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Becca

By: Sirdar



I first met Becca when I was teaching in England. At the time she was seventeen and I was 23. She was a very pretty, and very friendly girl and had a lovely personality, but she was not the most intelligent girl in the group by a long way, but she worked hard. My first contact with her was through teaching her and then in time she would come to me to get papers signed for instance for me to sign the form for her to renew her passport. Later she came and she was quite upset when she told me that her parents had arranged a marriage for her back in India. She was not very happy about it and she wanted me to help her find a husband in England, but this request was beyond my abilities so, when I lost contact with her I presumed that she had gone back to India to get married.

Three years later I decided to take up a teaching post in India myself and I was lucky to get an appointment teaching at a college in Nagpur. It was at a small leaving party held in the college that one of our Indian teachers told me that Becca now lived in Nagpur, and she had been married to an army man who had died in a clash with some rebels in Kashmir just after they had been married for 6 months. She told me that Becca was virtually penniless, and was relying on help from her family in England. She also told me that she often asked about me when they talked on the telephone. She said she remembered how helpful I had been when she was a student with me.

Her friend must had written to her and suggested that while I was teaching in Nagpur that I should stay with her, as she knew me, and the money I would pay her for lodging with her would help her financially. I got a message the day before I left England from her friend giving me her address in Nagpur and saying that I could stay with her if I wished, and that Becca was looking forward to meeting me again. Being single one of my reasons for moving to India was because I liked Indian girls. I found them very pretty and very easy to get on with and as a teacher I found that they were keen to study. I had hoped that one day I would meet an Indian lady who would become my wife.

To my delight Becca was waiting for me at the airport when I arrived with a big welcoming smile. She gave me a hug and put up her cheek for a kiss. She looked absolutely lovely, much lovelier than I remembered her, and so I decided to take up the offer to stay at Becca's house as I knew her, and I was very conscious that it would be helpful financially for her too. I was also very conscious that it would be nicer to stay with someone I knew rather than in a hotel or boarding house where I would be a stranger. When I arrived at her home, she took me to a bedroom where I would sleep. I unpacked and settled in the room while Becca brought some snacks for me. While eating them, she told me that she was very happy to have me in her home. She was very friendly and also I thought she was even prettier and had matured a lot from when I had last met her in England. 

We talked a lot about the college back in England and my reasons for my coming to India and I said to her that I was absolutely delighted to see her again . Talking to her brought back to me just how nice a girl she really was, and I also thought that she had matured quite a bit since we last met. She was still only 20. Her figure was good, with a gorgeous bust, lovely eyes and she had a nice complexion and quite quickly I became quite besotted with her. That day she had met me at the airport she had been wearing a lovely yellow Sari with matching blouse which showed her figure off to the best advantage. That night I went to bed thinking about Becca, and for the very first time I was thinking seriously that she would make a good wife for me, but obviously I had to get to know her much better first, and she also had to agree.

The next day I was free, after first letting the college know that I had arrived and giving them my address, and as I had a few days before I had to start at the college I decided to get to know the city so that I could find my way around. I got myself ready, and invited Becca to join me. She agreed and soon she was ready and we headed out. We walked around sight seeing for 2-3 hours, stopping occasionally for refreshments and gradually we became much closer and not so much like casual acquaintances. We talked, and laughed together a lot before we turned back towards her home. 

While we were walking Becca became intrigued by a ladies market and told me that she wanted to buy some things from there. We entered the market and she headed to a big lingerie shop. I was a little surprised and little embarrassed to be in a ladies shop with all the female assistants looking at me, but I was also interested in seeing what sort of lingerie she wore. She selected several sexy bra panty sets and asked my opinion on them all before buying them. I pointed towards a black bra panty set and one nightdress and I told her I thought she would look lovely in them.

She bought the sets and we came back home. I went into my bedroom and I reflected that increasingly Becca was beginning to behave towards me in many ways as though I was her husband. I didn't know where this was going, but I was quite pleased that she was. I decided however, that the next move must be up to her. To my surprise when I went out for dinner I found she was wearing the black nightdress she had bought when she called to me.

She asked me "Do you think that this looks as beautiful on me as you thought when you chose it. I admired it and said "Its not just the nightdress Becca it's the lady inside it that makes it beautiful. Becca blushed and went very quiet for the rest of the meal. 

We ate our dinner and before going to bed, I asked her, "Does the other lingerie look just as nice on you as well." She blushed again but did not reply. However I was getting the message that having me in the house was beginning to cause her some problems, which I could well appreciate. I knew that she had been a widow for some months, and must be feeling the need for male company at times.

The next day, the suspense was killing me and so I decided that perhaps I should make the first approach and after getting ready in the morning, I went into the kitchen. Becca was busy preparing lunch while I observed her from the back. She was still wearing the nightdress. It was quite transparent and her bra was clearly visible through it. With my heart in my mouth I decided to act boldly, so I went and put my arms around her with my hands gently rubbing her breasts, and I started to kiss her on the back of the neck. At first, she struggled slightly and said "What are you doing Tony?" But then she gave a little moan and her head fell back on my shoulder and she turned her head slightly so that I could kiss her properly on the lips. 

Then she turned and we held each other close as we kissed, my cock was sticking into her, and she smiled up at me and said "Tony dear let's go to my bedroom." I followed her to her bedroom, and we sat for a while on her bed while we kissed and fondled each others bodies, without speaking. Our kisses became more passionate, and we began French kissing, while I continued to fondle her now very hard nipples. After a short while I felt Becca's hands unzip my shorts and she began to fondle my now rock hard cock

Within a few minutes we were both naked and lying on the bed. I looked down at her as she lay on the bed, and I realised that she looked like a real sex goddess. We again started kissing and I took her nipples into my mouth and started gently sucking on them. Becca started moaning in pleasure. "AAAA...Hhh....AAhhhhh......uuuuhhhhh......hh...Mmmm......"my hand went down and I began to fondly her pussy and gradually inserted two fingers. She was obviously enjoying it, and was moaning heavily. She fully parted her legs wide and allowed me to finger her throbbing clit, in a circular manner ,gradually going a bit faster. She instantly let out a low moan. "AAAAAAAhhhhhhh.......mmmm.......oooohhhhh......ahhhhhhhh...." I kept massaging her clit for about five minutes kissing her lips and sucking her nipples hard. Then I went down the bed and laid her on the edge of the bed. She looked at me very sexily. And I started licking her naked pussy with my tongue. Instantly she let out a scream of ecstasy. I kept exploring her pussy with my tongue. She was almost crying and bucking her body around . "Oh god, don't stop!" She protested, pushing my face back down when I came up for air. "Like before again please... oh god... I'm so close, don't stop, don't ever stop...." I felt an orgasm building in her as her pussy contracted. 

"Oh my God!" She screamed, as her body began to tremble uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm took over her body. with one loud moan she came hard. Then I laid back on the bed on my back and Becca straddled me, her hand went down and took my cock and gently inserted it into her love tunnel. She was really tight, then Becca started to move up and down slowly at first while I played with her nipples. Now she gradually increased the pace, moaning heavily all the time. I was responding as I pushed up to meet her thrusts With each push, she would moan hard and the feeling for both of us was incredible. Then she leaned forward to kiss my lips and I responded by kissing her hard in return

I whispered in her ears, "I think I love you Becca!" She said she loved me too. She rested her upper body on her elbows, trying to use them as leverage to push her hips in towards me, adding more force to each thrust as she moaned, still sensitive from the orgasms. "Fuck me... fuck me hard!" she urged. "Make me cum again." I cupped her buttocks in both hands and started to press them hard on my cock. Her moans grew even louder and more emphatic. She was so very, very close. I moved faster as her pussy walls vibrated and contracted on my cock and once again she came hard, and let out a long low moan.

By the time, we were sweating and were both very hot. As we continued to make love, we both were gasping and moaning in pleasure. I pulled out and we settled ourselves down to make love in missionary style. As I penetrated hard. With that we speeded up and I started to pound her pussy even harder. I watched her breasts jiggling with each thrust. This time I was thrusting really hard. The whole bed was moving and she was struggling for support and gasping for breath. I felt an immense pleasure and an orgasm started to build in me. I got faster and faster holding her really tight and I pounded her pussy even harder. With one last thrust, I came again in her pussy and moaning hard I collapsed on the bed beside her. We both were panting, and wet with much perspiration. Our love juices drooled out of her pussy on to the bed. I kissed her and cleaned cum of my cock and her pussy with her panties. We stayed in each other's arms for some time and slept there. It was a very late lunch that day.

What the future holds we do not know, but six months have now passed, and we are more in love now than we were before. We have never really talked about marriage, as for the present we are happy just being very passionate lovers.

The End

Becca



Becca lay in bed, pretending to be asleep...waiting for her husband to leave for work. She didn't take any chances and waited until she heard the sound of her husbands car pulling out of the driveway. How she loved that sound...as much as she hated her husband. For twenty years she'd put up with his disgusting habits, his abuse. No, he'd never hit her...but his words cut her more deeply than a machete. No one would ever believe the dark side of this moon. He was a pig, fat and dirty. Sadly they were his best points. Their sex life was the crowning glory. He'd fucked her last night, if you could call it that...not enough fingering, not enough cock, not enough of anything. 

As always, he crawled between her legs, stuffed his puny little cock into her pussy, pumped it a few times and came. In desperation, she tried to suck him up again, hoping he might want to fuck a little longer, perhaps even lasting long enough to get her off. But that was pointless. The bastard wouldn't even kiss her goodnight because she had cum on her lips. Shit, the bastard couldn't even get her pregnant. Oh yeah, she'd checked...snuck a little sample down to the clinic in the next town over. At this point in her life, all the lies were catching up with the truths. She vowed never to marry for all the right reasons again. 

She glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed. She'd better hurry. She twisted her naked body around, scooted her ass across the bed and pulled herself up. She sat on the edge of the mattress and stretched, rolling her head around. The crackling sounds making her chuckle. Damn, you're getting old, woman. She lifted her hand and cupped it over her mouth, tasting her breath. Emmmmm, smells like cum. She licked away the crusty residuals of her vain attempt at resurrecting her husbands mammoth four inches. She loved the taste of cum, even his. She wondered why they didn't sell the stuff in quarts. Finally, she got up and headed towards the bathroom, pausing to admire her body in the full length mirror on the closet door. Not bad, she thought. Not bad at all.

