16 comments/ 52073 views/ 7 favorites Callgirl Ch. 01 By: krmcm Special thanks to Moonflower1980 for editoring assistance ***** Chapter 1 – How I met her It was 6 years ago. I was a 20 year old engineering student at the college and my wife-to-be was studying sociology at the same university – which I learned after I met her. I was seeing her occasionally around the campus. She was very attractive and usually wearing sexy clothes, revealing the secrets of her Monica Belluci-like body. I was wondering whether she was a model. I admired her but I did not think for even a second that I had a chance with her, although when I saw her she was usually alone. Simply, she was too beautiful for me. But one day, destiny crossed our paths. On that particular evening, there was a flamenco show performed by a student club at the campus. I could not find anyone to go with me, so I went alone. The hall was not very big and therefore it was almost full. The seat next to me was empty. The show began a little late and after five minutes, someone sat quietly on the empty seat next to me. Then she whispered: "Did I miss much?" It was her. I was very surprised and happy as well. This was the first thing that she said to me. I smiled and responded. "They've just begun." She smiled back and leaned against her seat. We watched the show until the break. During the 10 minute interval, we chatted a little. I was uneasy at the beginning, because I was talking to my dream girl, but soon I relaxed since she was very friendly and modest, which I wasn't expecting. During the conversation, I realized that, she wasn't just a Barbie, she also was very intellectual and we had many things in common. She liked music and singing. She said she also wanted to play piano or guitar but could not find time. I was also interested in music and I played guitar. That was the common thing which brought us together soon. After the concert, we said good bye to each other and went to our separate ways. I was feeling very happy, charmed but still hopeless. ****** One day, while I was eating lunch at the cafeteria with my friends, I saw her. She was looking for a table to sit. Then she saw me too and I invited her to our table. "Hi", she said smiling. I greeted her back and she sat next to me. I introduced my friends to her. Then she introduced herself. "And my name is Rebecca." So I learned her name. We started chatting but shortly, my friends and I had to leave for a lesson. While we were leaving, I don't know what came to my mind but I suddenly asked her: "You know, Juan Martin will be in this city next week to perform. Would you like to go with me?" She hesitated first but then said: "Sure, why not?" "Ok then, I'll get the tickets and call ya", I said, expecting her to give me her number. She laughed and then wrote her number on a napkin. While handing me that, she asked: "And your name?" "Ethan", I said. "See you then, Ethan". My dreams were gonna be real, I thought. ******** The concert was the start of our friendship. It was fun to be with her. Later, we went to other concerts, movies, theatres and we sang together on isolated places at the campus. She liked to sing while I was playing guitar. Within a few months, we became very good friends and shared a lot. Chatting with her was just exciting. She had a first class conception of art. She had a lot of money. While I was living at the dorm, she was living alone in an apartment. She had her own car. On the other hand, I had to spend my money very carefully. She said, she was working at an agency, doing some modeling jobs. Sometimes she would cancel the events we planned or sometimes she was leaving early for job. Although I've never seen any photos of her modeling, I never suspected anything. As time passed, we spent more and more time together and I fell in love with her. But, despite my efforts to approach her, she always kept her distance. She did not have a boyfriend, as she told me, but not many friends either. She treated me just as a good friend. Because of that distance, I did not have the guts to confess my love. But with time, my love turned into something very deep and I said to myself, "Whatever happens, happens. I'll do that". We were at a bar, I was drinking a lot in for courage. "There's something weird with you, today." she said. I took a sip from my vodka and said: "Rebecca, I have to tell you something" She looked into my eyes and said. "Oh, don't." "I have to." "Well", she sighed. "Let me tell you something first. You are a very nice person. You know, you are my only friend around. The last thing I want is to spoil this friendship." 'Damn, the same friendship shit', I thought while she kept talking. "I don't want to hide any secrets from you, Ethan. And now, I understand that, it's time to tell the truth. I really don't want to lose you, but you are the one, who'll make this decision. Whatever you choose, I respect, even if it is bitter for me." "What's the problem?" I asked. She sighed again and told at a once: "Ethan, I'm a call girl." I was shocked, devastated, speechless. The goddess I loved had just told me that she was a whore. I sat there quietly, maybe five minutes. I did not know what to say. She didn't speak either. Then I just stood up and left her there. ********* We did not talk for a whole week. Actually, we saw each other at the school but pretended not to know each other. I was very angry at first but then realized that, I didn't have the right to judge her because of the life she had chosen. She did not owe me any responsibility and after all she was a good friend. I should have accepted her the way she was. What a bastard I was. Then I called her, as if nothing happened. "Ethan?" she said surprised. "Hi, Rebecca. How you doing?" "Oh, I'm doing well. How bout you?" "I'm fine. Just a quick question. Do you wanna go to see a movie this Saturday?" She was confused. "Well.... I'll be busy on Saturday." "Oh, really?" "This is the sign that I lost her", I thought. But she said: "How about Sunday?" Oh thank God! "Oh, yes... Fine... Fine with me." After an awkward silence I continued. "I'll call you then." "Ok. See you on Sunday." "All right. Bye!" She was busy on Saturday. I knew by then what she meant. But she'd be with me on Sunday and that was the only thing that mattered to me. ******** After that Sunday, everything went on like before the day she made her confession. We never talked about that subject again. When the summer holiday came, I was not sure whether our friendship would continue on return or not. Once or twice a week, we chatted via phone. I tried to suppress my love for her but it got even worse and turned out to be an obsession. I missed her a lot. Then a wild idea came to my mind. I needed money for that, so I found a temporary job at a local pub. I was playing guitar and singing for 3-4 hours a night. It was exhausting but it was worth. So the summer passed and I returned to the college for my last year. When I first saw her again, she was even more beautiful. Things went on as usual for a few weeks and I was waiting for an opportunity to talk to her about my crazy idea. So on one Saturday night, again at a pub while drinking, I suddenly asked her about the job. This was the first time we had talked about it. "So, why are you doing this job?" She was not expecting this question. She seemed a little nervous. "I'm sorry." I said. "I did