into a pair of shorts and a clean vest, and returned to the living room where I sat next to Alison on the couch. The tv was on and some random music channel was playing. Alison and I began chatting, talking about our lives, careers, discovering a little more about each other as we went along. She had a very easy way about her which immediately put me at ease. I felt I could open my heart up to this complete stranger, something I would never usually do. Conversation then turned to men and inevitably boyfriends. I discovered that she and Mark had been together for a number of years and had a somewhat 'open' relationship. This left me a little shocked as it was such a foreign concept to me, but I tried my best to hide it for fear of looking childish. As we talked about Toby, I told her about the problems we'd had before I moved, how he hadn't spoken to me for 2 weeks, how he had sworn to find someone else while I was gone, how he'd not called me since I arrived...I couldn't control the tears streaming down my face. I turned away from Alison, in an attempt to hide my quivering lips. Alison put her arms around me, pulling me close to her. She had one hand on my head, running her fingers through my hair, and the other gently stroking my back, soothing me. As my body relaxed into hers, I found my head slowly dropping, nestling into the curve of her neck, as I always did with Toby when I needed comforting. As I inhaled, I could detect the faint sweetness of Lavender on her skin. I was so close to a stranger I barely knew, a woman at that, and although logically it didn't seem right, all my worries seemed to escape with every breath. I closed my eyes and placed my arm around the small of her back to snuggle even closer to her, the warmth of her breath spreading across my body. I felt her soothing fingers trail their way from my back towards my face, travelling over the curve of my chin, my rounded cheeks, and back down to my lips, lingering over their outline, delighting in their fullness. She brought her lips down to meet mine, kissing me tenderly, making me gasp, shocked at what was happening to me, even more shocked that I was enjoying it. I made a feeble attempt at pulling away but her eyes seemed to have pierced right into the very depths of my being, keeping me locked to her. She knew I was hers. Her fingers drew small circles over my arm... waist...supple hips and thighs, making me gasp once more as she slipped her fingers under the moist cloth of my shorts, lightly pinching my swollen clit, caressing the delicate skin around my labia. I felt the wetness of my own juices on my stomach as she inched her way to my chest. She unlocked her lips from mine, my heavy head falling into her lap. I turned my nose towards her crotch, savouring the subtle musky scent of her womanhood, my tongue becoming drenched at the thought of what it would be like to taste it. I could hear my heart thumping as her hand inched towards my left breast, gently squeezing the soft rounded flesh through the flimsy fabric of my vest. Her wet tongue travelled down my neck until it reached the fleshy mound of my right breast, drawing a line to my nipple but deliberately avoiding it. Through my vest, her tongue circled around my areola several times, coaxing my nipple to emerge fully, standing taut, straining against the cloth. In two swift movements, my vest was by my torso, my shorts by my feet. A cool breeze surged in from a window. Alison's eyes fixed on my nipples, watching them rise even further, standing erect against my fullly engorged breasts. She blew gently against each one before finally placing her wet lips around my right nipple, drawing it firmly into her mouth, sending shockaves of pleasure to my clit. I felt my nipple harden in her mouth as he sucked on it fervently, pulling it further into her mouth, flicking it firmly with her tongue, her hand occupied with my other breast, rolling and tugging my left nipple between her fingers. My breasts bounced gently in all directions, enjoying the longed-for attention. I arched my body towards hers, letting out little moans to tell her just how much I was enjoying what she was doing. She bit my nipple, making me cry out loud from the pain. She let go with a snap and moved to my left nipple, taking over from her fingers, sucking harder, more hungrily this time. My breathing became louder and heavier as the sweet feelings and wetness around my clit intensified, aching to be touched, sucked, anything, just begging for attention. I began to rub my thighs together, enjoying the friction against my clit. Her hand wandered back to my now exposed pussy. She slid a finger into my wet pussy, massaging my g-spot as I let out another sharp gasp. She slid another finger in, then a third and continued finger-fucking me, the thick juices from my pussy making loud smacking noises,the base of her palm rubbing my clit in circular movements, her lips still engaged around my nipple. I thrust my hips towards her hand, grinding desperately against it, wanting more, feeling my muscles tense around her fingers, but at the same time trying to fight it, not wanting this moment to end. I felt my body stiffen as wave after delicious wave of orgasmic extasy coursed through my clit and pussy, my body jerking forwards, my back arching. I cried out loudly as the last orgasmic wave shot through me. My body collapsed back into hers, now glistening with sweat, gently shuddering as it recovered from her assault. She released my nipple and held me as she descended to the floor, laying me on the soft central rug, shedding me completely of my clothes. She stood up, went to the bedroom and returned with a white cotton cloth, laying it across both our bodies. She kissed me softly all over my body, content in knowing that she had satisfied me fully, enjoying my lips once more as I fell asleep in her arms... I returned to the brightness of my living room as the last details of the events of the night before left my mind. By my side was a handwritten note from Alison. 