Yes, she was getting older. No doubt about that. She cupped her tits then let them fall back down onto her chest. She loved the way they looked when they bounced and swayed when unfettered by a bra...especially under a thin T-shirt or a light summer dress. Sure they drooped a little...double D's couldn't defy gravity unless they were fake. She turned and studied her ass for a moment. It had spread a little, but he didn't care. He liked her just the way she was. She wondered what it would be like to actually make love to him. She shivered, the mere thought sending a chill up her spine. Don't get crazy, she thought. What they did was hardly making love, although she didn't really know what to call it. 

She thought about the first time...she should have called the. But the shame kept her silent. It could have excused her silence, had she'd called them the second time. That time had been far worse. She had to keep her body covered for days...there were far too many bruises and scrapes to rationally explain away. She realized her silence had sent him a message. Her shame then turned into guilt. When he came again...and again...she could no longer deny the sheer pleasure she felt. The fear of his return had turned into longing. Eventually, any trace of guilt she might have had was gone. This was now their dirty little secrete, a secrete that could ruin her life if discovered. Her life had changed forever, but stuck in limbo. She couldn't go back...she couldn't move forward. 

Who would ever believe she hadn't wanted it all to happen? She wouldn't. And what would life be with a man like him. You can't live off of cock...no matter how big and good it made you feel. She'd just take it for what it was until he moved on to another slut...precisely what she'd become. She'd tasted the dark side and it had consumed her. How could any self respecting woman enjoy the things he did to her...let alone beg him to use her like he did? She looked down at her pussy. It was already wet. God, just thought of what he was going to make her do was enough to set her on fire. Her strong scent wafted up into her nostrils and her nipples started to harden. She grinned as she remembered what he once said. "When you look up slut in the dictionary, your picture is right next to the word." 

She pulled herself away from the mirror and stepped into the bathroom. She instinctively lowered the seat but stopped. She could wait for him. Reaching between her legs, she checked for stubble before remembering that she'd carefully shaved the night before. She laughed softly. Shaving her cunt had been hard to explain to her husband...he thought it made her look like a little girl.  It was only for hygienic reasons, she pleaded, figuring the truth, that her lover wanted her pussy smooth, would be harder to pitch...she sadly wondered if he would have even cared. She took her short robe off the hook and slipped it on, tying it loosely around her waist then headed downstairs. 

She padded across the tiled floor, savoring the coolness against the bottom of her feet until she reached the front of the kitchen sink. She turned the faucet's handle and waited for the water to become warm. The selection of dirty dishes was almost nil, and she wondered how long she could spend washing an empty coffee mug. Where the fuck was he? But it wasn't long before she heard the faint squeak of the backdoor opening and slowly closing. She could barely hear the lock click into place. She swallowed hard as she tried to keep herself under control. She could feel his eyes on her body, sweeping up and down, taking in the lush curves of her ass and thighs. She purposely leaned forward and reached for something irrelevant in the small cabinet above the sink. The robe pulled up, exposing the bottom half of her naked ass and the puffy lips of her moist and swollen pussy. Her thick labia hung down between her smooth thighs like some exotic tropical fruit, full of juice and ready to be eaten. He always gasped at the first sight of her pussy and each time that familiar sound made her shiver, knowing how much she excited him.  She sensed him slowly moving towards her. 

Suddenly his hand was over her mouth...that huge knife held in front of her eyes with his other massive hand. The sight still scared...her instincts said scream but reason said do what he wants. Maybe he'd gone crazy...flipped out and decided he'd finish what he'd started the first time he raped her. She trembled in fear...one stroke of that razor sharp blade would leave her dead. "Please don't kill me," she whispered. "I'll do anything you want." 

"You've got that right, bitch," he growled into her ear. "You will do anything I want." He turned the knife in his palm and pressed the thick edge against her neck, drawing the cold steel back and forth across her soft skin as her body trembled in fear. She didn't breath until he pulled the blade away from her flesh, only taking her first breath when she heard the knife close. He casually dropped it onto the counter. 

"What the fuck was that for," she growled as he began to lick the edge of her earlobe. 

"For old time's sake," he said, chuckling as he ran his tongue around the inside of her ear. She'd been played, but she couldn't deny the rush of excitement his little stunt had induced in both of them. His hot breath was ragged, excited. One hand slid around her neck as the other pulled her robe off her shoulders and let it drop to her hips. It hung there for a moment before sliding across the lush expanse of her ass onto the floor. Immediately, his thick fingers moved between her cheeks and massaged her crinkly ring of sphincters. She couldn't keep from gasping as he roughly push two of them deep into her rectum. Instinctively, she pushed back against the intruders, trying to drive them even deeper into her bowels. "Full of ass candy," he growled, feeling the thick creamy mass flow around his fingers. "I'm gonna love fucking it today, baby." Becca moaned deeply as he twisted and probed her hungry asshole. He loved it dirty...she'd grown to love it. And it seemed both of them were on fire today, their prurient needs in synch. There was going to be a lot of explaining to do later. 

Suddenly he pulled his fingers from her ass and brought them up, holding them near her lips like bait. The scent of his filthy fingers made the freak she'd become strain against his hand for a taste. She leaned forward, her mouth open, her tongue licking at the air as she tried to lick away the gritty scum...but he teased her and pulled his hand back. He laughed softly as she vainly tried again. "You're such a nasty cunt," he whispered into her ear. "A walking, talking toilet." He finally shoved his fingers into her mouth and let her savor her catch. She breathed the pungent aroma deep into her lungs as she hungrily licked the greasy paste from his fingers. Realizing the sheer depravity of it all, jolted another wave of wanton lust through her body. Why she didn't throw up frightened her. That she wanted more, terrified her. Her pussy was more than wet. She could feel the viscous pussy juice leaking onto the surface of her thighs and flowing like a river of lava down to her knees. God...what have I become?

He hooked the side of her mouth with his fingers and snapped her head around, kissing her roughly, pushing his thick tongue deep into her mouth, wildly swirling it around. She whimpered...another drop of pussy juice fell onto her thigh. 

"What should I fuck today, baby, your mouth, your cunt...your ass?"  He returned his fingers to her asshole and pushed them back into the creamy hole, making it difficult for her to speak. Her words were punctuated with gasps and moans as he pushed them in even deeper, adding a third accomplice to the crime. 

"What ever you want," she groaned. "I'm your slut...and all my holes are yours." She nearly screamed when he abruptly pulled his fingers out the second time. She certainly hadn't wanted him to stop. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, pushing her back against the counter. His fingers were even filthier, but this time he held his hand up to his own face. He breathed deeply and lazily flicked his tongue across their soiled surfaces.

"Damn, baby," he hissed, staring into her eyes. "You drive me crazy when you're ripe like this." She watched him begin again, her eyes begging him to share, then smiling when he moved close enough for both of them to lick his sticky fingers. They stripped her ass juice from his fingers faster than carrion birds stripping a carcass, feeding their common need for depravity so perverse, only two depraved souls like them could enjoy. Tongues danced in the oral palace, darting wildly, pushing deeply, caressing each other as they bathed in the acrid mire. Their breathing was ragged as their lips parted. Becca's nimble fingers deftly opened the front of his shirt. She pulled it open and ran her silky hands across his muscular chest. 

"You're beautiful, baby," she whispered as she slipped his shirt off. She rubbed it against her heaving chest, collecting the sweat that had begun to form on his skin with the soft fabric. She brought it up to her face, sniffing it, breathing in the heady scent of his sweaty body...mixed with that of another woman's body. She calmly set it on the counter and looked into his eyes. "You fuck her this morning, baby?" She leaned forward and licked away the last traces of their kiss before she let him answer. She listened as she let her lips move downward into the forest of thick hair that covered his chest...she knew the answer. 

"Uh huh," he groaned when she bit one nipple, then the other. 

"Prick," she growled, bending and sinking her teeth into his belly. "Couldn't wait for MY pussy, you mother-fucker?" He laughed softly then gasped as her hand slid down across his taut stomach into the waistband of his loose fitting shorts. She gripped his cock roughly, squeezing it painfully hard, feeling the veins throb against her palm.

"I couldn't help it baby...morning wood has no conscience." She knelt in front of him and slowly tugged his shorts down, his thick cock snapping back up against his stomach as the elastic cleared the tip, nearly smacking her in the face. She grabbed his swaying cock and drew it towards her open mouth, taking nearly half of it into her mouth. He gasped as her wet lips surrounded his throbbing meat, her tongue swirling around the gnarled shaft. Becca shivered with excitement as the taste of his wife's pussy spread across her tongue. She breathed deeply. She loved the taste of cum mixed with pussy juice...even when it wasn't her pussy. 

"Well I've been bad too," she said, taunting him the second she pulled her mouth from his cock. His hand instantly reached out and squeezed her neck tightly as he pulled her up to her feet and shoved her back against the counter. He glared at her and squeezed her neck even tighter...she was beginning to feel light headed. 

"That so, you little slut?" he snarled. She nervously bit her lower lip and shook her head yes. "Was it any good?" he asked, laughing with a knowing tone in his voice.  "Shot your pussy full of blanks...left you hanging...like always?" She shook her head yes...suddenly regretting she'd taunted him. This was new, not part of the game...they never went there. "You think I'm stupid. Twenty years. No kids. A hot piece of ass like you." The tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to hold them back, but couldn't. His eyes softened and the pressure around her neck lessened. His face was tense, the muscles around his eyes twitched. But suddenly, a mask of sadness covered his face. He slowly reached down, pulled up his shorts then picked up his shirt. Wordlessly, he turned away and walked to the door. 

The truth can't be forgiven...as hurtful to hear as it was. She couldn't think of any explanation for what had just happened. The only thing she knew for certain was that she couldn't let him leave. Though she still couldn't define their relationship, one so vile and raw it frightened her, sadly, it was all she had. She ran across the room and pushed his hand off the knob, sliding in front of the door. He looked confused, conflicted, uncertain about what he should do. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head tilt back. He stood there in silence, his body lifeless. Finally, his eyes opened and his head lowered. 

"I'm tired of bits and pieces." He paused and looked directly into her eyes. "I want it all," he whispered. Becca's breathing stopped. She blinked. 

"Then take it."