not want to upset you. I just..." "Don't worry, Ethan." she said. "Well, I knew this day would come. I understand your curiosity. And after all, you deserve to know everything about me." "If you don't want to answer..." "No, no, it's ok. The answer is..." She hesitated a moment and went on: "Money, first of all". "Well, of course money, but you know, you could find another job." "This is a good job." she replied "So... you like your job?" "Yes.", she said, "it's easy, fun and I earn a lot." "Really?" I asked. I took a sip from my vodka. "How much you get?" "It depends; I usually get $250 for an hour." "That's a lot." "I've got rich customers." She grinned. I thought that it was the right time. "Rebecca. I know that you are aware of my interest in you." She nodded. "And you see me just as a friend, am I right?" She smiled and said. "I don't want to make you feel sad." "And me neither. But the only thing that I want to do in this world is to be with you." "Ethan, please." "Just for a day, I wanna suspend our friendship and become your customer." She just froze. "I.... I just can't stop thinking about you", I said. "Please tell me that you understand me." "I don't know what to say." "I promise, nothing will change after that day. We'll go to concerts, movies, sing together, talk about art, politics...like before. But I desperately need you." She thoughtfully lit a cigarette. "Is that what you really want?", she asked. "More than everything", I said. Than she changed her attitude, as if she doesn't care about our friendship. Later, she confessed that she had been angry at me. She thought that I wasn't any different from other men and she also thought that our friendship would be over soon. On the other hand, she thought that she owed me. "Do you have money?" she asked. "I do" I answered. "I worked a whole summer just for this." She seemed surprised to hear that. "Well, business is business. But I don't work like that. You have to talk to Ian." "Who's Ian?" "My manager." she said. "Talk to him, reach an agreement and get a fancy hotel room." "So you are ok with this", I said happily. "If Ian is ok, I'm ok, too." "Well, how do I talk to him?" She deeply inhaled the smoke, reached into her purse, got her cellphone out and called someone. "Ian, someone wants to talk to you". She offered the phone to me. "Hi", I said. "Who the hell are you?" said the voice. "I... I'm just a customer. I want to, well...." "Give April the phone!", he commanded. "April?" I asked. "That's me" said Rebecca. I was confused but gave the phone to her. "What?" she asked. "Don't worry, Ian, he's safe.... Of course he is not... Yes, I'm sure." She gave the phone to me again and said. "He thinks you're a cop." "Do you want April?" asked Ian. "Yes, I do." "She's an expensive bitch, you know." "Yep." "Do you want a nightstand or just an hour?" "Depends. How much is a nightstand?" "$1.500..." "Oh... How bout an hour?" "300 for the girl and a 100 for me. If you wanna tip, you're welcome to." "Well... how about $250 in total?" He suddenly hung up. I was puzzled. "He doesn't negotiate", said Rebecca. I called him again. "300 for the girl, 200 for me", said Ian. "Ok", I said. "Let me talk to April." I offered the cell phone to Rebecca. Ian said something to her and she said "Ok", then hung up. "Ok, let's go", she said. "Now?" I asked. She said nothing but started to pick up her things. ************* She was showering and I was naked in the bed under the sheets, waiting for her. Then the water sound stopped and soon, she appeared at the door in a robe. She was incredibly hot. She looked into my eyes and opened the robe. There she was, as I always dreamed, naked. Her wonderful, well rounded tits with incredibly erect nipples were the best I had ever seen. Her body was well proportioned. Her pussy was cleanly shaved and glistening. I was in a highly aroused state. My heart was pounding like hell. She slowly walked towards the bed and took the robe completely off. She gently lay down under the sheets near me. I touched her cheek with the tips of my fingers. Her skin was as smooth as silk. "This is the best moment of my life, Rebecca." I said. "It's April", she said. She came closer. Her tits touched my chest. Then she started to kiss me on my lips. It tasted like fresh strawberry. I reached to her long, blond, curly, hair and kissed her back. Then, she started to go to the lower parts of my body. "Easy, easy." I said. "I want this moment last longer." She kissed me again on my lips. I hugged her. While kissing, I gently started to fondle her back. With my other hand, I was stroking her hair. She was doing the same to me. It went on like this for about ten minutes. Gradually, she lowered her hand to my dick. "Please.", I said. "Please stay like this." "No", she said. "You are not making love to Rebecca. You are fucking April." She lowered her head and started kissing my belly. Then she reached my dick and started licking. It was a wonderful feeling but I would have preferred to kiss and hug her. Anyway, she continued sucking. I was in ecstasy. Then, I started touching her breasts. I moved my fingertips around her nipples and then pinched them. She was panting. "Condom", she said. "I don't have one", I answered. "You are going to fuck a whore and you don't have a condom? You silly...." She stood up, found her purse and took out a condom. She opened it and slowly wrapped it around my dick. She rose and sat on my lap. Her pussy lips were on the tip of my dick. I lifted my head and started to french kiss her. While we were kissing, she lowered herself on to me inch by inch. This hot, wet hole was like a new world to me. She was moving her hips and we fucked like that a little. Then I mounted her in missionary style. I went faster and faster. "Talk to me!", she said. "Oh, Reb... April! You are wonderful." "Talk dirty, you bitch." "Oh." "Do you like fucking me?" "Yes. I love fucking you." "Fuck your whore like an animal." "Oh, yeah." "Fuck me hard!" "You dirty cunt." I yelled and came. She reached down and squeezed my balls. "Yes, like that", she said. "Cum in me. Cum in your filthy bitch!" I panted and collapsed in her arms. This was the first time I made love to my wife: a whore, customer relationship. ***** We lay there like that for a moment. Then I hugged her again and stroked her hair. Her eyes were closed. She put her head on my chest. I still had half an hour. We lay there in silence for a long time. I reached to her lips and kissed her. I looked into her eyes and said: "I love you." Nervously she looked at the clock on the wall and said. "Your time is over." She stood up, showing me her wonderful hips, and went to shower. Soon, we both dressed. "Can I have the money, now?" she asked. "Ok.", I said and reached for my wallet. While I gave her the money, I thanked her. When she saw the expression on my face, she asked. "Why are you sad?" "This moment won't come back." I said. She kissed me on the cheek and left the room. ****** Next: Chapter 2 – Dating... Callgirl Ch. 02 Special thanks to GeekAngel for her kind support ******************** Next Monday, early morning I went to the cafeteria, where we ate our breakfast most mornings together. I was afraid, that I wouldn't be able to find her, but she was there. The table was ready and she was waiting for me. This sight relieved me. Our friendship was not over. We chatted about daily