'You know where I am, if you need anything...' it read. I clutched it to my body, allowing myself just a fleeting sense of guilt as I drifted into a daydream, vowing to return the favour, dreaming of more encounters to come.... Southern Comfort The summer sat hot and sticky on my skin, and the heavy scent of magnolias lingered in the air. Don't ask me why I decided to move to Georgia in the middle of the summer; I was temporarily insane, I think. I waited for the real estate agent to show up, outside of the house that I wanted to buy. One thing you could definitely say about the people around here; they weren't in much of a hurry, to do much of anything. A procrastinator extraordinaire myself, I could appreciate that trait, but only to a point. An hour and a half late was pushing it, even for me. Finally, a beat up station wagon came bumping into sight, a large cloud of dust following close behind. "Mercy sakes! I am so sorry!" were the first words out of her mouth. She smoothed her skirt as she exited the car, and screwed her hat down a little tighter on her giant bouffant hairdo. "I hope you haven't been waiting too long honey!" "No, just an hour or so," I replied, with a grin. All I had was time, I suppose. She dug around in her purse until she produced a set of keys, and then motioned me to follow along, "Now you watch yourself on these steps, honey. They aren't in the best of shape." We made our way inside, and she immediately hurried over to the windows to throw back what was left of a ragged set of curtains. Sunlight came streaming through the dusty panes, casting a warm glow over the hardwood floors. That was all I needed to see. I had fallen in love with this house while driving the back roads of this little town, but when I saw how the warmth seemed to radiate here, I knew this was the place; I was home. She showed me the rest, although it really wasn't necessary. I somehow knew this house by heart already, and couldn't wait to get started fixing it up. It needed some serious help, but I was ready. I followed her back into town, to her small office, and signed the papers that made that little farmhouse mine. She was absolutely beaming when she explained to me that I was her first real estate sale for over 5 years. There wasn't much of a market around here, but she had always kept hope that it would start growing. "I am going to need help with some of the repairs around my place. Do you happen to know of anybody who might be interested?" I asked her, as I gathered my papers up. "Well, let's see...I can't think of anybody off hand, but I'll keep my ear open. I'm sure we can find someone to lend you a hand, honey...don't you worry," she smiled and handed me the keys to my new home, as I got back in my truck. The next day, I started cleaning up the place, blowing fifty years of dust and cobwebs out, washing windows, and scrubbing every surface I could reach. I was in the kitchen, on my hands and knees, scrubbing the floor, when I heard someone clear their throat. I jumped like I was shot, and let out a yelp. "Easy, girl," I heard him say. His voice was like velvet. No, actually more like whiskey; strong, smooth, and so intoxicating. I turned around to see him standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking down at me. He had a grin on his face that made me wonder just how long he had been standing there, watching me. I scowled at him, and blew a wisp of hair out of my eyes. "You know, where I come from, it's customary that people knock before they just let themselves into a stranger's house," I snapped at him. "The name's Jonathan Fischer, but folks 'round here just call me Big John, ma'am." He tipped his hat and grinned at me again. I glared at him, and replied, "Cassie. My name is Cassie, not ma'am." "Well now, I guess we ain't strangers anymore, are we?" he chuckled. "What is it that you want, Mr. Fischer?" I asked. "Mizz Jenny down at the real estate place told me that you might be needin' some help 'round here; and I'm just the guy for the job," he answered, with a nauseating amount of self-assuredness. I surveyed my prospective handyman, and agreed that he was definitely a well-built specimen...gotta love those stocky Southern boys. He was fairly tall; taking up a good amount of the doorway with his barrel chest and broad shoulders. His arms and hands were tanned and weathered, and scarred from what looked like years of hard work. You could tell just by looking at him that he was strong as the day was long. "What's your rate?" I asked. "I usually charge $65 an hour for carpentry and the like.", he replied. "Sixty-five dollars! Are you kidding me! That's highway robbery! I can't afford that!" I whined. He raised his eyebrow and stared me down. A chill went straight up my spine, and a thousand butterflies took flight in my stomach. "I reckon I could cut a pretty lady like you a deal," he continued, a wicked grin spreading across face. "Don't do me any favors," I snarled, and went back to scrubbing my floor. "Suit yourself, ma'am. But I don't think that those steps out front are gonna fix themselves, if you know what I mean," he replied. "I will figure it out on my own, thank you very much," I mumbled under my breath. He turned and headed for the door, but then stopped. "What IS it with you people?" he asked, clearly perturbed at being rejected for the job. That was it. I can tolerate a lot of things, but being called out by some smart mouth redneck did not happen to be one of them. "YOU people? What exactly is that supposed to mean?" I asked him, as I got up off the floor, and to my feet. He turned back around, and replied in a long, low drawl that cut like a knife through the tension in the air, "All you city slickers come here, lookin' to find somethin' that ain't here. And, while you're here, you try to set all of us hicks straight, with your fancy words and high dollar hopes that you want for nothin'. Well, I'm here to tell you Mizz Cassie, that I'm gettin' real tired it. What gives you the right to talk to me like that?" He took a step towards me, and I stepped back, not liking the tone of his voice one bit. I slipped on a soapy spot and fell to the floor, landing hard on my backside. I was still regaining my bearings, when I felt his hand around my arm, pulling me back up. I tried to break away from him, but his grip was strong and unyielding. I looked up at him, and his eyes seemed to burn right through me. They were a beautiful green, but the look they held was menacing and hot tempered. I struggled against him, but he held on tight, and just stared at me. Something about the way he looked at me made my insides quiver, and I knew when he looked me over that he could detect my desire, because of my body's reactions to him. "Traitors," I thought to myself as I felt my nipples getting hard and pressing against the thin fabric of my t-shirt. He pushed me backwards, and up against the kitchen counter, still holding firmly to my arm. I never broke eye contact with him, and I never let him know I was scared to death, even though my heart was racing wildly in my chest. I could scream, but I knew it wouldn't do any good, since my house was at the very end of a long dirt road. He picked me up and set me on the counter, forcing my legs apart, so he could stand between them. He was so close to me now that I could smell his sweet musky scent, not at all like I had expected. He had dark hair that was in need of trim, but sexy in it's own right. His thick mustache framed his mouth, and traveled down to his chin; just like something straight out of the old west. He didn't say another word. He grabbed my arms firmly, his rough hands providing a delicious sensation on my flesh. He crushed himself to me, kissing me hard, forcefully. I tried to turn away, but his mouth was locked firmly to mine, his tongue forcing my lips open to accept him. He tasted of Coca-Cola and chewing tobacco, a sickening sweet flavor that was so new to me. He began grabbing my breasts, pinching hard on my already sensitive nipples. I moaned and pressed myself against him, surrendering to his