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

Becca couldn't tell you how they wound up in the shower, naked, his huge cock pumping wildly inside her bowels as she begged for more...she didn't really care. This was their playground, it's locked door and cold tile walls contained another world where they shared their souls. It kept out the lies that made up their lives and blocked her screams of pleasure from curious ears. "Fuck your whore, you bastard. Fuck her ass good," she gurgled as he pounded his thick meat in and out of her frothy anus. She squealed each time his powerful hand slapped her jiggling buttocks...glowing from his assault as the once small patches of red slowly began to cover her entire ass. He felt bigger than he'd ever been, more vicious, more everything as he churned and stirred her shit hole relentlessly. Becca squatted down slightly, giving him a better angle to ream her ass. Her huge tits hung down like udders, bouncing and swaying in synch to his thrusts. 

"NO," she screamed as he suddenly pulled his cock free, only to moan in pleasure as he pushed his face between her filthy cheeks, driving his tongue deep into her gaping anus. "Oh fuck, you filthy bastard. Eat my dirty ass. Suck it...yessssssssssssssss. That's it, baby." She screamed as another of her countless orgasms washed over her body. Just as her body started to calm down, he slapped her ass even harder, throwing gasoline on the raging fire. Her body bolted up and she twisted around. 

She grinned at him wickedly and leaned back against the wall. Her hands dipped down between her thighs, her panting stopped, her fingers peeled open her puffy vaginal lips. The golden stream of hot urine splashed against his soiled face, streaking the frothy brown scum and washing it down his neck and chest. He leaned forward, following the stream with his open mouth until it clamped over her spurting cunt, filling quickly with the briny fluid as he vainly tried to swallow every drop. As the flow ebbed, his tongue pushed up into her cunt, fucking her quickly to another orgasm, more violent, more powerful. The pleasure rippled through her body like a tsunami, leaving her trembling, her legs too weak to hold her up. He reached up and steadied her until she regained her strength.   

Slowly, he pulled himself up and wrapped his arms around her. They stood in absolute silence. Her eyes were closed, her face pressed into his chest. The earth stopped moving the instant she felt his lips tenderly kiss her forehead. Her eyes flew open in surprise. He'd never done that before and even more shocking was the smile, not wicked, not teasing, but gentle. He reached over and turned the water on, testing it until it was just right, then pulled her with him under the soothing spray. It slowly washed away the filth from their bodies down onto the shower floor. The murky pool swirled around the drain with a soft gurgling sound slowly turned clear. 

She felt his hard cock pressing against her belly, a bit surprised he was still hard. She suddenly realized he hadn't cum. His smile was gone, but the tenderness was still there. He pulled his hips back and bent his knees. The tip of his cock nudged the entrance to her pussy. She trembled slightly. So many thoughts ran through her mind. They'd always been so careful. Jesus, and today could be just the right time...or wrong time. my god. "Are you sure?" he whispered. She'd made up her mind already. She started to speak but suddenly stopped...stunned with an unbelievable realization. Her eyes widened in utter disbelief. 

"It's Jordan...Jordan Wiley," he whispered. 

"Hi Jordan." He laughed first. There were tears on her cheeks before she got her laughter under control. She took a deep breath and stared at him, a bit overwhelmed by the emotions racing through her mind. "Yes," she finally whispered, answering his question. "Now get busy."

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

Charles stood at the kitchen counter. The note was brief...very brief. He found it when he arrived home from work. Her wedding ring had been on top of it, a rather explanatory paper weight. "Good bye. Rebbecca," was all it said.



Becca



My cabin mate Robert and I looked forward to dinner. The fact that there was going to be a business meeting afterward was only a minor drawback. Steak tonight! 

We were exhausted after spending a very long day getting the place ready for the first invasion of kids the next day. We were junior counselors at a summer camp, this was my second year, Robert's first.

We walked to dinner together and while eating spent our time talking to two girls who were counselors at the girls camp across the lake. One of them, a vivacious brunette named Fran, made it a point to mention to Robert that there was a nice clearing between the girl counselor's and the boy's counselors cabins. 

The other, an adorable redhead named Becca, mentioned the meadow had a great view of the lake and with a full moon tonight it would be a great place to relax.I had known Fran and Becca since junior high. Robert met them as high school seniors. 

I had a crush on Becca all the way through school but she did not know I existed. At last summers camp we became friends but barely so. I knew Becca and Fran had been lovers once but although I was sure Fran was gay, I was also sure Becca was not. 

Getting closer to Becca had been my goal in life for quite sometime.

This was Becca's third year as a counselor, Fran's second. All four of us would be college seniors in the fall, Robert and me at the State University, the girls at a private college eighty miles away.

This was the first day of summer camp and I was surprised that Becca and Fran had come over to sit with Robert and me. I panicked for a second thinking Becca was going to put the make on Robert but as it surprisingly turned out it was Fran making moves on him. Apparently my crush on Becca had survived another year. 

Becca pretended to put the make on me just as the camp owners and the head counselor started the meeting. The session included the do's and don'ts for the kids and for the counselors. We were told that while the kids were in camp we were not to fraternize. There was a pause before they went to the next subject. Nearly everyone in the room caught on to the fact that there were no restrictions tonight, there were no kids in camp. 

Only Saturday dinners were coed, again because there were no kids from noon Saturday until two in the afternoon Sunday. The boys filled up the dining hall during the week. The girls dining hall was smaller as their camp was smaller. We had an average of 150 boys in camp and they had around 65 girls.

Immediately after the meeting Robert and I allowed the girls to lead us to the clearing by the lake. They both looked like sexy tomboys and they had each starred in high school athletics. I was stunned that Becca chose me as her escort to the meadow, it was known as "The Make Out Fields" by all the counselors. 

We sat together at first but soon Becca led me a few feet towards the lake. As soon as I sat on the grass she sat on my lap and started kissing me with enthusiasm. Her long legs were astride my hips and she soon began to grind her pussy on my already very hard dick.

I was waiting for the punch line in the joke, after all those years my dreams of her just could not be coming true.

She suddenly removed her t shirt revealing a much larger than expected pair of tits. They were milky white and seemed to glow in the moonlight. I decided that while it lasted I would take advantage of my good fortune as best I could. 

I pulled her to me and tried to devour first one tit then the other. While I was occupied she unbuttoned both our shorts and pulled hers off and mine down enough to free my cock. I was shocked by her aggression. This was the girl I had pined for and never expected to get. Now, suddenly, she wanted to fuck me.

She mounted me with a groan and I suddenly remembered that we were not alone. My eyes found Robert and Fran and saw that she was on her hands and knees, Robert was fucking her hard from behind. I returned my concentration to Becca as she slid my cock in and out of her pussy in long, slow, strokes. My hands went to her tits and I gently mauled them.

Becca stopped completely and gasped for breath. I could feel her cunt muscles spasm. She had cum but I found myself nowhere near mine.

She recovered and stood. She pulled my hand and I also stood, my dick pointing at the moon. As she picked up her t shirt and shorts she made me step out of mine. As she bent over to pick up them up she kissed the head of my dick. It jumped and she giggled. 

We walked to where Fran and Robert were still fucking. Becca stepped in front of Fran and laid down with her pussy directly under Fran's head. Becca motioned for me to straddle her head. I did as instructed and she inhaled my dick in her mouth. It was an awesome feeling. I was naked from the waist down on my hands and knees with my dick being absorbed by a girls mouth. Once when Becca moaned and gently bit on my cock I turned my head and watched Fran lap up Becca's juices from her pussy. 

I heard Robert grunt as he quickly pulled out of Fran's cunt and shoot his load over her back. I concentrated on my ready to burst dick until I felt a tongue licking my ass. I exploded into Becca's mouth. 

She swallowed the first load but then took me out of her mouth and pushed me back enough so my loads were now hitting her tits. 

After some panting and caresses the girls announced they were going back. Robert and I watched as thirty feet from us they stopped, gave us a sexy look, and embraced each other in a deep kiss, complete with tit groping hands. They were still naked. 

Soon they were gone. Becca's lack of concern for my efforts towards her appeared to be because she really was gay. Perhaps this was just a lark for the two girls, maybe daring each other to get a guy tonight. 

My disappointment was short lived. I had been fucked and been sucked off by the girl of my dreams. Maybe it would happen again.

The week went by uneventfully and the following Saturday night Becca immediately claimed the seat next to me as Fran sat next to Robert. Our conversation was mostly about camp events as we ate. When the meeting itself started, however, Becca's hand found its way to my shorts, unzipped the fly, insinuated her hand inside and gripped my dick. 

After I recovered from the surprise I decided two can play this game and quickly pushed the loose material of Becca's shorts to one side and plunged a finger into her pussy. She allowed a sigh to escape which brought the attention of several others to us. It seemed only the girls understood what was going on. We did not attempt to masturbate the other, we were happy with the caresses of our sex organs.

At the end of each meeting there was always a video show featuring the kids that had departed camp that afternoon with as many embarrassing shots of the counselors as could get mixed in. Becca and I stood so we could see the screen above the crowd. One nice sequence showed Robert carrying a boy out of the pool at full speed to the nearest restroom. The boy was doing his best not to throw up. 

Robert had related the incident to me including the fact that they had not quite made it to a stall before the kid threw up.

A short sequence of me holding Wanda the Tarantula in my hand while a very apprehensive boy tried not to run away brought out the usual chorus of "eeews" from most. I was accustomed to being alone in my appreciation of creepy crawlies. Becca had gently jabbed her elbow into my ribs during the sequence.

Another sequence showed Fran and her canoe full of girls in a slow motion rollover. It was very funny and I looked for Fran to see her reaction. I did not immediately see her, I did see Robert, still sitting, his hands moving under the table. As my eyes adjusted I saw Fran under the table sucking Robert's dick. 

Becca was standing in front of me, I had my arms around her waist. I brought her attention to the scene under the table.She watched for a while then leaned over and put her elbows on the table in front of us. She jammed her ass against my groin. I pulled her shorts to the side and again stuck a finger in her pussy. 

She pulled away from it and again jammed her ass at me. It dawned on me it was not a finger she wanted.

We were at a table in the back corner. The only light in the hall was from the projection TV. We were in no ones line of sight to the screen. 

As surreptitiously as possible I pulled my dick out and slid it deeply into her pussy. She arched her back and I began to rub it as if trying to soothe some pain. I moved just enough in my massage on her back that we were doing a good job of fucking.

The girls were amazingly bold. I was absolutely astounded that I had joined them in their bravado.