things. Then I asked, "Are you gonna stay this evening at the campus after lessons?" "No, I have a customer tonight." she said. This sentence was expressing the only thing that changed after that night. Her "job" wasn't a taboo discussion topic anymore. She no longer would say that she's busy, now she always mentioned her "customers". Most of her customers were businessmen. Sometimes, she was going on business trips with them, where she could earn extra money. She had some steady customers, as well as one time jobs. She never went to their homes or accepted low class hotel rooms. On the pill but never fucking without condom, she was in fact a first class whore. She told me about Ian, too. He was running an escort service and was working with 5-6 different girls. He had his "connections". "He might seem rude but he's a good person inside." she said. ******* Time passed and cold winter days came. On this particular day, I didn't see her at school. I wasn't worried though, because sometimes she was out for a customer. However that afternoon, she called me. "Oh, hi Rebecca." "Hi, Ethan" "Your sound is a little strange. Are you sick?" "Yes" she paused, "I got terrible flu. I feel miserable and I can't reach that damn Ian. I need someone here. Can you...can you please come over to help me?" That day was the first time I'd been to her place. It was a small but a very high luxury apartment. Rebecca was a real mess. I insisted she call a doctor but she refused. So I cooked her some soup, helped her to eat it and bought some medications. When she fell asleep, I called my friends to tell them I would't be able to stay at the dorm that night. I stayed there that night instead, and slept very little on the couch till morning. Next morning I prepared a breakfast for her and woke her up. "You're still here?" she asked. "How could I leave you like this?" "I can't thank you enough, Ethan. You are an unbelievable man. You make me feel so safe." I didn't go to school that day, and stayed there to help her. "I really want to love you Ethan...but I must not." she said. "Why?" I asked. "You know why... You know my life... You know that I can't change my life...It's just the way that I am." "Rebecca... I love you the way you are. I don't want you to change your life. The only thing matters for me is being with you." This was the conversation about us. At that time, I was not aware that the last thing I said to her was going to drag me into an extraordinary life. ****** Next day at the school, we were walking hand in hand. Next week, we were flirting and kissing each other at the secret places around the campus. She didn't want anyone to know about our relationship just yet. Anyway, during that time, I felt that she was falling deep in love with me, as I was with her. I was living a dream. "I have fear for our future." she said. "I fear that someday your love will end, you'll walk away." "I'll never quit loving you.", I said and hugged her, I could feel her fear. "I'll never leave you... No matter what happens!" At the end of that week, on Friday night, she invited me to her apartment. With a bouquet of red roses in hand, I rang the door bell. She opened the door with a red, super sexy mini dress. My jaw dropped. I had never seen her looking so beautiful. "Welcome." she said. "Rebecca...You look like an angel!" I complimented. She smiled, "Thanks." She then took the roses, smelled them. "These are very beautiful. Thank you very much." "Not even close to your beauty." I said and kissed her on the lips. She offered me a glass of wine and we sat together on the sofa. After a little chat, we started kissing. One of my hands was on her hair and my other hand was fondling her legs. Slowly, I moved higher and found her buttocks, while kissing her neck. She was hugging me and panting. "You are my dream." I whispered. "I love you." she said for the first time, it was sweet music to my ears. I moved my head down and started kissing her cleavage as I moved back and unbuttoned the back of her dress. It fell from her shoulders and her nude breasts came into view. I kissed them and sucked her nipples. She moaned and reached for my dick. She unzipped my pants, taking out my dick out and fondling it. A few minutes later, I held her by the waist and laid her back on the couch. Then I stripped the hem of her dress and fondled her panty covered pussy. Slowly I removed her panties and put my face between her legs. I could smell the scent of her pussy and started to lick her clit. It was delicious. She was in deep ecstasy. "Oh yes, right there!" she cooed. While I was sucking her clit, I was also pinching her nipples with my fingers. Soon, she started shaking, moaning and screaming. "I'm cumming... Yes... Oh yes...I'm cumming!" As her orgasm slowly subsided, she held me by my face and kissed me deeply. As I embraced her, she reached for my dick and put it to the entrance of her pussy. "Let me get a condom" I said. "No... No need..." Then I slowly pushed in. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I started pumping in and out. "Do you love me?" she asked. "Rebecca, I love you more than anything." She placed a little kiss on my lips. "I love you, too" she said and kissed me again as her tongue slid into my mouth. That night, we made love over and over again till morning. ********** With each day passing, my love grew deeper. I was thinking that I could not live without her. She also was showing her love for me, but she did not show any intention of quitting her job, and I could not ask her to. She was spending a few nights a week with her customers and sometimes was going to trips with them. And sometimes I was staying at her place for a little one on one intimacy. Then she invited me to her apartment for upcoming Valentine's day. It would a special day for us, our first Valentine's day together. She asked me to bring my guitar. We'd planned a long night... In short, I showered, shaved, put on a nice lotion and my best outfit, bought a single red rose for her and went to her apartment. She greeted me with the same dress from our first night together. Her perfume was very impulsive. I kissed her deeply at the door. Inside, she had prepared a nice dinner, with candles on the table. There was a wine bottle in an ice bucket. Everything was perfect for a romantic evening. Time went on, we ate, drank, chatted, laughed, played guitar, sang and so on. It was a few hours past midnight and we were preparing to go to bed for a sensational finish of this delightful night. However, the door bell quickly ruined our plans. It was followed by a series of loud knocks on the door. "Oh no.." Rebecca said, fear rising in her tone. "What the hell?!" She looked through the peephole and then turned to me with a desperate look in her eyes. She then opened the door and a burly man emerged from threshold. "Hi, sexy." he said and stepped into the hallway. That's when he saw me. Puzzled, we just stared at each other. "Ian, this is Ethan. Ethan, meet Ian." said Rebecca. "Oooh.." said Ian. "So, it's him...". "So, it's you.." I said. He approached me and offered his hand. While shaking hands, he said, "I really wanted to know the man, who was looking after our delicious little April, when I'm away. Nice to meet you, man." "I'm glad to meet you too Ian." Rebecca had not mentioned anything to him about our relationship yet. She was unsure how he'd