assault. I could feel myself getting so wet, and caught the faint scent of my desire in the air between us. He must've caught it too, because he stared me down and then snarled, "You little slut. You think this is a game? I'm gonna show you what it really feels like to be used; what it feels like to be taken for granted." And with that, he pulled me off the counter, and yanked me upstairs, to my bedroom. Once inside the doorway, he grabbed a hold of a handful of my hair, stopping me in my tracks. "Get on your knees, bitch," he growled. I gave him my best "Go to Hell" look and then waited for the storm to begin. He grinned, and yanked on my hair a little more. As he traced the outline of my lips with one rough finger, he said softly, "Ah, my little wildcat. I can't wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Maybe then you will understand your place 'round here." He pushed down on my shoulder, forcing me to the floor. I landed on my knees, and waited. No matter how much my brain screamed out in resistance, my body fought back with animalistic lust that I had never felt before. I wanted him to have his way with me. I wanted to surrender to his demands. I watched as he unzipped the fly of his jeans, and unfastened his belt. His hand reached in and pulled out what had to have been the largest cock I had ever seen, and it wasn't even completely hard yet. I felt my pussy quiver, in hopeful anticipation of having that monster buried to the balls inside of me. He traced the head of his cock over my lips, still holding tight to a handful of my hair. I decided to push the envelope, and tried to bite him, as he went over my lips. He responded by grabbing my hair even harder, and slapping me in the face with his now very hard cock. "You better mind your manners," he said, slapping me in the face again. I had barely opened my mouth, just getting ready to ask him "or what?" when he shoved his cock in my mouth, muffling any response I might have had. I could hardly get my mouth around him; his size was stretching my lips to the limit. I acclimated quickly, and looked up at him, waiting for his next command. "Well?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and pulling on my hair again. I started to slowly circle his shaft with my tongue, making him nice and slick. Then I took him completely in my mouth again, and started sucking him like I was starving. He growled long and low, "Oh fuck yeah...I knew you would be a good little cock sucker." His other hand fisted in my hair, and pulled my head in, and he started fucking my mouth like mad, jamming his cock all the way down my throat. I fought off my gag reflex, and tried to pull back, but he continued his assault on my mouth, undeterred. I could tell by his breathing that he was getting ready to cum, as he pulled my head in one final time. He moaned loud as he released a torrent of hot, thick cum into my mouth. "Swallow it, sweetness," he demanded, "All of it." I heeded his order, feeling it slide down my throat and tasting the saltiness on my tongue. I looked up at him again, hoping for praise or some sort of recognition for my obedience to my handsome stranger. "You're a nasty little bitch, aren't you?" he asked, clearly pleased with my performance. I said nothing, simply smiled and ran my tongue over the head of his cock again, collecting the last of the cum that oozed out. He groaned again, and pulled me to my feet. "Get undressed," he said. I complied, even though it was so against my nature to be ordered around like this. I peeled off my t-shirt, and slid my shorts and panties down, letting them drop to the ground. I stood there, exposed in every way imaginable, to this man that I had met only an hour ago. He directed me to the bed, and pushed me face down onto the mattress. As bad as I hated to admit it, I could feel my pussy seeping, preparing for the oncoming attack. His hands went to my hips, pulling me up to my knees, with my face still buried in the thick comforter. I felt him slide one finger inside my pussy, then another, and then another, stretching me wide open. I heard him chuckle softly, as he felt my wetness. "From now on, this pussy is mine, got it?" he said. My response was difficult to decipher, through the bedding. "You belong to me. Anytime I want a piece of this beautiful ass of yours, I'll take it. Do I make myself clear?" he asked. I couldn't say anything, the comforter blocking any argument I had. He slid his fingers out quickly, leaving me feeling empty and hollow. That emptiness was quickly replaced, however, when he shoved his cock into me, with one swift movement. It took my breath my away, and tears stung my eyes. His hands went to my hips, and he proceeded to fuck me like an animal, hard and fast. "You like that, don't you? You like being fucked by a good ol' boy. I know you'll never want anything else again, you like bein' my little slut, don't ya?" he said, as he pounded my pussy mercilessly, burying himself inside of me. I could feel his balls slap against my clit, giving me just the tickle I needed to start cumming hard, all over his cock. The rush of fluid he felt when I came drove him over the edge, and he filled my pussy with his second load of the day. He pulled out and squirted what was left on my lower back, letting it dribble down the crack of my ass. Panic started to set in, when I realized what would probably be coming next. He grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I felt his finger start to rim me, and eventually pushed its way inside of my ass. I clenched my teeth and then cried out; the pain was more than I could take. I heard him chuckle again, and then say, "Well, THAT doesn't surprise me. I had a feeling your tight little ass was virgin." My heart started to race, when I heard him say that. He pulled his finger out about halfway, and then shoved it back in, making me yelp again. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Now, don't you be gettin' all wound up, girl. I'm fixin' to save that for another time; but make no mistake, I WILL have it. That hole is mine too." He pulled his finger completely out, and then nudged my shoulder, laying me down on my side. I watched him, as he stripped off the remainder of his clothes and lay down on the bed next to me. "Clean me up; get all this cum off of me," he said, holding his softening cock in one hand. I got up to my knees again, and began to lap our juices off of him, licking him clean. I took him in my mouth again, and lazily circled my tongue around his cock, that was now completely soft. "Mmmmmm...." he groaned, "That's real good." I was still sucking on his cock when he pulled on my thigh, making me straddle his face. I felt his tongue lapping slowly at my pussy, and then suddenly he started sucking on my clit, making my hips buck wildly. "Cum for me, darlin'...Cum for me." He didn't have to ask again. I flooded his mouth, and glazed his mustache with my juices. I dropped to my stomach, exhausted. He turned around to face the same direction as me, and put his arm around me, cupping my breast