I saw Fran's hand come up from under the table just far enough to pinch a nipple on Becca's breast. Becca fell into what I now knew was a quiet yet intense orgasm. Fluids bathed my dick. I was on the verge of cumming but did not want to risk pregnancy and could not just let it fly in the dining hall, so I pulled out off Becca's pussy and jammed the head of my dick between the cheeks of her ass.As luck would have it the head of my dick was at her rosebud and my first cum shot flew into it. 

Becca pushed back hard as my second stream invaded her nether opening and the head of my dick went into her ass. I had perhaps four or five more pulses of cum. By the time I was done my dick was buried in Becca's ass.I started to withdraw but Becca pushed herself back into me and hissed "No."

I put one hand around her waist to work on her clit but found a hand already there. I could not tell if it was Becca's or Fran's hand so I just made myself useful by fucking her ass with long, slow strokes. Becca had a somewhat more subdued cum. She then allowed me to withdraw from her ass.

By the time the lights came up Becca was in her seat in front of me and I was standing behind her massaging her shoulders. I was zipped up and so was Robert. Fran was in her seat. She opened her mouth for us to see Robert's cum, then swallowed it. 

The meeting was over and after a quick stop to the restrooms, ( I managed to rinse and wipe my dick without drawing attention), we headed for the meadow. 

We sat together in the meadow, kissing and caressing. Fran was the only one not to have cum during the slide show so Robert ate her pussy while Becca and I watched and cuddled.Becca whispered to me, "I am on the pill so you can cum in my pussy. Or in my ass. Or in my mouth," she giggled.

"You forgot between your tits" I said.

"Oh, yeah, there too."

We watched Robert bring Fran to a nice cum then start on her pussy again. Becca decided we needed to go for a walk. She asked me about the girls I had brought to the meadow last year and she was stunned to hear that I had not graced the meadow until the previous Saturday with her. 

She looked at me incredulously and asked, "Did you even want to come out with a girl out here then?"

I remained silent as my brain digested some newly arrived data and possibilities, starting with the one that she may want me nearly as much as I wanted her. Becca sensed that I was holding back. She kissed me softly, tenderly. 

She said, "You can have me as long as you want, any way you want. I ask for just one thing, don't lie to me."

Busted. Quick decision needed. Did I want Becca for the foreseeable future, (YES!), or was this a two or three week fling, (very likely), soon to be forgotten by her?

I did not think I could survive being dumped by her. Do I tell the truth or continue protecting myself from hurt?

"OK, Yes, I have had a special someone in mind but had never been able get her attention. I think she is gay. Until recently I though she may have hated me."

Becca mulled over what I said and asked "Why do you think she no longer hates you. What has happened?"

I could not very well tell her that since the girl had fucked me and sucked me I had my suspicions it was true so I deflected the question. "You remember how Robert and I competed against each other all the time? We fought over grade point average and batting average. Every school wide race for any student government position we ran against each other. I was convinced he hated me, he was convinced I hated him.

Our freshman year in college we became the new kids on the team and in the classroom. We had to lean on each other to get by. Once we were both on the same side of the eight ball we saw each other differently. In fact we are so much alike some are surprised to learn we are not brothers. He has been my best friend for two years now."

Becca said "Fran and I started out that way. We competed in sports and in boys. Our biggest triumphs were when we could get the other's boy friends attention. At the time I did not know her boyfriends were only for show. Come to think about it, I guess mine were too. We were the last two in the locker room after a game one night. We were wet and naked and in a foul mood after a loss. One thing led to another and we were at each others face ready to start throwing punches. 

We were so close that our tits touched. It was as if a jolt of electricity had gone through me. I thought it was a trick of some kind she had pulled until I saw the look of shock in her face. She had felt it too.

Hesitantly I got closer to her. She closed her eyes. We moaned after our tits touched again. Suddenly we were kissing with abandon. Our tits were crushing each other. Her hand was on my ass and mine was headed there until we heard a polite cough and someone say "Excuse me."

It was our coach. She marched us both into her office and started berating us on our carelessness. She told us in no uncertain terms that if it happened on school grounds again she would turn us in. Fran and I were terrified and held each others hand tightly. The coach softened her voice and said that she was very happy we had come to an understanding. 

She said she hated that her two best students and two best athletes could not get along. She had suspected that there was something underneath the animosity and was glad to see it come out.

She herded us out of her office and making us swear that the public will never see anything. She swatted then caressed our naked asses as we walked out her office door. 

The coach asked us to come see her after graduation if we wanted to visit. 

Fran and I made a point to be at the door of her condo the morning after graduation. We nearly devoured her and we still make love to her at least once each time we return home from college."

"Which coach was that? I asked mostly out of idle curiosity.

Becca looked like she was doing to tell me "None of your business" but suddenly paused. She studied my face closely then said "Ms. Sokoloff."

I sensed that her level of trust in me had been upgraded dramatically. She somehow knew I would never betray her confidence. It was made easier for me knowing and liking Ms. Sokoloff. I already knew she was gay. 

Suddenly alarms started to go off in my head. My ears began to burn. I had to control my breathing. I could not allow the possibility that Becca had deep feelings for me to form in my brain.

"Are you going to seduce this love of yours?" she asked returning to her original line of interrogation. 

There was a slight tremor in her voice.I thought about it and eventually said , "Yes, I am."

Becca's face froze in a forced smile. I had hurt her. I could not believe it. She cared for me.

"Becca, that girl I like, the special one, it's....."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want."

"Becca!. It's you!"

She was stunned. Her mouth was open as if she wanted to say something but could not remember what. I kissed her. She punched me in the shoulder telling me I was not funny. I kissed her again while she struggled to break my embrace. I broke the kiss and while holding her tightly to me I looked into her eyes and reminded her that I had promised never to lie to her.

She studied my face carefully. I kissed her softly and I relaxed my hold on her. She suddenly beat her fists against my chest growling "You better be telling me the truth or I will rip your balls off and ram them up your ass." That outburst was followed by a bone crushing embrace and a loud, deep sob. 

"You are one strange dirty minded broad."

"Yes, but I am your strange dirty minded broad."

And so it would stay.

We walked around the meadow and briefly stopped to watch a fuck here, a blow job there, even a threesome with a girl who couldn't decide which guy she wanted so took them both. 

It was a much more active night than the previous Saturday night. Becca told me that by the end of the camp even the gay couples were out here if only to escape the heat of the cabins.

Becca apologized for acting like a slut. After she had been convinced that I would never take the initiative she set out to seduce me. She did not plan the sex between us the first night or tonight. She just could not help herself. 

Becca said she had wanted me for so long that once we were together it was like a dam burst. She told me she went on the pill for my benefit figuring that I was so damn polite I would let her rape me. 

Becca began to recount her sexual history to me. I stopped her and told her it was not necessary. I also thought to myself that it would bother me greatly. 

Becca insisted because she wanted me to accept all of her as she was, no secrets, and because she did not want us using condoms.

She had fucked three guys, one in high school, (I knew about that one), one her freshman year in college, (three times she said), and one her second year in college. She had lived with that guy the during spring semester but even before spring break their relationship had become one of roommates. 

I was her first in over a year and the only one not using a condom. Mine was the first "real cock" in her ass and the first to cum in her mouth. She added, "And I am disease and drug free, a mild exhibitionist, somewhat bisexual, (she said with a giggle), and crazy about you."

I was pleased that my reaction to her confession had been mild, and very pleased at how little heterosexual experience she had. My mind did not seem to slot other women as competition.

"Your turn" she said

."OK, I had sex with four girls in high school... 

"Becca interrupted and reeled off all four names accurately. I paused in surprise and had to be prompted to continue.

"Two as a freshman, five as a sophomore, (I attended a lot of frat parties), one the fall semester of last year. I used condoms every single time. Drug and disease free, straight, (so far), somewhat of a voyeur. And, oh lets see, oh yeah, crazy about you".

"It does not bother you that I kiss women and eat pussy?"

"Yes it does. I gives me a hard-on every time."

We kissed as we walked which made walking a slow process. When we returned to our original spot we found Fran and Robert completely nude, holding each other closely.

Becca turned to me and undressed me then undressed herself. She sank into the soft grass and held her hands out to me. I covered her body with mine, her hand guiding my very hard cock into her waiting pussy. 

We made love, slowly, with deep passion. Fran and Robert sat up to watch us. Fran was between Robert's legs, he had his arms around her, hugging her to him. The girls exchange loving glances until Becca allowed herself to become completely immersed into our love making. Our orgasms came quietly but with great intensity. We were lovers. 

Becca and I rolled to our sides and kissed. The kisses held promises.

We got up and dressed while Robert and Fran started their own slow fuck. I walked Becca as far down the path to the girls cabins as was allowed. We stopped and embraced. We kissed for a while until we saw Robert and Fran approaching in the distance. I kissed Becca one last time and started walking away. 




Becca



I did not realize I said it until I heard a loud sob from Becca. As I turned towards her she was flying into my arms, kissing every inch of my face. 

"I love you" I had said. I had loved her for seven years and apparently my heart did not want to hold that secret anymore. 

She was telling me she had always loved me between each kiss. There were tears in her eyes. 

When Robert and Fran got to us Becca kissed them and the girls started down the trail home. Robert and I had taken just a few steps when we heard an exited squeal.

"Girls" we said in unison.

A storm roared through the camp that night. It was the silence of the morning that woke me up. The storm was gone and the sun was up. We had to get moving. 

I slapped Robert on the ass to wake him and ran in for a quick shower. Robert was still stumbling sleepily around the cabin when I went out to check the trails.I found broken tree limbs and some minor flooding but nothing that would pose a problem for the kids on the first two trails. The creature cabin had survived the storm and so had all the creatures although several seemed agitated. I managed to calm them down.

The longer trail had two very large trees blocking the path and there were big puddles. A wet raccoon looked at me as if was all my fault. I protested my innocence before it hissed at me and walked off. 

I was on the last leg of the third trail trying to figure out something to do with the trees when I saw her. Becca was hiding behind a bush waiting to pounce on me as I walked by. My heart sang.

I turned as she jumped at me and held her tightly in my arms. We shared a hard kiss that became progressively gentler and sweeter.

"Still love me?" she asked.

"Yep. Still love me?" I asked.

"Yep. I do not have much time. Quick, suck on these for a minute" she said as she lifted her t shirt and exposed her beautiful tits to me.

In the moonlight they had captivated me. Now, in the bright sunlight, I adored them. Her skin was adorned with freckles and her aureoles were puffy and as pink as pink could be. I kissed, sucked and nibbled on each until she very reluctantly pushed me away. 