react. He looked over the room, saw the guitar and said, "So you're entertaining yourself on a cold winter night, huh?" He walked in, took the half full glass of wine in his hand from the table and drank it down. He was already obviously drunk. "So, what are you doing here, Ian?" asked Rebecca. He laughed hysterically. "Well...I was around and... You see... I'm not sober enough to find my house and it's cold outside. I thought my sweet April could host me tonight." He sat on the couch. "Come here, April. Sit down." Rebecca looked at me with an apologizing expression on her face and then sat next to him. I sat on the other seat. "Nice dress!" he said to Rebecca and put his hand on her knee. She said nothing. Then Ian started talking to me. He was talking about himself, asking me questions, then started talking about silly things, telling jokes, going on and on. Meanwhile, his hand was moving higher and higher up Rebecca's leg. She didn't make any effort to stop him. Then, he put his left hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer. Rebecca crossed her legs and Ian put his other hand back on her leg. He was still talking but while I was answering his questions, he was sniffing her hair. Suddenly, after a deep inhale, he turned to me and said, "The odor of this bitch always turns me on!" He then turned to her. "Let's go to bed." I was shocked and Rebecca had a puzzled look on her face. "Ian!" she whispered apologetically. "What?" he said. "Don't worry about him, he'll be fine." He kissed her on the lips. At first, she seemed to be resisting but then she kissed him back. It was a long, deep French kiss. Meanwhile, he was grabbing her hips. "Come on!", he said while standing up. He held her hand and they walked into her bedroom. Shortly after, Rebecca came back with a blanket. She gave it to me without saying a word and went back to the bedroom. I didn't know what to think. She closed the door and I was left alone, sitting on the same seat and just staring at the bedroom door. I had mixed emotions; anger, jealousy, desperation. A few minutes later, I could hear Ian's voice as it raised. "Yesss, that's it!" He was groaning. There was a slurping sound. Clearly, she was giving him a head. Ian was murmuring but I could catch a few words. "You are a pro...A first class bitch." he said, "Ok, that's enough... Let's fuck!.... Where's the damn rubber?" Soon, the squeaking sounds started. Ian was fucking my girlfriend, just a few feet away from where I sat. I was wondering what she was thinking now. Was she enjoying it, was she really having fun? When I heard her moaning, my questions were answered. The sounds became louder and louder. Now they were yelling. "Do you like my big cock?" "I love your huge cock." she yelled. "Fuck me, fuck me hard with your baseball bat." Besides all my anger and jealousy, I felt incredibly aroused. I took my dick out and started jerking off. Rebecca wasn't sounding bashful or trying to lower her voice. "It belongs to you... Fuck my dirty cunt!" "Turn around!" said Ian. "Get on fours... I wanna fuck you doggy style." Seconds later, I heard Rebecca screaming out in pleasure. "Yesssss! Deeper.. Yes... Fuck me!!!" The squeaky sound were higher now. I even could hear the slapping sound of his balls on her ass. I found a napkin and quickly came in it. They were still fucking. After my orgasm, I felt guilty inside for jerking off to the assault of my beloved. Then I heard Ian roaring and the sounds stopped. I removed my clothes and tried to sleep on the couch. During the night, they fucked a few more times, while I was trying to close my ears. I woke up early in the morning and quietly left her apartment. She called me around noon. She said that she was at school and wanted to see me. So, we met at our secret place on the campus. "I really didn't want that happen, but that's the way it is. I can't change anything." said Rebecca her eyes full with tears. "I'm sorry, Ethan, I'm really sorry. You know, I love you. You are the most important thing in my life. Nothing in the world can change this fact. But if you wanna leave now...I will..." I interrupted her with a deep kiss to answer her question and from that moment forward we never spoke of it again. Callgirl Ch. 03 Special thanks to lanilee for the editoring assistance. ***** Chapter 3 – Before The Wedding Everything went the same for the next three weeks. We were dating and spending wonderful time together. I was sure that she was the one... My soul mate. Better than that, she felt the same way. On the other hand, she kept doing her job. During our regular conversations about everyday life, I realized that she wasn't doing this job just for money. It was far from that. She was living her liberty, expressing her independent soul. It was a rebel against the moral norms of the society. Like she said, that was the way she was. Sex and love were different things for her. I pretended to respect that so not to spoil this magic. I tried to shut my eyes, close my ears for fear of losing her. To comfort myself, I kept saying "As long as she loves me, nothing matters". Was it really so? Was love something like that? Didn't my love deserve some respect? Maybe my acceptance of her life style made her love me more, but I had to put an end to this, either the good way or the sad way. All the things that happened in this relationship were so sensitive. It was like my head would explode anytime. I couldn't think tight. Then only a single solution came into my mind; a jerky, selfish solution. I didn't have any idea about the consequences, maybe it was risky for my sweetheart. But no matter what happens, I gave the police an anonymous call and reported Ian. I gave them his phone number. Since it was time for the final exams, I wasn't expecting him to bother Rebecca during this period. I hoped that the police would not find anything out about her. So, an anxious suspense has begun. I would either make her only mine or lose her forever and put her into deep shit. So, after a week or so later, I could not reach Rebecca for a whole weekend. I desperately tried to call her, then went to her apartment. She wasn't there. I became incredibly anxious, and had deep regret. She could have been in jail now. It was a crazy weekend. I couldn't sleep or eat or do anything else. Then.. On Monday, at the school... She was there. What a relief... I aproached her, trying to hide my cheer. "Hi sweetheart. I missed you!" I said. She just looked at me and said, "Missed you, too." "I tried to reach you, but... You seem sad, is something wrong?" She nodded, "Ian has been arrested." "Really? Why?" I pretended to be surprised. She said nothing. "How?" I asked this time. "Don't know," she said, "I just heard it from this girl, then threw out my cell phone and stayed at a downtown hotel for the weekend." "Oh God. Why didn't you call me?" She said nothing. " Is it safe now, for you?" "I'm not worried. Ian never rats me out." I understood that she was feeling a deep commitment to him. She saw him as a protector. I said nothing. **** Everything was exactly as I hoped. I had achieved breaking all the connections to her previous life. From that moment on, our relationship has changed its aspect. I could see her more, we could spend most of our time together. Soon, we were not hiding our relationship from our friends anymore. Walking hand in hand with her throughout