and squeezing my nipples hard. I pressed my backside into him, feeling his cock right at the entrance to my pussy. He pulled me in tight, and we both drifted off, napping the rest of the morning away. I awoke later that afternoon, with a sore pussy and cum running slowly down my thigh, and the sound of hammering outside. I looked out the window, and saw him, half done with repairing my front steps. Guess I'm going to get my porch fixed after all... * Many thanks to my editor, DragonSlayer_OK, for his invaluable contributions to my writing...his efforts are greatly appreciated! If you enjoyed this story, by all means, let me know! I welcome your comments, good, bad or indifferent. Southern Comfort "You look at her again, I'm going to break my foot off in your ass!" "Oh for God's sake Bill!" says Dixie sitting down the tray of shot glasses. I look up from my cards. When my eyes meet Bill's they are as cold as his drunken eyes are hot. "Bill I looked up cause she walked into the room. I would have done the same if it was anyone, even you. Now I've had enough of this shit Bill. Every time you drink you start to accuse me of trying to have an affair with Dixie. Now enough is enough." I set my cards down on the table and grab up my beer. I grab a shot off the tray and kick back the sweet liquor. "I'm gone go Bill. From now on if I come over and your drinking I won't be staying." I look to the others around the card table as I pick up my money. "Goodnight." The guys begin trying to convince me to stay, but not Bill. He's still looking a dagger at me. Oh when he sobers up he may remember to apologize. Dixie follows me out onto the porch apologizing for her husband. "Jim? Jim!" I stop but, don't look back. Reaching into my pocket I pull out my cigarettes and tap one out. Habit to look for it shows me the little man taking a piss in the camel's from leg. "Dixie thank you for dinner. It was delicious." I take a long draw on my cigarette and flick off the ash. "As always." I say softly. "Jim he doesn't mean it. You know that. He's just drunk. He's like this when he drinks." She shakes her head sadly. "Then he needs to stop fucking drinking cause he can't handle his liquor worth a damn. I'm sick of it Dixie. He's been my friend for fifteen years now. I can't count how many times he's said some shit like that to me." "I know Jim. I'm sorry." She says looking miserable. Taking a pull on my cigarette I look off their porch to my bike. It's a 'pieced together' from dozens of different bikes. Bill had helped me chopper out the front end. Thumping my smoke I watch the ash float down to the damp grass. "Jim don't go." She touches my elbow. "Let me go talk to him. If I have to I'll get a frying pan and beat it into his head that you don't have any interest in me." The old phrase is 'the straw the broke the camels back'. Must be some truth to it, I snap my cigarette in half as I turn towards her. The pieces fall to the porch floor as my gaze meets her hazel eyes. How I went from that to kissing her I have no idea. Just suddenly our lips were together. She stood shocked for a second then began to kiss me back hesitantly. After a few moment of this we hear Bill's laughing with some of the others at the card table. As our lips part Dixie looks at me with a completely befuddled look. "Goodnight Dixie." I step on the glowing coal at my feet grinding it out. "Good...goodnight Jim." She watches me walk out to my bike. It cranks with a throaty grumble. The night air is cool as it flows past my face. It quickly washes away the slight buzz I had been feeling. Normally after a night of cards and drinking I would have slept it off on Bills couch. As I ride I think about how tender and sweet Dixie's lips had been against mine. Her mouth had tasted of the peppermint schnapps she drinks. After about ten miles I pull my bike up onto the gravel road and head off into the woods. My tires throw gravel from the same spot it always does. The rocks ping off my mailbox. My truck's reflectors appear soon. I pull the bike in under the carport next to it and shut down the grumbling beast. Only the popping of the exhaust as it cools breaks the silence. I walk up the worn path through the high weeds and climb the stacked cinder blocks steps of my trailer. The trailer is really old, but I've kept it up since I bought the land. The trailer came with the property for free. The previous owner had recommended I get it under insurance and burn it where it sat. Yea like I would set fire to a trailer in the middle of a wooded area composed mostly of pine trees. I stripped it down to its outer shell and rebuilt it back up. Even after all that it's not much to look at on the outside. Suites me I guess. I'm not much to look at on the outside either. My door opens without a key. I don't really keep anything worth stealing. I look back out into the 'yard', as I like to call it. The light from my front door illuminates the pieces of my old VW mud monster. A 1960s bug it little resembles what rolled off the assembly lines. It's been cut to pieces and has huge knobby tires on the back, which ride more beside than under the chopped finders. Grass stands three foot high around it. The engine sits on a tree stump covered in a tarp. Another thing on hold. Going to the fridge I grab out a six pack. I plop my butt down in my grand father's old rocking chair, a massive piece of furniture. I had needed to take out a big double window just to get the thing inside. It was worth the effort though. Like my grandpa and my dad before me I've slept many a night in it. The remote brings my old TV to life. Hell most people have cell phones with bigger screens now. I've seen the giant flat screen TVs when I go to Wally world, but I don't need all that crap. I only ever watch the news and then really just to see what the weathers going to be like. I don't need a fifty-inch TV to see bad news. I'm well into my third beer and almost half asleep when I hear a bike motor approaching. The sound a bike makes as it throttles down to turn into my drive is very distinctive. The lights wash across the window, then the throb of the bike dies. I don't bother to get up, anyone coming to see me knows to just walk in. When the door opens and I look up I could not be more surprised. Dixie unzips her jacket and lets it drop to my couch/bed. "Dixie?" She walks over to me without speaking. She leans down and slips off her shoes. The rocking chair goes forwards then back as she straddles my legs. She settles herself down across my thighs. She takes the half-finished beer and drinks down the last of it. "Jim." She says slowly. "I've never in all our years together even thought about cheating on Bill. Till tonight. Why did you kiss me?" I look up at Dixie, her freckle nose, hazel eyes, dishwater blond hair. I've seen far more beautiful women in my life, but few as sensual. My hands come to rest on her hips as my front foot starts to rock the both of us. "I don't know. I think I just finally had enough of Bill's drunken crap. Then you said what you said, I don't know." Dixie