Becca took five steps towards the side trail that led to the meadow then ran back to me, kissed me with passion, then ran down the path. I was glad to see I was not the only one crazy in love.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. The storm kept nearly fifty boys and half the girl campers home. Schedules were rearranged and counselors were commandeered for storm damage repair and clean up. Most of it was minor stuff except for the dock and the equipment warehouse.

My three trails a day became one with an extended group. Robert had the pool in ship shape and had been given an additional life guard named Barbara to handle the larger number of kids in the pool.

I worked on the dock first as the canoe and raft trips needed it. I decided that it was in such bad shape it would be easier to rebuild it. I took it apart and rebuilt it five feet away piece by piece. I "borrowed" some of the wood that had been taken out of the storage building while another crew repaired its roof. I added a T dock to the end of the pier. There was now enough room for all the canoes to tie up at one time.

Becca had been assigned office and computer duties so I saw her briefly everyday since the main office was upstairs in the large boys dining hall. The first time she walked past me I was knee deep in water repairing and extending the dock. I gave her a modified Mr. Universe pose, (I made it look casual), and ran my tongue between my lips.

She stopped abruptly, looked around for a second, than raised her t shirt just enough to expose a tit. I brought my hand to my heart and groaned. She walked away giggling. 

"I really like this girlfriend" I thought. 

The second time we crossed paths I was returning tools as she was going to the office. I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips as we walked hand in hand. We repeated that at every opportunity.

Both of those acts were very much against the rules especially when there were kids around. The boys would say "Oh, gross." The girls would say "OOOOOH". The camp owner would shake his head, his wife would smile at us.

I wondered aloud why we were getting away with it without being reprimanded. Becca said it was because we were a couple, not a summer romance nor people just looking for somebody to fuck.

We were a couple. Nice.

The two days I spent carving the trees into stair steps and benches kept me away from the main area but Becca came to me with lunch both days. For some reason she really liked to run her hands over my sweat covered chest. She even licked a nipple once which produced an immediate erection. 

She pulled me to where I had piled up some brush, sat me on a stump, pulled each of our shorts to one side and engulfed my dick into her pussy. We did not fuck so much as squirmed against each other. Her orgasm hit at about the forty second mark and mine hit on the forty first. We were easy lays.

We kissed and talked for a while, my dick still in her pussy. We stopped when we heard the approach of a group. Becca stood and repositioned our shorts just as Fran and a group of eight girls joined us. Becca had bragged about my artistry with a chain saw and Fran wanted to see for herself. The girls were fascinated by the stair steps, the stools, the benches but were most impressed with the giant rabbit. I could not take full credit for that, the stump left when the tree broke off already looked like a giant rabbit. I had just trimmed away the parts that did not look like a rabbit.

While the girls were distracted from the corner of an eye I saw Fran run a finger up one of Becca's thighs then suck the finger into her mouth. She said to both of us, "I see you enjoyed lunch. Are you done? Dessert and all?"

I know I blushed when I realized Fran had scooped up my cum off Becca's leg and eaten it, but Becca said "It has been my most favorite lunch of the summer so far. And I really loved dessert."

After a quick kiss from Fran and a not so quick kiss from Becca, (amid a chorus of OOOOOH), Fran and Becca rounded up the girls and marched them back to camp while I tried to calm my head enough not to maim myself with the chain saw. 

Saturday evening brought two enormous surprises. The owner wife, Mrs. Green, sat next to Becca during dinner and they had a lengthy conversation. The conversation was conducted at near whisper level, requiring the ladies to lean towards each other to be heard. I noticed Mrs. Green's hands were on Becca's thigh. I saw Becca's hand was high up Mrs. Green thigh with fingers caressing the crotch.

A couple of times they stopped and looked at me. Becca seemed to be looking at me with pride, the lady looked at me with some affection. 

Their conversation ended but before I could ask Becca what it was all about Fran plopped herself breathlessly on a chair and said, "Guess what?"

Before Becca had a chance to take a guess Fran said, "Fiona asked me to come over for some wine."

Fiona was our blonde amazon "Keeper of the Lake." She was voluptuous, very tall, model and/or pornstar beautiful, depending on the gender of the observer. Cold as ice described her normal demeanor. 

We knew she was part owner of the camp but exactly what her duties were was a mystery to me. Legend had it that once while jogging an attacker attempted to drag her into the woods. She kicked her run into a higher gear and kept teasing him with the possibility of catching her until he eventually gave up. 

She stopped, walked back to where the would be rapist was gasping for breath and beat him within and inch of his life. The guy was grateful to see the state trooper arrive.

Fiona was the holy grail for nearly all the counselors, male and female. I was leery of her. I knew for a fact that the attacker story was true. My uncle was the state trooper that hauled him away.

Still I was happy for Fran. Fiona had apparently had never bothered with anyone at the camp before. The last three weeks of camp were going to be very interesting for Fran.

I had to ask, "What about Robert? He will be disappointed."

"Not really. I fixed him up with Barbara. I went to him when Becca decided she was not going to wait for you to make the first move anymore. I was not after Robert. I like Robert and it was a surprise to me that I liked fucking him but Becca will tell you I am 99% gay. 

I told Robert at the beginning and he was fine with that. He is a gentle and considerate lover. Barbara is a virgin. She wants to lose her cherry. Robert will be performing that service for her tonight. As for me, I expect to be literally eaten alive."

We laughed at that line as we searched the room for Robert and Barbara. They were just coming into the room and it was obvious to us the mission had already been accomplished. 

It was also obvious that the act would be repeated many times before the summer was done. Their eyes shone only for each other. We patted Fran on her back and congratulated her on her good deed. 

The meeting portion of the evening started and the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Green, praised us for making it through a difficult week. They brought us up to date on the numbers and said they had offered space to the kids that could not make it because of the storm. The next three weeks will be crowded he said. He allowed a collective groan to die away then added, "So we hired additional counselors to help us out."

After a collective sigh of relief he said, "There will be a few changes in cabin assignment to accommodate the new people. They will be here early in the morning and we have assigned a couple of you to make them welcome and get them ready for the kids arrival.

A few questions were asked about reassignments but each person asking was told there was no change in their assignment.

Becca and Fran behaved all through the meeting. It occurred to me Becca's mission had been accomplished too. I knew myself well enough to realize that if she had not come after me aggressively she would still be waiting for my first move. 

The meeting was over and Becca and I started out with the others but were stopped by Fiona, (of all people). She said the Greens wanted to talk to us. I was surprised to hear a British accent in her voice. It dawned on me it was the first time I had heard her speak. 

Fran was standing so close to Fiona that their opposite arms were in full contact. We watched as four nipples came to attention. Fiona touched Becca gently on the shoulder and gave us a genuine smile, the first I had seen on her face in two summers. 

She turned to walk out as Fran gave Becca a quick kiss on the cheek. As she turned to follow Fiona she said to Becca "I'll take a raincheck on him."

As we walked in the direction of the Greens we saw Fran fall in step behind Fiona. 

I gave Becca a questioning look which she tried to ignore with an innocent expression. I stopped and prepared to wait her out. Finally she said, "OK, I had to promise her a turn with you to get her to distract Robert. I only had to pay if I won you and at the time it seemed like a good idea. 

Soon after she and I became lovers I told her I was not gay, I loved a guy. It took her a while to get your name out of me but when she did she told me she had always wanted to fuck you too. I laughed it off knowing how gay she was. 

She was going to collect tonight. I guess I still owe her."

I gave Becca a fake sigh of resignation and said, "Well, OK. But only as a threesome."

Becca gave me a radiant smile as she squeezed my hand in hers.

We sat at a table with the owners and as Mr. Green was shuffling papers his wife became impatient with him and told us we had been promoted to senior counselors. They were proud of the way we pitched in and did many things not in our normal field just because they needed to be done. She pushed papers across for us to sign. 

I was stunned. I decided that the conversation between Mrs. Green and Becca must have been over this. That turned out to be a wrong assumption.

Mr. Green then told us that we would be in charge of the new people. He gave us their files and said, "I do not see a problems there but let me know ASAP if either of you do." 

He shook my hand as he stood and went to a different table to talk to other senior counselors.

Mrs. Green walked us out and as soon as we got out of the door Becca hugged her hard and kissed her on the lips. 

After Becca released her Mrs. Green said, "Be careful sweetheart. He might think we had some hanky-panky going."

Becca looked at me and said "In all seriousness I swear, we have not fooled around, (pause), not since my first year, (pause), mostly."

Mrs. Green swatted her butt and walked back into the hall muttering something that sounded like "I still love you anyway".

We walked in the direction of the senior counselor cabins. They were arranged in a circle between the boys and girls camp. The owners house was in the middle of the circle. Becca walked us to the cabin at the back of the loop. 

Our package of papers included an envelope with a key. We opened the door and found we were in a one bedroom house. It was very nice with a living room, a kitchen with a dining area, and a bedroom with a queen size bed. It even had a fireplace.

I was happy for Becca but wondered about my cabin. I knew all the others in the circle were occupied. I watched as Becca picked up her bag, (it had been waiting for her in the bedroom), and started putting her stuff away. She turned and looked at me and smiled. 

Then I noticed my bag on the bedroom floor. I felt my face go flush. Becca dropped her stuff and jumped into my arms."Mrs. Green pulled it off," she said. "She wrote us down as partners with just our initials. Funny isn't it. We could share this if we were the same sex partners but not a male female couple."

"Did you lock the door?"

"Yes."

I undressed us in less than twenty seconds and was devouring her pussy in another three. The rest took a long, long time. My mouth was covered with her cum juices by the time I kissed my way up her body. I took my time savoring her tits.

As I slowly penetrated her pussy with my dick it occurred to me that this was our first proper fuck, in a bed, indoors, with the lights on.

I stopped stroking and pushed my way off her chest to look at her. She was beautiful. I kissed her softly. Her hands caressed every inch of my body she could reach.She pulled me down to her and kissed me lovingly. I resumed slowly stroking my dick in and out of her pussy until passion overwhelmed us. We fucked hard. 

Her first big cum startled me. Up to now every orgasm she had for me had been quiet. Tonight she let loose a loud, guttural groan while digging her fingernails into my ass. 

My dick felt like a rock. I was going to last forever. Then she gently licked my ear and I lost complete control. I gushed so much cum that it ran out of her pussy and down her ass. Her orgasms had gushed fluids from her body that covered my balls. 