campus was like walking on the clouds. In three months, she got used to being a normal college girl and seemed to forget her callgirl career. I couldn't leave our future to chance. Close to my graduation, I found a job in another city, 300 miles away. It was not a big company, but the location was good and the money they offered was tempting. I desperately needed money for my future plans. ***** Soon, the day of my graduation party arrived. We were hand in hand walking through the door of the ballroom. She was like an angel in her fancy white dress. As she appeared at the entrance, all the boys were looking at her with admiration and all the girls were piercing her through and through with jealousy. Her smile was glistening like a shining star. It was like a fairy tale. The night passed quickly and was perfect for both of us. We had wonderful time there; danced, drank, kissed. A few hours later, when the time came, I said to her: "Lets move closer to the stage." "Why?" she asked. "I'm fine here." "Come on," I said and held her hand, "I have a surprise for you." I dragged her in front of the stage. Then I climbed onto the stage and took the microphone. The members of the band were all my friends. Without hesitation, they started playing the 'unchained melody', as we agreed beforehand. I started to sing that song and I was directly looking into her eyes. I had so much love for her inside my heart. Oh my love, my darling I've hungered for your touch A long lonely time Time goes by so slowly And time can do so much Are you still mine? I need your love, I need your love God speed your love to me When the song ended, there was a mild applause. Rebecca was very cheerful. Then I started to talk into the microphone. "This is the most exciting night of my life." I said. "You probably feel the same. Four years have gone and the school is over." Some people cheered. I laughed and went on after they stopped. "We're going to start new lives... Every single one of us has different dreams. I hope that you all make them real." Dereck, the guitarist offered me a drink. I took a sip and went on. "And tonight, I hope to turn my greatest dream into reality." Then I offered my hand to Rebecca. "Honey, can you please come up here." She was surprised. I insisted. "Please!" She hesitated first but then took hold of my hand. She climbed onto the stage, smiling with a stunned expression. "Rebecca," I said while still holding her hand, "you know, I'm not a good speaker. So, I just want to do it quickly... Since the first day we met, I feel deeply in love with you. You've added sunshine to my life. I.... I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Some people were whistling now. Meanwhile, Dereck took out the ring from his pocket, which I gave him the day before. Rebecca's smile had disappeared. She seemed to be shocked. "Will you marry me?" There, the time stopped. Everything, everyone was quiet. It was the longest moment of my life. She was looking into my eyes, didn't know what to say. She was gasping and her eyes were almost full with tears. "Come on!" yelled someone in the crowd. Then a tiny smile emerged on her face, with a tear running down her cheek. Her smile grew bigger, like clapping butterfiles. Then suddenly she hugged me and kissed me on the lips. There was a storm of applause. People were cheering. ***** The party ended as the sun was rising. We were both drunk and having difficulty walking but we were able to keep kissing while climbing the stairs of her apartment. She took out the key and started to open the door. Meanwhile, I was kissing her neck and trying to unbutton the back of her dress. With my other hand, I raised the hem of her dress and fondled her ass. She was panting heavily. She turned around and once more we were kissing. When she opened the door, we fell together into the entrance hall. I was on top of her, french kissing and caressing her hair, touching every part of her body. She reached the door with her feet and closed it. I was pinching and squeezing her breasts and she was holding my dick. Then she unzipped my pants and took it out. "Oh, yess!" I hissed. "Stroke it." I bit her neck and she squeezed my dick firmly and for a few minutes, she stroked my dick. "Come on." I said then and turned her back on all fours. "Yes," she said, "do it!" I raised the hem of her dress and peeled her panties off. I adjusted the tip of my dick on her entrance. "Quick," she said, "I want it now." I pushed it all the way in with a single thrust. "Arghh..." she yelled. "Grrrreat!" I grabbed her waist and started pumping. With each thrust, I was pulling it back till the head almost came out and would push it all the way in very quickly. She was enjoying this rough sex. With one of my hands, I pulled her hair. "Faster, faster," she was yelling, "I'm all yours." I went on, fucked her like there's no tomorrow. "You are wonderful." I said. "You are so tight". She squeezed my dick with her cunt muscles. "You like it?" she hissed. "Yeah!" Her muscles were contracting more and more now. I could not stand any more and came into her womb as my legs were shaking. "Yes, I feel it. Cum in my cunt. Yesss.." When my orgasm was over, I collapsed on her and then laid down on the floor. We were both panting. She put her head on my shoulder. "I love you..." she said. "More than anything." "You made me the happiest man in the world tonight." I said touching her chin. "I promise that I'll never frustrate you." She smiled and said, "Oh, Ethan McKenzie... You are an unbelievable man. I was sure that there's no such thing like true love, before I knew you." I reached and kissed her lips again. "I can't believe that I'm going to be your wife." "Me neither." I said. "If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up." After a silent moment, she asked: "So.. What now? What we gonna do?" What are we going to do now? I wanted to resolve everything very quickly to leave this city and everything behind. "So, we'll marry. As soon as possible." First, she could not understand why I hurried. We discussed a little. After a while: "I need you." I said. "A job, a new city, a new home... A new life.. I need you by me." She was hesitant. There was a question in her mind about the two courses that she still had to pass for graduation. I explained to her that she did not have to attend the classes. I suggested she go back just for the exams. I managed to convince her about settling everything within a month. ***** We had a lot of things to do in a short time. But it was no problem. She was a clever girl and planned everything in detail. First of all, we rent a small house and furnished it. I started my new job and has working really hard to learn everything about it and she was dealing with every single detail about our life. She seemed to be happy with all those little things. She took strong interest in the interior design of the house. Then she organized our wedding reception. It would be a small ceremony with the attendance of close friends and family members only. Time went on fast. Five days before our wedding, she drove to her old apartment to pack her things. It was a four hour drive there, so she'd stay overnight. She left in the evening and four and a half hours later she called to announce her arrival. "There are a lot of things to do." she said. "It's more than I imagined. It looks like I'll be able to hit