tilts her head to the side, her long hair falling into her eyes. I reach up and bush it back behind her ear. She leans her head into my hand. "So you do have an interest in me?" she asks softly. I drop my eyes to the growing bulge in my jeans. Slowly my gaze moves up across her stomach to her breasts. The splattering of freckles across the top run up to her delicate throat then fade only to reappear across her nose. Those sexy eyes catch mine demanding an answer to her question. "Yes. I've always thought you were sexy as hell." Slowly she nods. "Were you watching me tonight?" she asks playing with the buttons to my shirt. First one then another are fiddled open. "Yes and No. I did look up just cause you walked in, but yea I did take a look." She leans in then till our lips are almost touching. "I don't think all you wanted to do was look." As our lips meet my hands run up under her shirt and across her bare back. Her fingers digs into my hair. The violence of our lips sets the chair to rocking faster. I keep it going with my foot. Her hands come down my neck to my chest. Her fingers catch my shirt and with one hard pull my buttons go flying. Dixie leans back from me and smiles. "You really want to do this in a rocking chair?" she asks grinning at me. I run my hand up her belly till my fingers touch her bra. "Would be a first." She looks at me with a raised eyebrow for a second then with a shrug she reaches down and catches the bottom of her T-shirt. It goes over her head revealing a pale blue bra with an edge of darker blue lace. Leaning forward I place gentle kisses on the freckled tops, my lips flirting with the scratchy lace. I feel her face press into my hair her arms wrapping around my head. Looking down I see that the clasp to her bra is in the front between her breast. I lean back in my chair and catch the hook. I slowly peal away the blue cloth from her truly beautiful breasts. Her nipples are a pale pink and rise up from her freckles skin in cones. Each topped with a silver barbell through the tip. "I like the piercing." I tell her grinning. She smiles. "Thank you. Want a taste?" she lifts her breast up a bit in one hand. Her fingers pinch the nipple outwards towards me. I take the soft morsel into my mouth; my tongue swirls the metal across my teeth. I catch it between my teeth and pull her nipple out taunt from her. "Oh Jim, yes. Just like that." She whispers as I softly suck at her pink skin. Her body feels so soft under my hands as they roam from her hips up her bare back and around to her stomach. She holds me by my head and feed a nipple to my mouth. "Jim?" Turning her lose with reluctance I look up at her face. "Yea Dixie?" She slowly brushes my face. "I told Bill I was going to my Mom's. He called ... he called me a whore after you left. In front of all our friends." "I'm so sorry for that Dixie." I tell her truly. "I'm a lot of things, and I'm about to become a new one, an adulteress. I am not a whore!" her eyes blaze. "I'm sorry he called you that." Reaching up I cup her chin between my thumb and forefinger. "I've never thought of you that way." She smiles and nods. "I know. I don't think I love him anymore, Jim." "Then why are you with him? Y'all don't have any kids together. You bring in the majority of the money. Just pack up your stuff and leave." She sits silent for a few seconds or so then gives me a tired smile. "I need to think about it." She then grins. "But not right now." I nod agreement. She wiggles her way up off me and getting to her feet starts unbuttoning her pants. As they start to slide off her hips she looks up and stops. "You're over dressed for what were doing." Grinning I get up and let my shirt drop to the floor. I kick off my shoes as she's stepping out of her pants. As my jeans hit the floor I see her let her panties fall to her ankles. The tangle of light blond hair glistens in the light of my small TV. She gives me a skeptical grin and nods towards the rocking chair. I shrug. Moving over to her I take her naked body into my arms. Our lips meet in a hot wet kiss. My hands caressing her lower back and ass. Her nails rake my back lightly. Together we half stumble half fall onto my couch, her on top of me. I feel the leather of her jacket dig into me till I move it. Giggling we explore each other like we're teens, our hands, mouths and tongues teasing each other. My fingers twist her nipple piercing as I watch her sit up on me. A quick movement from her and I'm buried to the hilt in warm wet flesh. Her body engulfs the length of me in a tight liquid embrace. I put one foot on the floor and start to trust up into her. Dixie starts to roll her hips on top of me. I feel the slippery folds of her caressing the whole of me as I slip in and out just inches. "Oh god Jim, I could do this for hours." She tells me as she rides me slowly. Panting lightly I grin. "Sounds like a plan to me." The minutes pass slowly as our passion and lust builds with every thrust. Soon her cries and my moans are ringing off the thin walls of my trailer and out into the night. The slight distraction of the TV keeps me going right to the edge but not getting past. The sheets covering the couch are soon soaked in sweat and our breath is going in ragged gasps. Together we manage to turn over and I begin to drive myself into her as hard as I can. For a moment her leg comes up to rest on the back of the couch, but I catch her behind her knee and bring her leg up to my shoulder. I quickly have her bent like a pretzel up on herself. "Oh my god Jim! Yes Oh yes! Harder, oh fuck me harder! My toes dig into the couch cushions as I push against the arm of the couch. I feel her fingers digging into the skin of my shoulders as sweat falls from me onto her. With a howl I arch my back and drive myself into her, I feel her lift up to meet me and we slam almost painfully hard together. Her screaming moans join mine and we rock together till out cries of lust die off in gasps for air. I collapse onto her, our sweaty bodies moving slick against each other. I pump her for a few more thrusts even as I'm softening. I try to catch my breath in her hair and I feel her doing the same. She moves over a bit and I slide off her and down beside her. We hold each other as the last shudders of our passion dies out. "Oh Jim. That was so nice." She whispers against my chest. Holding her against me I just nod unable to talk. I hear her breathing settle into a soft sound as she drifts off to sleep in my arms and I quickly join her. I wake to the sound of a motorcycle engine cranking. Looking around I don't see her. Sitting up all I see is my scattered clothes not hers. Getting up I lift the shade and look out the window into the night. I see her taillight as it turns out my drive. Stumbling to my feet I walk to the bathroom and get rid of the beer I drank last night. The head of my cock almost hurts it's so sore. Staggering back through the living room I go to my fridge and get a glass of cold water. As I sip it I start to listen to the TV. The morning news has started. "... continuing