I pushed my upper body away so we could breathe better but kept a long slow stroke into her pussy until my dick gave up the ghost and fell out.

I slid next to her and we lay on our backs holding hands. I wondered if this was what a honeymoon was like.

The fluids under our butts began to make us feel uncomfortable and we found the strength to get up.

Junior counselor cabins had one set of linens per bed. We hoped that our new home had more than one. It did. I did my first bed linen exchange with a naked woman. I will keep that memory too.

After putting our stuff away in drawers and the tiny closet we took a shower together. Our emotions kept spilling over. She put her head on my chest and held me tightly while she sobbed. I found that I could release some of the pressure in my heart by telling her I loved her. Unfortunately that only caused her to hold me even tighter and sob louder.

Even the senior counselors cabins have small water heaters. We were soon screaming as the very cold water hit our skin and ran us out the shower. We broke into laughter and helped dry each other off. The cold water snapped us out of whatever state we were in. 

We went to the kitchen hoping to find something to drink and something to snack on. Nothing. Empty cupboards and empty refrigerator. 

We could see that the lights in the main hall were still on and dressed quickly to go raid the kitchen. As we approached one of the newer girl counselors was leaving the hall. She gave us a nervous hello and walked on. In the hall we found Mrs. Green looking a bit rumpled. 

Becca smiled at her and pointing a finger said, "OOOOOH, I'm gonna tell." She gave Mrs. Green a deep searching kiss and when she broke it she said, "Ha! Just as I thought. Pussy breath." Then kissed her again, this time with tender affection.

Mrs. Green finally spoke asking what were we doing there.

Becca said, "Our new home has no food or drinks. We came to raid the kitchen."

"Let me unlock it. You may need one of those boxes" Mrs. Green said to me while pointing at several lined up by the door.

We picked enough stuff to get us through the week while Becca grilled Mrs. Green about the sweet young thing of this summer. Mrs. Green told Becca, "The girl was so shy it has taken me until tonight to seduce her. Once I did the girl went nuts. I thought she was going to crawl into my pussy. I thought she was going to bite my tits off. In self defense I had to spend most of the night with my mouth on her pussy."

"That was so brave of you" Becca told her with a nearly straight face.

"Heroic" I added in the spirit of things.

Mrs. Green hugged Becca tenderly and kissed on the cheek. "Sometimes I really miss you, especially during storms like the one last Saturday night. You are my favorite reason for coming back here every summer. I love you and don't you forget it."

Becca kissed her lips gently and said "I love you too."

I picked up the box to carry it outside and afford them some privacy. Becca stopped me and told me to sit down she wanted me to know exactly who Mrs. Green was.

She related her first trip to camp as a gawky kid. She had no luck making friends and began to wish she could go home. Mrs. Green found her alone in one of the girls dorms, crying. The woman stayed with her until she had convinced her that all Becca had to do to make friends was not to try. That she was such a neat kid the others would come to her to be her friend.

Becca relaxed and sure enough by the time she got on the bus to go home several girls were asking her to sit with them.

She had come back every year since then and after her high school graduation she was hired as a counselor. Becca came to that camp early because she wanted to do a good job for Mrs. Green but mainly to spend time with her.

She had the cabin by herself for nearly a week. One day, while Mrs. Green and Becca were walking the woods, a sudden storm blew up. Soaked they ran into Becca's cabin, the nearest unlocked building. They removed their wet clothes and waited out the storm. They cuddled together. They kissed. They made love. They managed to make love to each other several times that summer. 

The next year Fran was introduced to Mrs. Green in every way. This year it was the sweet young thing we had passed on our way there. Becca concluded, " The fact that I can walk into any situation and handle it I owe to her. My self reliance I owe to her. You, I owe to her."

I blinked at that last line, questions written on my face that Mrs. Green promptly answered."Her first year after high school I asked her why she did not have a boyfriend. She told me it was because, He does not know I exist. 

After I learned who it was I contacted friends at your high school who told me that while some people thought of you as standoffish they knew you were just shy, and very, very reserved. You never belonged to a clique, you never put anybody down. You got a college scholarship for academics, not sports. You were perfect for my Becca. You received a job offer for this camp out of the clear blue the following summer. I thought if Becca was too chicken to do anything about the situation I would. 




Becca



That summer you treated Becca like a fragile work of art. You were afraid to get too close because something might break. It was as clear as could be to me you were in love with her. Dumbo here never came close to believing me on that. 

It never occurred to you to ask her out to the meadow. I spent the summer trying to get Becca to take you there herself. She worried when you disappeared on Saturday nights. She just knew you were in the meadow with someone but admitted she and Fran never saw you there. The summer ended and the best she managed was to get you on the dance floor on our last night of camp. This year I threatened to beat her ass with my tennis racket if she did not plop herself next to you on our very first day and take you to the meadow later. 

I told her that a counselor named Margaret had her eye on you and even though she knew Margaret was not the kind of girl you would be interested in she felt she could not risk it. The rest is history."

"Not exactly", I said. "Let me tell you the rest of the story. Becca, I know one of the things that made you a star athlete was your concentration. Unfortunately that never allowed you to scan the stands. Had you done so you would have seen me there. I missed less than ten of your games during your three varsity years. 

By the way, by our senior year Coach Sokoloff knew I had a crush on you. Your affair with Fran was going strong so she probably did not think it would be worthwhile to bring it up."

"I saw you in the stands" Becca said. "I thought you were watching Maryanne, or Pam, or just a fan of the team. I did not allow myself to think you were there because of me."

"I was standing behind you as you were telling Pam that you had accepted a date to the prom from Chad", I continued. "It happened as I was about to ask you to be my date. Remember Pam asked me with whom I was going to the prom and I answered no one has asked me. You both laughed at the line. 

As I walked away Pam joined me and floored me by asking me to be her date to the prom. You and Chad dated steadily for the rest of the school year so I stayed away not wanting to cause any trouble. I dated Pam for a while, hoping she would tell me when you became free. She knew it was you I wanted."

Becca was horrified. She shouted " The only date I had with Chad was to the prom. He bragged to everyone that he took my cherry and I hated him for ruining the experience for me.

He told everyone I could not get enough of him. We only fucked once. It took a strong talk from my father to get him to leave me alone and shut the fuck up. Pam knew all of this. She did not tell you? Shit, I'm going to kill her."

Mrs. Green consoled her as I continued. "Your father was not the only one to have a talk with Chad. After I heard him brag about nailing you I asked him politely to keep such things to himself. When he challenged me I lost my temper completely. 

His black eye and broken nose were not delivered by your father. Just his broken rib.

The summer I came back from college I had gained some confidence and called you at home. Your mother told me you were working a summer camp and would be gone most of the summer. After she had given me all the data I needed to find the camp I drove out here the following Saturday. 

But I never came up with anything I could say to you that did not paint me as a stalker, so I drove back home."

"Black Mustang convertible, tan top?" asked Mrs. Green.

"Yes."

"We wondered who that was." 

Mrs. Green turned to Becca and said, "The security cameras picked him up. His top was up so we could not see him clearly. We saw a young man talking to himself. He stayed about thirty minutes and drove off without ever getting out of the car."

"Did your mother tell you I called?"

"Yes, she told me somebody called but could not remember the name. I had always assumed it had been Chad," she said throwing her arms up.

"Last summer I found a notice for camp workers in the mail. I applied but was surprised I was accepted since I had no experience with kids. Now I know how I got the job, " I said with a nod to Mrs. Green. 

"As a Biology major Mr. Green put me in charge of the trail walks and the nature talks. I found myself loving it. I was always around you but you were always surrounded by friends, especially Fran. I did not know anybody here except you two and I could not get close to you. I assumed you did not want me around so I decided to immerse myself in the job. 

After dinner on Saturdays I walked the trails and caught creatures to use in the nature classes. My Saturday dates were with snakes, lizards, and frogs. If you search your memory of the last day, it was me who initiated our dance. Until this summer it had been the highlight of my life."

Silence greeted my confession. It had been the longest speech of my life not to involving Nature. Finally Becca asked with a sigh, "So, how long have you been in love with me?"

"Since the ninth grade."

Becca screamed in agony or frustration. Or both. She came to me and beat me on the chest then screamed "You owe me seven years of loving. The day you decide you don't love me anymore you will have to stop for a second and remind yourself, Oops I owe her seven more years."

She stopped beating my chest and held me tightly. 

"Gawd I love you so much."

"Now you tell me."

She went back to beating on my chest. I hugged her to me and we swayed in each others arms for a while. We suddenly noticed we were alone. Mrs. Green had slipped out of the hall.

Becca and I collected our supplies and headed back home. As we reached the steps we found a bottle of wine and a note. "Good night to get drunk don't you think." It was signed T. G.

"Her first name is Teresa" Becca explained.

We saw shadows walking towards the junior counselor's cabins. It was about the time for all to vacate the meadow.

As we entered our "first home" Becca glanced at the large cabin by the lake and jokingly wondered if Fran was still alive.

I fixed us glasses of wine as Becca began to go over the resumes of our new counselors.There were three guys and two girls. One of the guys would be replacing me, (a note said it would be my choice). 

One girl was to be Becca's replacement, (her choice). All were nineteen and between high school and college. They all said the right things and had passed a background check.

Becca fixed us sandwiches as I fixed two more drinks. We cuddled on the sofa and listened to music from my small CD player. 

It felt like a quiet night at home by a long married couple. The kind of couple that rinses the dishes together, turn out the lights, then goes to bed and tries to fuck each others brains out. Every night. 

The kind of married couple that never spends a single night apart until the world ends. We were to be that couple.

We drove the eighty miles between our schools every weekend our senior year. Well I drove forty six and she drove thirty four, there was a cheap motel there.

Every holiday we alternated homes and parents to stay with. After spring break she attended a recruiting event at her school and called urging me to go meet her ASAP. I was there at noon and found myself eating lunch with a small redheaded woman. She was recruiting for teachers and asked me to give her my student ID as we ate.

Before I got back to my campus Becca and I had jobs with the Felicity School District. So did Fran.

We married then moved to Felicity and found ourselves in heaven. Fran found herself in a place better than that for a lesbian even before Fiona moved into town.

We had lived there for ten years and had two daughters when the town moved. Strangely it affected our lives very little.