the road in the afternoon tomorrow." "Don't worry," I said, "take your time." We chatted a little about what she was going to do, which things she wanted to bring here and so on. Then she said, "I missed you already." "I missed you, too honey." "I wish you were here with me." "Yeah, me too." "Guess what do I have on!" she said teasingly. "Mmh..." I said. "A nightgown?" "Yes," she said, "and which one?" "The red one?" "No.. The white, satin one." "Mmmm.. Seethrough.. That's sexy." She laughed. "I'm lying down in the bed right now." she said. "My legs are open. I'm touching there." "Oh God!" I said. My dick was awakening. "Do you have underwear on?" "I've no bra, but I have white, lacy panties on." "Why don't you take them off, too?" "Do you want me to?" "Of course!" I said. My dick was rock hard now. "No need to hurry," she said, "I'm touching it now through my panties." "Oh, I wish I was there. Do you know, what I have in my hand?" She laughed. "I know!" "Touch your tits." I said. "Mmmm.. Like this... My hand is all over my tits right now. I'm fondling them." "I love your tits." I said. "Oh yes, pinch your nipples." "Yeah, I'm doing it. They're so big." "If I were there.." "What would you do?" "I'd suck them so hard." "And they're so hard. Oh, feels good." "Imagine it's my hand. I'm touching your tits now, caressing them, pinching your nipples." "And what am I doing now?" "You're taking my dick out." I unzipped my pants. "Do you hear that?" "Yeah.. Take it out." "It's in your hands now." "Oh, I want to fondle it." "Come on, baby." "Now, I'm stripping off my gown over my shoulders. Mmhhh, yeah!" "Oh, Rebecca. I'm so horny. Take your pants off!" "Not yet. Now my breasts are free." "I love them so much. I want to suck them." "Soon, you will honey." "Oh, yes." "Mmhh, I'm squeezing my tits." she whispered again. I started jacking off. "You're incredible." I said. "What do you want me to do?" "Take your pants off." I said. "Yeah..." she said. "That's good. Slowly I'm lowering it." "Go on." I said. I was jacking off fast. "Yes... I'm completely naked." "Stick a finger in." I said. "Ohhh..." she murmured. "Did you do it?" "Yesss, I'm rubbing my clit with my thumb and I'm fucking myself with my middle finger." "I wanna hear." "Ok!" she said and put the phone in front of her pussy. I could hear the rustle, I could imagine how sticky her cunt was. She was groaning louder. Then suddenly she stopped. "What happened?" I asked. "That's enough for today." she said. "Wha...?" I yelled. "Come on!" She laughed. "Be patient," she said, "do not masturbate. Tomorrow I'll be there and I'll be sooo horny." ***** The next day, I was dreaming about her during the day at work. I had very naughty plans for the evening. However, she called me in the afternoon and what she said was like a punch in my stomach. "Guess what!" she said. "Tell me." "Ian has been bailed out and he's with me right now." Callgirl Ch. 04 Special thanks to bustybibbwbabe for editorial assistance. ******* Chapter 4 -- Wedding Night She looked like an angel in her wedding gown. "She's so lovely." said my father. My parents saw her at the wedding for the first time. And I met her mother there. Her father had been dead for over 15 years. The ceremony was running very smoothly because Rebecca had gone to great lengths to arrange every last detail. There were around 50 guests; we had only invited family and close friends. Then, I saw him. While Rebecca and I were talking to some close friends, Ian entered the hall. He was alone. He wore a pinstripe suit and was carrying a small gift box. Rebecca's mother greeted him and seated him at a small table in the corner. He struck up a conversation with her. Of course, she didn't know him; Rebecca and I were the only ones who knew him. Then Rebecca saw him, too. "Hey, look who's here!" she said. "Come on, let's say hello." She seemed quite pleased to see him. But I wasn't. While we were walking there, I was thinking about the day she went to her old apartment to pick up her things. I was expecting her to come back Wednesday evening but after she called to inform me of Ian's arrival, she changed her mind and stayed one more night. I was very anxious, until she came back because I knew that she was still loyal and sexually attracted to him. I tried to call her that night but she did not answer. Thankfully, she called me back on Thursday morning and arrived back home in the afternoon. She did not say much about what they did together on Wednesday. "Thanks to his connections, he has been bailed out", she said. "He was in jail for almost five months. Thank God, he's free for now." She was very happy to see him again. "He was released yesterday and came to my apartment to see me." "What a coincidence." I said. "Yeah," she said, "the last day in my old apartment." "So, what did you do?" "We talked a little. I told him about our relationship. He was very surprised." "Really?" "He said, he was happy for me. You know, I wasn't sure how he'd react about us, but he was very understanding." "Good, good." "I invited him to our wedding, then." "Hmm. Is he coming?" "Probably not. He has some problems for the time being, you know." "Yeah, I can see that. So, what else?" "Not much. Just the usual." That was the only conversation about that day, but I had questions in my mind about 'the usual'. Now Ian was present at our wedding. "What a surprise!" she said and hugged Ian. "How could I miss the most important day of our little Rebecca's life?" he said. Then we shook hands. "Congratulations, pal." he said and handed me the gift he brought for Rebecca. "Just a little present for Rebecca." he said. "Oh, thanks Ian." she said and kissed him on the cheek. He was looking at me and grinning. I wasn't happy to see this bastard at my wedding but had to hide my feelings. That's why, reluctantly I smiled back at him. During the rest of the night, I was a little nervous and tried to ignore him, but he, on the other hand, seemed to be quite cheerful. He was drinking a lot and chatting with the other guests. People were enjoying his conversation. Towards the end of the night, he suddenly walked towards me. "How is it going?" he said. "Oh, Ian. Well, its ok." I answered. He lit a cigarette and said, "Marriage is a difficult thing." "I suppose." I said. "You're a very lucky man, pal. You're a very lucky man." "Yeah, thanks." "She's a very nice girl." "I know." I said. "And she's incredibly hot, you know." He inhaled the smoke and went on. "She has a gorgeous body." He was drunk and deliberately trying to annoy me. After a little silence, he said: "She could have been a model." I nodded and tried to stay calm. "Those shapely legs, round butt..." "Ian", I said trying to stop him but he went on. "She has the best tits I ever saw." I took a deep breathe to hold myself back. "And the best part is she's always ready for sex." "Ian, that's enough, you're drunk." He nodded and grinned. "She's always hot." he said and took a step to walk away. He was still murmuring while walking. "She was so hot on Wednesday." "What?" I said to myself. About half an hour later, the party was over. While Derek, the best man, drove us home, I was thoughtful, whereas Rebecca was quite happy. She insisted that I carry her into the house in my arms. She was bursting in laughter as we went directly to the bedroom. I threw her onto the bed and sat next to her. She sighed