coverage of the terrible events of last night. As reported earlier tonight sheriffs deputies were summoned to a house in the Woodland Hights distract after neighbors reported the sound of gunfire from the house. Sheriffs deputies reported finding four people apparently murdered in a vicious and brutal homicide." Looking at the TV the glass slips from my hand to drop and shatter on the tile floor. My bare feet are splattered with cold water and glass, but I do not notice. "Oh my god." I whisper. "At this time deputies will not comment on suspects, but they say they are at this moment following up on several leads." I look towards the window as I hear a car turn into my gravel driveway. Stepping around the broken glass I go look out the window. Three sheriff's deputies pull their cruisers into the driveway. "Holy fuck!" I grab up my pants from the floor. I'm just zipping them up when they knock on my door. When I open it there is a flashlight in my eyes. "Jim Pearson? We would like to ask you some questions." Says the one with the light. The two behind him have their hands resting on their holsters. I nod slowly "I imagine you do." Southern Comfort Ch. 02 A few weeks had passed since my encounter with Alison. I had gotten stuck into my busy, often exhausting schedule at work which left me with very little time to do much else but sleep and decorate. The graveyard shifts - 12 hour shifts starting early evening and ending early morning the following day - were commonplace among the new Seniour House Officers. If it wasn't for the excitement of having finally graduated, finding a job so soon and relocating to a different part of the country, I would most certainly have felt some sort of resentment. A lot had changed in such little time. I was now working ridiculous hours, paying my OWN bills, handling a mortgage, living in the big scary city of London and trying to make new friends. Gone were the days of partying up a storm and living off the bank of mummy and daddy. All this new-found responsibility at the age of 25 was a shock to my system. I was still getting familiar with my environment, getting to know my colleagues at work who seemed hell-bent on getting blind-drunk every weekend without fail. I had heard that this was common amongst medics due to the heavy pressures placed on them from the nature of their work but I never imagined it would be this crazy. How they managed to carry out their duties so professionally the morning after the night before never ceased to amaze me. The house was now looking so much better, much more of a home than just a house, now neatly littered with a few personal items - pictures, a bookshelf or my mini library as I liked to call it although I had very little time to indulge in one of my favourite pasttimes of getting completely lost in a good book - and a few others. More paintings hung on the walls, a little more furniture. I had quickly come to realise that London, even at it's best, was a very cold and at times unfriendly place so I was trying desperately to create some sort of warmth in my home, a haven to come home to after a hard day's work. I missed my friends and folks back in York desperately and spoke to them whenever I could. I had finally heard from Toby, the poor excuse for a boyfriend I had left behind, about a week afer I moved into the new house. I had foolishly expected him to be apologetic and beg for forgiveness which I would have given him quite readily despite his thoughtless and stupid behaviour. I mean, he had been such a big part of my life for such a long time that letting go would not be easy. I had loved this guy from the very depths of my soul. He saw me at my best and worst. He knew how to make me laugh, feel special, feel happy. But for the past few months all he seemed to be able to do was make me cry. During this unexpected phonecall Toby proceeded to tell me just how much he despised me for what I had done (leaving him behind to pursue my career). God, I never knew it was such a crime to have ambition. He then decided I should know that he was now living with Sally. Sally who? Sally, Sally....not the same sally from the Baker's Arms pub down the road from our old flat surely? I almost considered her a friend. Although I was trying to put on a brave face and show him that I really didn't care, I became more and more incensed by the things he was telling me, even though I knew they had probably been carefully designed to hurt me. ''Well you can go fuck yourself you bastard!'' were my final words to that arsehole when I couldn't stand any more of the crap coming out of his mouth. I cut the call and resolved that I had shed my last tear and would never to speak to him again. Don't for one second think that I had forgotten about Alison. Oh no, no way. Alison was ALL that I could think about since 'that' day. I couldn't get her out of my head. I had become consumed with my thoughts about this woman. A familiar warmth spread across my nether regions every time I thought about her. Every now and then, I thought I could still feel the silky touch of her hands, her lips and her tongue lingering all over my body. On the warmest day, even my nipples would burgeon and stand erect, remembering all the attention she had administered to them on 'that' day. That blissful day. Once the euphoria and excitement of being with a woman for the first time had passed, I began to wonder what I must have been thinking at the time. It just wasn't something that I would do...was it? Sure, I had admired other girls before. I had even had fleeting thoughts of what it would be like to kiss or be intimate with another woman but never would I have had the guts to actually do anything to find out. Not likely. What could it possibly mean? I knew I wasn't a lesbian, that was for sure so why had I given myself up so freely and easily to a complete stranger? And a woman at that. Perhaps there was a side to me, my sexuality, that had lain undiscovered and unexplored for all these years. Or was it something I had chosen to ignore? Toby had been very much a man's man, a macho man if you like and so domineering. He thought gays and lesbians were abhorrent, scum of the earth and would never have conceded the idea of myself being with another woman. Maybe I had concealed my thoughts for that reason. Or maybe she had just caught me at my most vulnerable. Yes, that must be it...I was just seeking comfort, just a silly moment that should never have happened. So then why the hell had I enjoyed it so damn much and was left craving more? Why was I fantasising about this beautiful stranger all the time? Oh heck I was as confused and embarrassed as ever. The last time I felt like this was when I was about 15 and agonising about whether my crush Josh fancied me as much as I fancied him. I felt like a schoolgirl just then. The fact that I had not heard from Alison in all this time just made me feel worse about the whole thing. Perhaps it was just a silly moment for her too or was it all part of some kind of sick game for her and her and Mark and their 