Becca & Daniel: Dirty Laundry



"Okay mom, just please be careful! The lightning is terrible tonight" said Becca, as she held the phone to her shoulder while collecting the various laundry piles scattered about the bedroom and bathroom.

"I know mom, I know. He already said he'd stay with me and watch out for things until the morning. Just please get there soon and be careful!" she continued, with worry in her voice.

"Okay mom, I love you too! Oh and make sure they give you a good room with a window so you can see how the weather goes!"

"Okay, bye!"

"So she's getting a hotel room I assume?" asked Daniel, as he too collected some laundry in his arms.

"Yeah, she ran into flood waters and can hardly see with the rain, so she's going to stay at the Comfort Inn in Norfolk tonight" answered Becca.

"So it looks like it's just going to be the two of us, eh babe?"

Becca looked up at Daniel with a slight grin and curiosity. "Yeah, I guess it will. Just the two of us...and this damn laundry."

Daniel laughed, "well I believe that's just about the last of it."

"Okay, well I'll go ahead and put it in the washer then. Go ahead and head on back the TV, I'll be there in just a minute" said Becca, as she headed to the washer with the two full baskets.

Daniel went to the couch and began browsing through the remaining channels, as the storm had already blocked the reception from most.

Becca began loading the clothes into the washer, muttering about the mountain that was there to be done.

"Well hell, I might as well throw what I got on in there too. After all, I can just go find a clean pair of pajamas out of the dresser" she then continued "Daniel, don't look! I'm going to throw my clothes into the washer and grab a pair of pajamas in a minute!"

He raised his eyebrows in delight. "Are you serious babe? I can't even have a sneak peek?"

"Oh behave boy, I'll give you a glance when I walk by!" She had a smile on her face and self satisfaction knowing that she was turning him on so easily.

After checking around the corner to make sure Daniel was still on the couch, Becca unbuttoned the front of her jeans, before shimmying them down her beautifully smooth legs to her ankles. She stepped up and out of them, and adjusted the black lacey panties that clung around her sexy butt tightly. She then pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, as her curly blonde hair came flowing back down to her shoulders. She adjusted her matching black C-cup bra as it held in her gorgeous breasts, which practically begged for a loving touch. Her eighteen year old body looked absolutely angelic, as the light from the living room gleamed off of her tanned skin, lighting up her beautiful figure.

As she resumed loading the washer, Daniel decided he could no longer wait to see her come prancing by. He snuck to the corner of the doorway, and looked in at her as she had her back turned. She bent over to pick up the next handful from the basket, somehow managing to keep her amazing legs perfectly straight. This showed off her curvy ass, as Daniel soon noticed a bulge in his pants. As she stood up he noticed a slight shift in her lacey panties. Once she dropped in the clothes, and bent back down, he quickly noticed that one side of her glistening shaved womanhood was on display. As he continued to stare, he realized he could no longer resist the temptation.

Quietly, he tiptoed in behind her as she continued with the laundry. Now, within inches of her luscious ass, he reached forward and ever so gently ran his hand across the lace that covered her most secret of places. She jumped a little, as she was startled by the feeling. 

This was immediately followed by a moan of ecstasy, as he now pushed against her.

He whispered, "Does that feel good baby?"

"Yes baby; oh my god yes it does" she moaned, as she reveled in the lust of his touch.

He then pushed two of his fingers past her panties, and gently into her awaiting pussy.

She braced herself up against the washer, as she was still bent over, almost at a ninety degree angle. She bit her bottom lip and let out a moan of pleasure.

"Oh my god baby, your fingers feel sooo damn good!"

Pretty soon the sounds of her slick wet cunt could be heard as he continued to finger-fuck her at an ever-increasing speed. He took his free hand and began to spank her ass, only adding to her pleasure.

"That's right baby! Please spank my ass hard! I want you so bad!" she yelled, trying to talk through her heavy breathing.

He then grabbed both sides of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles, exposing every curve of her gorgeous ass. He then kissed all over both of her ass cheeks, and worked his way down to her soaking cunt. He flicked his tongue across her opening, causing her to go wild. She then bucked into his face, as he shoved his tongue into her tight little hole.

"Oh fuck yeah baby! Eat out my tight little pussy! I wanna lick my cum from all over your face!" Becca screamed, as she was overcome with the burning desire for him.

Daniel then rubbed his fingers across her clit, sending her into overdrive. He kept up this rhythm as she continued to buck into his face, before she finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Right there baby! Right there! That's it! I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum all over you! AHHHHH!"

Becca let out a scream as a wave of sweetness came rushing out of her soaked cunt onto Daniel's face. He continued to lick her, causing her to buck every time he slightly grazed her sensitive clit. He finally stood up after taking all of her juices.

She then turned around and lunged at him with a kiss of pure passion. Their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths, as she licked around his mouth and chin for her cunt juices. 

She began to undo his belt, button, and zipper that held up his jeans. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his chest. She kissed him again, this time moving her way down his neck and across his chest. As she continued to move down, he reached behind her and unfastened the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her beautiful breasts spilled out, as they bounced freely against his abs. She then dropped to her knees, pulling his jeans down to his ankles, allowing him to step out of them before continuing to kiss his abs.

"You are so beautiful baby" he told Becca, as she was completely naked on her knees in front of him, with her bright blonde hair tucked behind one ear.

She smiled, and began to kiss around the waistband of his underwear, gently massaging the bulge that lay beneath it. She once again kissed down further, now kissing the bulge itself. Daniel let out a groan of pleasure, in awe of the feeling her lips could cause him.

After teasing him like this for several minutes, Becca grabbed a hold of his waistband, and pulled it down and off of him. She looked up at him and grinned, as the head of his rock hard dick was within an inch of her mouth. She then wrapped her fingers around the shaft, and began to pump him. He ran his fingers through her hair and moaned, as she gently slid the head into her mouth.

"Oh my god baby, please suck me hard!" Daniel moaned in pleasure, as Becca looked up at him with her innocent eyes.

She then pulled on his hips, causing his shaft to gradually slip further and further into her mouth. She sucked him with pure desire and lust, wanting him to fill her mouth with his cock. As she continued to slide deeper onto it, he tightened his grip on her hair. She smiled, and suddenly forced the rest of him into her.

"AHHHH BAAABBYYY! You're so damn hot! Oh my God!" he screamed.

He felt the head of his cock touch the back of her throat, which nearly made him cum. She pulled herself off of him, gasping for her breath.

"Was that good baby? Do you like seeing your thick cock jammed down my throat?" Becca whispered sensually.

Daniel then gripped her hair and forced her back on his cock. She quickly moaned as it slid to the back of her throat. He then pulled it out, and repeatedly pushed it back into her throat, watching her nose and chin come all the way up against his body. She moaned with pleasure as he rhythmically shoved his cock in and out of her mouth, before she finally couldn't take the desire anymore.

She suddenly stood up and lunged at him again with the most passionate kiss either of them had ever felt.

"I want you to take me, Daniel." She managed to say, between the tangling of their tongues and lips.

Daniel suddenly stopped and looked into her eyes and put a hand on her cheek. "Are you sure baby?" he whispered.

"I've never been more sure babe." She answered, smiling before diving back against his lips.

Daniel then picked her up and carried her over to the washer. Becca sat up on it and pulled him to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him up against her.

Just then he stopped and looked at her again. "I love you so much baby." He whispered as she kissed him yet again.

"I love you too." She whispered into his ear, realizing what was about to happen.

Daniel then reached down and positioned himself against her opening. She moaned with desire as he began to rub it up and down against the moisture of her cunt. She reached around to his lower back, and pulled him into her.

"Oh...oh my...oh my God." She whispered, as he gently slid himself into her.

She then dug her fingernails into his back, and thrust against him. This caused the full length of his shaft to plunge deep into her.

"AAAHHHH! Holy shit baby! OH...MY....GOD that feels sooo good! Please baby, take my virginity!" she screamed out, before plunging her tongue back into his mouth.

Both Daniel and Becca began to move their hips at a gradually increasing speed, causing the pleasure to reach unreal levels. He then laid her back, continuing to thrust into her while sucking on her luscious tits.

This drove her absolutely wild, as she screamed his name and clawed his back hard enough to leave scratches. He then reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled against it, sending her passion through the roof.

As their bodies continued to be intertwined, they were overcome with lust. The only sounds to be heard were the sounds of heavy breaths and moans, accompanied by the sloshing sound of Becca's juices gliding across the surface of Daniel's thick cock.

"Please Daniel! Don't stop!" Becca screamed, as she couldn't get enough of the feeling of his cock inside of her tight, newly fucked cunt.

He kissed her passionately and, without hesitation, began to hammer her as hard as he possibly could.

"Baby I want to fill up your cunt with my hot cum!" he yelled.

Becca screamed in pleasure, "Yes baby! Oh god, please! I want you to cum in me too baby! Please cum in me sooo deep! I NEED IT!"

"You want it Becca!? You want it!?" he said, as he neared the point they longed after.

"Yes Daniel, please! I want it now! She answered.

As they locked lips again Becca finally couldn't take any more. Her cunt tightened around Daniel's cock, milking it for all it was worth.

"OHHH DANIEL! AHHHHHH!" she screamed, sending him over the edge.

He too finally lost all control and came deep inside of her now dripping cunt.

"AHHHHHH BECCA! THAT'S IT! OH MY GOD!" he moaned in pleasure.

The two of them then once again kissed passionately, as their bodies remained intertwined and soaked.

"I love you so much baby." Daniel whispered into her ear.

"I love you too Daniel." Becca responded with a smile. "And just think, this is only the beginning."

They then got up and went over to the couch and lay together naked, before falling asleep.



Becca and Her Father



Copyright 2008 Sethp all rights reserved.

Story Edited by the amazing Meg1 and dedicated to a real life Becca


Becca hurried down the street towards the family store, dodging pedestrians and traffic alike. Maybe she had taken on too much course work in college. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get out of the writing lab on time.

Her father would be furious. Ever since her mother's sudden illness and hospitalization, Becca's father had heaped more and more responsibility for the family business upon Becca's already too full plate. She was trying as hard as she could, but no matter what she just couldn't satisfy her father. Being late today, with the electronics convention across the street, was definitely the worst day to be late.

Becca rushed into the door of the family coffee shop and was dismayed to see the tiny place filled to capacity, and her father frantically trying to make a half a dozen lattes, work the register and take more orders. The yuppies from the electronics convention across the street were as loud and obnoxious as Becca imagined that they would be and the shop was in complete chaos.