while holding my hand and said: "I must be the luckiest woman in the world, having such an understanding, tolerant and passionate man like you." She pulled me down and then hugged and kissed me. I wasn't so willing. "Aren't you happy?" she asked confused. "I'm...I'm happy..." I said. "I just feel a little sick. Maybe alcohol." Then she smiled and tried to kiss me on the lips. I couldn't respond very well. "Ethan," she said, "there's something wrong. What happened?" "Nothing." I said. "Ethan!" she said harshly. "I'd better take a shower." I said and climbed off the bed. She straightened and held my hand: "Is it something about Ian?" she asked. "Well..." I said. "You want to know in detail, what exactly happened on Wednesday, don't you?" I said nothing, just nodded. "Come here!" she said. She was sitting at the edge of the bed and still holding my hand. I approached her. She was looking directly into my eyes and without saying anything, she unzipped my trousers and took my cock out. Still looking into my eyes, she took my soft penis in her mouth. My dick was slowly getting bigger in her mouth. "Mmmh," she said, "it's growing." When it was fully erected, she took it out and started to stroke with her hands slowly. Then she started telling her story. "When I had just started to pack my things, the door bell rang. I looked through the peephole and saw him. As a matter of fact, I became extremely happy. You know, he was an important part of my life and I was worried about him." "Mm-hmm." I said. She took her tongue out of her mouth and started licking the head of my penis like an ice cream. She knew what she was doing. Her tongue was dancing on incredible places around my dick. She was licking the slit, the orifice. Then she took it out and went on telling the story while caressing it. "So, I opened the door and hugged him. He hugged me so tight. 'I missed you.' he said and I said that I missed him, too." Again, she took the head of my dick in her mouth, driving me crazy using her tongue. "And then?" I asked whispering. She took my dick out of her mouth and said: "Then he tried to kiss me on the lips. At first I resisted but I didn't want to upset him." "So?" I asked. "Sooo," she said as she stood up, still stroking my dick with one hand, "he kissed me like this." And she gave me a deep French kiss. She was so passionate and so was I. Her hand on my dick was driving me crazy and I kissed her back. Our tongues were dancing. When our kiss ended, she sat back on the edge of the bed and took the head of my cock in her mouth. She was sucking like a vacuum cleaner. It was an incredible feeling and I was moaning. "Ohhh, that's it..." Her lips still wrapped around my cock, she murmured, "Want to hear the rest?" "Yesss..." I hissed. She took my dick out of her mouth and started to jack me off. She was looking directly at me and never took her eyes away. Then she started to fondle my ass with her other hand. "We kissed a while. He was fondling my ass." she said. "Then he sucked my earlobe and squeezed my tits." "You let him?" I asked. "Yes." she said and once more took the head of my dick in her mouth. Obviously, she felt that I became nervous and was trying to relax me. I tried to say something but the pleasure stopped me. She sucked my dick with lust for a while; then went on telling the rest of the story. "I wasn't wearing a bra as usual. He put his hand through the collar of my blouse and kept fondling my tits. He even pinched my nipples." Then she increased her speed and put the head back again in her mouth. While she was sucking the head of my dick; I was in complete ecstasy and put my hand on her cleavage. I rubbed her tits. "Like this?" I asked. "Mmm-hmm." she said and kept moaning for the next couple of minutes. Then she said, "I could feel his dick through his pants and it was so big and hard.", and kept sucking my dick. The feeling was awesome; it was the best head she had ever given. Maybe the story affected me so much. I was moaning. "Oh, yes honey. You are incredible. Your tongue is burning like hell...Oh yes." My dick still in her mouth, she murmured. "You like that?" "I love that... Yes, go on!" She quit jacking off and just sucked like this for around five minutes. Then she lay down on the bed and opened her legs. "Come on." she said. "You'll kill me." I answered. Quickly, I climbed on top of her and started kissing her mouth and raised the hem of her wedding gown. I pulled her panties aside, aimed the head of my dick at her entrance, which was incredibly wet and pushed in. "Ahhh!" she yelled. With one push, it was buried in her pussy. "Again." she said. I took it out and thrusted in again. "That's it, fuck me!" she hissed. I slowly started pumping in and out. "Go on," I said, "what happened then?" "Mmmm..." she said. "He leaned my back against the wall and kept sucking my neck. He was touching every part of my body. His cock was so hard and it's so big. I needed it inside me." She was having difficulty talking. She was panting heavily now. "Then he unzipped my pants and put his hand under my panties. He felt my pussy lips. He was trying to probe my cunt. Oh yes... Faster...Yes, faster..." she said. I increased my speed. Now I was pounding like a hammer. "You like that?" I asked. "Yeah...Fuck me... Fuck my dirty cunt." I pumped and she was groaning. "Go on," I said, "keep talking." "Ohh... I'm a naughty girl." she said. "Yes, you are!" I answered. "Tell me what I am." she said. "You're a naughty girl." I said. "More than that." she said. "You're a whore." "Yesss... I'm a whore. Fuck this filthy whore." She was rubbing her clit with one finger, while I was fucking her pussy. "You worthless whore!" I yelled again. "Whose whore is this?" "My whore." "Do you like fucking your whore?" "Yes," I said, "I love that." "I'm a worthless bitch. Fuck this bitch. Oh, yes's. Come on..." She liked to be humiliated. She was on fire. I felt her cunt muscles contracting. She was close. I pumped harder and harder. Soon she was on the edge. "Are you close?" she asked. "Yes... yes." I hissed. "Take it out!" she said. "Quick!" I was surprised, because she was on pill and I always came inside her. But I did what she told me. "Cum on my gown!" she said. I pumped my cock with my hand for a short time and then ejaculated all of my cum all over her wedding gown. She was still playing with her clit. "Yesss..." she hissed and then started screaming. She was having an orgasm, shaking. She came and came and came... For almost three minutes; and then her orgasm subsided. She was still panting. I laid down next to her. "I'll never wash this." she said showing the cum all over her wedding down. I smiled at her and said. "You're awesome." "And so you are." she said. "So, what happened then?" I asked. "Would you be mad at me, if he fucked me?" she asked back. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure about my feelings. Yes, I was jealous, but during the sex we had, I was very eager to hear the rest of the story. It made me horny. I just said. "I love you... I don't want to lose you." Maybe this was the answer she was expecting. She smiled and touched my cheek. Then she said: "I'm going to answer your question when you're sure about the answer of my question." Callgirl Ch. 05 Special thanks to X_Christina_X for the editoring assistance. ************ Chapter 5 -- The Break Up The next day after the wedding, I had awakened up alone in the bed having a headache. There were sounds coming from the kitchen. First, my mind wasn't clear but then slowly, I remembered about the wedding reception, then Ian's arrival, then the story that Rebecca told me and how I reacted. Oh God, what did I do? I just acknowledged everything she did. I didn't know why. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the excitement of the moment or maybe it was the spell that she had on me under. Whatever the reason was, I was feeling pain deep inside. I stood up and went directly to the kitchen. She was there in her nightgown, as beautiful as always and was preparing breakfast. She smiled at me. "Good morning, honey." she said and walked towards me. "I'm so happy!" she said. "This is our first day as an husband and wife. How do you feel?" "I'm..." I stuttered and she interrupted me with a kiss. While we were kissing, my mind was full with the images of Rebecca and Ian. How they kissed, how he fondled her body, how she moaned. After all, I didn't know how it ended. Did they make love? Did she fuck him? While we were dating, it was easier. I was considering myself as the second guy and never felt that she belonged to me. Now, it was different. She was mine and should have been only mine. She noticed my frigidity. "Are you all right?" she asked. "I don't know." I said. "I think I'm not in the mood right now." "I know how to make you get in the mood." she said smiling and was fondling my dick through my pants. "How's that?" "Please..." I said. She didn't listen to me and went on fondling it. "Rebecca, please!" "Come on!" she said, "This is our first day. I feel so horny." "I'm really not in the mood right now." I said. She quit her efforts. "Fine!" she said frustrated and looked into my eyes in silence. "You think about Ian, don't you?" she said. "Well..." I murmured. "I can't believe it," she said. "Reb, I'm not very comfortable about that." "Why for God's sake?" she said. "I thought you'd love me under any circumstances." "Of Course I love you, Reb. It's just..." "So does it matter what happened there?" she interrupted me. "Honey, it's not easy." "Oh!" she sighed. "I don't want to share you with anyone?" "Sharing? Is that what you really think?" "I mean..." "Ok... Ok! Want to hear what happened there, huh?" she yelled. "Is that what you want?" "Yes!" I said. "Nothing... " She said. "Nothing?" "Absolutely nothing... Nothing happened, Ethan. It was just a fantasy!" "A fantasy?!" "I really can't believe that you didn't understand that! Yes, he kissed me first and tried to do more but I stopped him. I told him about you, our relationship, our wedding plans..." "I. I don't know what to say." "Are you happy now?" she asked. "I'm so sorry honey. I'm an idiot." "You're not an idiot, Ethan. You just don't trust me!" "Honey, of course I trust you. You know that's not the case." "I'm your wife, Ethan. The only thing I want is your love, but you'll never forget my past, right?" Her eyes were full with tears and she was almost crying. I couldn't imagine how disappointed she felt. "Honey, I'm sorry." I said. "You'll always be suspicious about me!" she said. "I thought you were different." "Don't say that. You know that I love you more than anything and will always love you whatever happens." "What if I didn't stop him?" she asked. "Hmm? Would you still say that?" "I..." I stuttered and couldn't say anything. She nodded. "Your breakfast is ready." she said and left the kitchen. I made a move to follow her but then decided to leave her alone, so that she'd unwind. ******** When I finished my breakfast, she appeared at the door of the kitchen with a sexy dress on, which displays a nice cleavage. She was wearing a miniskirt and had a make-up. She had an upset look on her face. I stood up from the chair I sit and approached her. I caressed her cheek and without talking I started kissing her lips. She was reluctant first but then responded back. Her lips were burning like hell with the cherry scented lipstick she applied on. Our tongues were dancing. I used my hands on her body, fondling her legs and ass. Her hands were on my hairs and she was really passionate. Slowly, she moved her hand down, first rested on my ass and then found my dick and she started fondling my dick through my boxer. I broke the kiss and my lips have found her earlobe. She was always sensivite there, and when I sucked it, she was sighing deeply and squeezing my dick harder. I then moved down, kissed her neck while still fondling her ass under her miniskirt. She was wearing a thong. My lips moved down a little more and now they were on her cleavage. Meanwhile, I pushed and leaned her against the sink. Then I kneeled down and started sucking her thighs. My fingers found her thong and I pulled it down on her ankles. She lifted her legs, so that I could completely take it off. I sniffed her panties and put them onto the kitchen table. She parted her legs, giving me room to reach her pussy with my tongue. The scent of her wet cunt made me dizzy. I licked her pussy lips and then pushed my tongue in. Then I found her clit and started sucking it. "Arghh.." she moaned. "Yes..." She was craving with lust. I kept sucking for almost five minutes then I stood up and removed my boxer. I held her left leg, lifted it and placed myself between her legs. She grabbed my dick and placed it on her entrance. "Come on.," she said. I slowly pushed it in. The feeling was awesome. I was moving very slowly but she held my ass with both her hand and made me move quicker. "Faster.." she said. "Do it hard." She always liked rough sex. I pulled it back and then buried back with a single thrust. "Oh, yes... Like this!" she yelled. I started pumping in and out. Then I lifted and seated her on the sink. She put her arms around my neck and I was pinching her ass. My fingernails were buried in her flesh. I fucked her like this. We did not say anything to each other, just panting. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. "What the.." I said. "Never mind.." she moaned. "Just fuck me." I increased my speed and we were both covered with sweat. Soon, the doorbell rang again. "Faster...faster.." she said. "Cum in me.. I want your sperm inside me." I pumped even faster and soon my dick started throbbing. When I was ejaculating my load in her womb, the doorbell rang one more time. We both were having difficulty in breathing. I took my dick out of her pussy and she climbed down the sink. I was exhausted and sat on the floor and she was pulling her skirt down. She went and opened the door. "Hi.." she said. "Hi.." said a man's voice. "Are you ready?" "Yes." said Rebecca. "Good." said the man. I recognized the voice. It was Ian. I quickly stood up and looked for my boxer. Rebecca emerged at the door with a little suitcase in her hand. "What does that mean?" I asked. "I'm sorry, Ethan." she said and removed her wedding ring from her finger. She left it on the table, next to her thong. "Rebecca, what are you doing?" "I love you, Ethan. But I think we should stay away for some time and think about this." "You can't do that to me.." I said. "I can't live without you." "Please don't call me until you have trust in me in any case." She turned back and slowly walked toward the door. "Rebecca, stop!" I yelled and again was looking for my boxer. As I put it on, she already closed the door from behind.