'open' relationship. But her obvious concern that night she knocked on my door and the note she left me the next morning partly reassured me that was not the case. I guessed she had decided to leave the ball in my court. Well I would have to speak to her sometime soon, if only just to clear my fuzzy head a little. This coming Friday would be the day, I decided. I had a rare weekend off from work. I would simply call her on the number she had left for me on her parting note, invite her out for a few drinks and a chat and that would be the end of it. And so I did - call Alison. I nervously dialled her number and waited for what seemed like a neverending sequence of rings before a familiar voice rang in my ear. ''Hello?'' Oh God, my heart was pounding. ''Uhmm hi, it's uhmm...it's me, it's Jo.'' I stuttered like a fool. ''Hey hun!!! Gosh, been a while. I was starting to think I'd never hear from you again.'' She chuckled. ''You alright?'' ''Oh uhmm yeah yeah I'm fine, absolutely fine and look I'm sorry I haven't been in touch, I've just been really busy. You...you're not upset or anything are you? I meant to call but I...'' Why was I so bloody nervous?! ''Hey look it's ok, I understand.'' She cut me off before I could finish what I was saying. ''What have you been up to then?'' She asked with an inquisitive tone. ''Sorry to bore you but it's all been work work work lately. I think I need to let my hair down a little before I go insane.'' I heard her chuckle once again. ''Listen, are you free for drinks Friday?'' I asked nervously. ''Friday, Friday...yep I'm all yours. There's a really good wine bar I can take you to. Shall I pick you up about 6-ish?'' ''Uhmm alright then yeah, see you then.'' And with a brief goodbye, we hung up. I felt more and more nervous as Friday slowly arrived. What would I say to her? Would things feel awkward? When I arrived home after work that Friday, I entered the house, dumped my bags, kicked off my shoes and rushed to the bathroom peeling off my clothes as I went. I jumped in the shower and cleansed my body from head to toe of all the day's hard work and sweat. A feeling of anticipation washed over me as I climbed out and dried myself, making my way to the bedroom. I brushed it off as nothing more than nerves. I picked out a casual outfit of skinny stonewashed jeans, chocolate brown stiletto heeled boots worn over my jeans and a pretty, floral top cut just low enough to give wandering eyes a sample of my ample breasts. I chose not to wear a bra simply because the thick straps would show under the delicate straps of my top. I applied some make-up and teased my long dark hair into gentle curls, letting it fall around my chest, shoulders and upper back. I grabbed a light jacket and sat on the edge of the bed chewing my lip, almost rehearsing what I would say when I met the woman who had basically seduced me a few weeks before. And not against my will either. I didn't have long to practise as I heard the doorbell ring. I literally jumped up and ran to the door, pulling it open to find Alison standing there just as I remembered her only this time a hell of a lot...sexier. Her gorgeous auburn hair was sleeked into an up-do secured with a clip. Her eye-shadow complimented her beautiful green eyes and her figure-hugging green and black dress accentuated her few curves. Her perfectly painted lips curved and twisted into that familiar welcoming smile. Could I really be attracted to this beautiful picture that stood before me? Hell, it would have been hard not to with her looking that good. She greeted me with a loud kiss on each cheek and open arms, proclaiming how much she loved my outfit. Her eyes sparkled as they drank in every last drop of me. Waiting outside was a metallic silver BMW Z8, stylish and sexy just like it's owner. We jumped in like a couple of giggling schoolgirls, chattering mindlessly about nothing and everything as we zoomed off to our destination, The Living Room, a classy wine bar in the city with a live band playing a mixture of old classics and popular new ones. Finding a cosy brown leather couch in a corner to sup our drinks in, we started on the first round of the night. She had decided against drinking alcohol as she would be driving later on and so restricted herself to red bulls and juice. I was feeling a little more relaxed by that point though still a little fidgety from my nerves. Alison must have realised this as she instantly put me to ease, recounting hilarious stories of mishaps that she'd encountered, disastrous relationships...by the first hour I was fully relaxed. As the wine and conversation flowed, interrupted only by moments stolen to enjoy the music and bustling scenery, or to get up and dance. I asked about Mark and got a reply about how they were no longer an item although I never got a full explanation why and I never asked. I barely noticed as our bodies moved closer and closer on the couch as the music got louder and louder and the crowd thickened. Her left arm rested behind my head and across my left shoulder almost beckoning me to move closer still, her soft hand occasionally stroking my back, her other hand would place itself across my knee or thigh when she wanted to articulate a certain point. If only she knew the effect she was having on me. Or was it the alcohol? Whatever it was, I was just enjoying being with her. We were almost breast to breast, knee to knee and could easily have been mistaken for a couple on a first date. Feelings of anticipation washed over me again though this time I knew it was nothing to do with being nervous. I'm not even sure she was aware of her actions but at that moment, they seemed so natural. The alcohol had not affected my train of thought just yet and I was still trying to figure out how to bring up the subject of 'that' day. This place wasn't my ideal choice to broach such a topic simply because everything was so loud. Somewhat at a loss for words, I rested my head on the back of the couch, trapping Alison's arm between it and my neck. Alison appeared to come to my rescue as she scooted up closer to me and whispered barely audibly in my ear. ''Let's go.'' It was all I needed to hear. We finished off our drinks, retrieved our jackets and made our way to the exit, pushing past the heaving crowd as we did so. The time was now quickly approaching midnight and the night air was chilly, instantly sending goosebumps all over my skin. My nipples also tensed and became pronounced as they always did when I was cold, or more recently whenever I remembered what Alison had done to me. As we shivered our way down the busy street towards the car, Alison suddenly darted into a dark alleyway, deserted but for a few empty beer cans and litter, pulling me along behind her. ''Where are you goi...'' I wasn't allowed to finish as she slammed me against a wall, grabbing both my arms, her breath heavy and warm against my cheeks. She crushed her lips against mine, kissing me with a fervour I had never experienced before. Not even with Toby. I let out a throaty muffled moan of shock/protest but she ignored me. She wrapped her right arm around my waist, cupped the back of my neck with her left hand and pulled me close to her, our breasts greeting, more intimately this time, as they had done earlier that night. I made a feeble attempt to break our sudden attachment, not sure if this was what I really wanted. I gently pushed against her and dug my teeth into her lower lip, enough to cause pain but not hard enough to draw blood. It only seemed to spur her on even more because she winced slightly and held me even tighter against her, probing my mouth further. I soon gave up my futile resistance and let her have her way. If I really wanted to, I knew I could make her stop, but instead I did nothing. When she finally let me go it was not because she had tired of me but because of the increasingly large mostly drunken male audience that had gathered at the entrance of the alleyway whooping and cheering at the free show that was playing itself out before them. Alison grabbed me once more and we raced our way back to the car and headed home. Not a word was spoken as we drove though the quiet streets. The silence would have been deafening if not for the gentle hum of the engine and the soft music coming from the car stereo. I glanced at her a few times, watching her lips move along with the music, wondering what she was thinking and more importantly what other surprises she had in store for me that night. Something told me she wasn't done with me just yet. I drifted into a light sleep. I awoke when the car came to a halt and the music was turned off. ''Home sweet home.'' Alison chirped. I let myself out of the car and we walked up to her door. She unlocked it and we made our way to the living room, discarding our belongings in the hallway. I collapsed on the large plush sofa in her living room, the bright lights above my head waking me out of my sleepy state. I hadn't noticed just how plush and luxuriously decorated Alison's place was until that night. The last time I was there, the mass of bodies had prevented me from being able to fully appreciate it but now I could in all it's splendour. Alison strolled over and took a seat beside me. We reminisced over the night's events, laughing at the cheesy passes made at us by drunken guys, making fun of each other's dance moves. Then came the uncomfortable silence. And out of the blue: ''Jo, listen. I'm sorry I came across the way I did tonight. I've been really stupid.'' She waited for confirmation that she could carry on. My gentle nod gave her this. ''It's just that I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the last time we were together and...I guess I got a little bit too carried away.'' She smiled sheepishly like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, waiting for my response. Now she looked as nervous as I had been earlier. ''Alison I've been meaning to talk to you for a while about...stuff, you know, what happened last time.'' I started. ''Look sweetie I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have been so stupid to pull a stunt like that. It's a weakness of mine, I'm so used to running my business exactly the way I want it and have my staff do what I say all the time that I start to think the same applies to everything and everyone else - I think I can have it all my way. I took advantage when you were almost defenceless. I hope I haven't upset you.'' ''No please don't apologise.'' I paused and took a deep breath summoning more courage to say what had been on my mind for so long, astonished that the woman who had been so brazen and forceful a few moments ago was now showing me her vulnerability in all it's awkwardness. ''What happened last time has never happened to me before. At first I thought it was just a silly encounter but just like you, I've been thinking about it ever since.'' The look on her face told me what I was saying was giving her some reassurance. ''I'm not ashamed to say that it was one of the best things that has ever happened to me.'' I could not believe how forward and honest I was being with all this. Must have been the dutch courage from all those drinks! I explained to her that I had been left feeling confused by what had taken place, although I had enjoyed every last minute of it. She hugged me close. ''Jo, I'm happy to hear you say this but I want you to understand that never again will I force myself on you like that.'' Another long silence. ''Not unless you want me to.'' Our bodies danced against each others as we both laughed. She planted a soft, audible kiss on my cheek. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, each not wanting to let go. What happened next was a surprise to both of us as i moved my head to the side, searching for her lips, breathing in her sweet perfume as my nose brushed against her neck. My lips found hers and I began a delicious caress, exploring every corner of her beautiful mouth as I kissed her, slowly, deliberately. She tasted sweet. Alison pulled away, catching her breath. Her lipstick had long since become smeared in a coral pink haze across her lips but she still looked beautiful. ''Do you want to go home?'' She asked, her way of asking me if I was willing to spend the nigh with her. Another gentle kiss planted squarely on her delicious lips gave her the answer she wanted. She pulled away again, standing up and leading me to another part of the house. She led me to her bathroom, just as plush as the living room. She now became the attacker and planted wet kissed along my neck, holding my hair out of the way with one hand, the other undressing me, undoing the first two buttons on my top effortlessly but struggled with the last one so I came to her aid, undoing it myself releasing my heaving breasts in the process. They came bounding out and jiggled to a rest across my chest. She delighted in the bountiful gifts I had just presented to her as she moistened her lips in antcipation. She cupped my left breast with both hands, gently moulding the soft flesh between her fingers, watching as my nipple danced around the middle of my breast, almost salivating at the sight. I watched as she brought her lips close to my nipple, so close that I could feel her breath. She reached out her glistening tongue until it was barely a millimetre away from my turgid bud. My breath quickened and shallowed as I remembered the intense pleasure her lips had delivered to my breasts the first time. She looked up at me and gave me a devilish smile, waving an index finger in front of my face. ''Uh-uh-uh, not yet. I'll save these for later, but first...'' She released my breast and resumed her kisses and undressing, this time focusing on my stubborn jeans which, with a little pulling and tugging, fell to my ankles followed by my thongs. I slid them off my feet. She rained kisses all the way from my neck down to my feet and all the way back again, letting her hands slide over and firmly press the flesh of my buttocks. Alison stood back and her eyes again drank in my nakedness, her usually pale skin now flushed with obvious excitement.