She hurried around the counter, grabbing an apron from the wall as she did so. Her father gave her a disapproving grunt as his greeting. It was a hellish four hours of work until the shop closed and the last of the conventioneers went home for the night. The little shop had made a windfall from the out of town visitors at the convention, but Becca could clearly see that her father was still pissed off at her, as they cleaned up and counted the receipts for the day.

"Dad. I'm sorry I was late today. You know I had to finish the test today and I ran all the way here." Becca offered. "I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, you are sorry Becca." He retorted angrily. "You know how important this business is to me and to our family. Are your classes paying for your mother's mounting medical bills?" He continued angrily. "I don't think so. You need to get your priorities straight and stop being so selfish." His constant put downs were worse than any slap in the face.

They finished closing up the shop in awkward silence. On the way home Becca's father stopped at the liquor store to pick up some beer and whiskey. Since Becca's mother went into the hospital, he seemed to drink himself into a blackout every night. She didn't even know how he was able to function during the day with as much as he drank at night.

Once they arrived at home home, Becca retired to her room to do some reading and check her story comments on Literotica. She had submitted two short stories and was very proud of herself for taking the plunge. She really enjoyed writing. It was one of her few joys in life, and one she desperately needed with her home life in such turmoil.

Becca had been reading for hours and was surprised to see that it was already eleven o'clock. It was way past time to get a drink of water from downstairs and get to bed. On her way down the stairs, Becca heard a grunt from the living room. Her dad was still awake, but what was he doing? Usually he was passed out by now.

Becca peered over the banister into the living room. Her father was sitting on his recliner in front of the TV and he had his cock in his hand! Her father was jacking himself off right out in the open in the living room. Becca was shocked and stunned into immobility. She couldn't move or take her eyes away from the shocking scene below her.

Her father was slowly stroking his very large, thick cock. He was leaning all the way back with his eyes closed and moaning as he pleasured himself.

"Oh....that's it...Just like she used to do...."

Becca wondered who he was thinking about and who he was talking about. She soon found out.

"Oh that's it Becca...I need you so bad...ahhhh...." With a final soft groan, her dad started to cum. His cock shot six ropes of jism onto his stomach and hands. When he was finished there was cum all over his shirt and hands. Becca peeled her eyes away and crept back upstairs into her room.

Becca started to cry. Why was her dad doing that? He was masturbating and calling out her name? Was it just because he missed her mother and he was just drunk? Becca knew that with the illness and the hospitalization, that it must have been seven months since her father had had any kind of sexual contact. He must be so lonely and so depressed. She was starting to see him in a whole new light. Life was so cruel.

The next morning was Saturday, and Becca didn't have any classes. She arose extra early to make some coffee and breakfast for her father. When he groggily made his way down to the kitchen, he almost smiled in surprise at the food laid out before him.

"Thanks honey. This is nice." He said as he reached out and gave her a hug. 

Becca stepped around to the other side of the table to avoid her father's embrace. She may have come to a new realization of the hard ships that her father was facing, but she was still extremely disturbed by what she had witnessed the night before. She couldn't bring herself to have him touch her. Not yet.

Her father didn't seem to notice the intentional avoidance, and if he did, he didn't mention it. The two finished their breakfast in silence and made their way out to the garage and into the Dodge Durango that had been the family vehicle for the better part of eight years. It still ran like new.

They opened the coffee shop and made their way through another Saturday. Becca was alternately filled with compassion and disgust the entire day. She loved her father and wanted nothing but the best for him, but she couldn't come to grips with the previous evening's events. It wasn't so bad, she thought, Becca certainly masturbated on a regular basis and some of the dreams she had been having were very explicit.

They closed up shop and headed home again. Again her father stopped by the liquor store for beer and whiskey. Once home they had a quiet meal together and Becca retired to her room again to read. She spent most of the night surfing the net. It was getting close to midnight when Becca heard a crash from downstairs. She hurried out of her room and down the stairs.

Her father was totally sloshed, and had fallen over onto one of the small wooden coffee tables, sending bottles crashing all over the place. He wasn't hurt but Becca definitely needed to get him up and into bed. 

"Come on dad. I think it's time you hit the sack." She told him helping him to his feet.

"Sorry babe....I..." His voice trailed off as he concentrated on getting onto his feet. 

Becca felt really uneasy. The only person her dad ever called babe was her mother.

Becca pulled her father up and with his arm over her shoulder; she helped him up the stairs. He was very unsteady on his feet, and they almost tumbled down to the first floor a couple of times. She had to brush his hands away from her ample bosom once. She wasn't sure if he had groped her on purpose or it was just an accident. After the night before she couldn't be sure of anything.

Becca finally got her father firmly on his bed. As she was leaving his room, she looked back; she couldn't help but notice that he had a sizeable bulge in the front of his Dockers. Was that for her?

That night Becca dreamed of being ravaged by an older man on a tropical island. She was so wet and she had been without physical contact for so long. She needed release. She groaned as her lovers cock impaled her again and again, faster and faster. She was finally going to cum.

Becca's eyes popped open in a panic. Her father's face was right in front of her, his eyes closed. Becca's entire body shuddered in orgasm. This wasn't a dream. He was really fucking her and she was pinned beneath him. She couldn't move. He had snuck into her room in the middle of the night and was having sex with her. He had made her cum! Her own father.

He groaned and Becca could feel him ejaculating inside her. His body tensed and then he collapsed onto her. Becca struggled to roll out from underneath him and then she ran to the bathroom and broke down. He had forced himself on her while she was asleep and had made her cum. No, no, no...this couldn't be happening. This couldn't have happened. She rocked herself back and forth alone in the bathroom.

Becca slept that night on the cold, tile floor of the upstairs bathroom. Her father never came to see how she was or disturb her. She had no idea when she had fallen asleep or how long she had slept. She heard her father in the kitchen downstairs, getting ready for another day at the shop. Becca climbed into the shower and got ready herself.

When Becca had dressed and made her way down to the kitchen. She wasn't sure how she should react or what she would do if her father talked or looked at her. She might break down and start crying or she might scream and attack him or she might run out the front door and never return. As all of these thoughts were running through her head, he did look at her though and he spoke.

"You ready hon? We both slept in more than we should have this morning and we're running a little bit late." He said matter of factly. 

Had he no memory of last night or was he just cruel? What did he think when he awoke sprawled out on her bed with her nowhere in sight? Did she dream last night?

Becca just nodded and followed him out to the old Dodge in the garage in a daze. They rode to the shop in silence. Maybe he had staggered back to his room before he awoke and didn't know what had happened. He was certainly prone to blackouts when he drank and now Becca knew that he was prone to walking and much more in his sleep as well. 

They arrived at the shop an hour before it opened, as usual, and started to set up for the day's customers. Becca was kneeling on the floor with her head and arms in a cupboard by the register pulling out some decaf coffee from Africa. She heard footsteps behind her and she absently reached behind her to hand him one of the small bags. He didn't take it.

Becca pulled back out of the cupboard and turned around only to find that she was staring at her father's cock. He was hard and leaking precum onto the floor. Becca was in shock and opened her mouth to protest but her father took that opportunity to slide his cock into her mouth. 

As he slid his cock forward, Becca's father grabbed her head hard entwining his fingers in her long hair and started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. Becca was powerless to resists or move as she was being fucked in her mouth. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was her last boyfriend, to imagine that it was anyone except her own father. Becca's thoughts were jarred back to reality as she gagged. He had pushed his cock to the back of her throat and just when she thought she was going to stop breathing he pulled back out. 

Becca gasped for air and then her mouth was invaded again. This time the thrusts were much harder and more intense, however she was relieved to find that he wasn't pushing as far into her throat. The hands gripping her head and hair tightened causing her pain but she didn't have time to think about the pain as his cock erupted into her mouth and throat. His ejaculate was too much for Becca and she had to swallow it. When he was done cumming, Becca's father pulled his cock out of her mouth, and stuffed it back into his pants.

With Becca kneeling on the floor, face beet read and cum leaking out of her mouth, he looked down and spoke to her.

"Becca, I'm sorry but I have needs. I'm half out of my mind and I need you. I know that I made you cum last night and that I can bring you pleasure. I know you enjoyed it." He continued. "Let's get ready for business."

With that, Becca's father walked away and busied himself setting up the front counter as if nothing had happened. Becca slowly got up and went into the bathroom. She cleaned the cum off of her face and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She stared at her reflection in the mirror for some time. She had just swallowed her father's cum as she was sure her mother had done before her countless times. 

A part of her was proud that her father thought of her as attractive as her mother was and that he had chosen her to fill that role in his life. The other part of Becca was an emotional wreck. She just wanted a normal life and now that was completely out of the question forever. Her father was a very attractive man, and he had made her orgasm last night. With her mind swirling in confusion, Becca left the bathroom and joined her father behind the counter as the first customers came in for the day.

The day was fast paced and went by quickly without another word between father and daughter.

As they arrived home, Becca and her father continued their usual routine with Becca heading up to her room and her father going to the living room with this glass of ice and whiskey bottle. Becca put on some head phones and logged into Literotica, only this time she was drawn to the incest stories and threads. Looking for a situation similar to the one she found herself in now. There were thousands of stories, most of them very unrealistic. She had read them all and even found herself getting aroused. She was disappointed that her favorite author, sethp, only had a few passages pertaining to father daughter relationships. 

Becca felt more than hear the door to her room open and turned around. Her father was standing there, wearing nothing but his boxers. 

"I need you again Becca." He said as he entered her room closing the door behind him. 

Becca stood up, taking off her head phones and facing her father. He advanced across the room quickly and pulled Becca to him kissing her forcefully. Becca responded and whimpered as he bit into her lip until it bled. He pushed her back onto the bed, laying on top of her his hands roaming her body and pushing her top and bra up over her swelling breasts. His teeth were on her exposed nipples as soon as they came into view.

"Ahh...that hurts...uhh...." Becca protested, but with the pain there was also pleasure.

Becca squirmed underneath her father as he slid her pants off and cupped her sex. 

"I knew you felt the same way." He groaned around her nipple.

"We can't though...mom..." Becca weakly protested.

She felt his cock head sliding across her now sopping wet sex and he entered her with a powerful thrust. Becca grunted. She wasn't used to sex like this. Her father started thrusting in and out of her with long, powerful strokes and it was only a matter of minutes before Becca came. She felt her father's body tense and she could feel his cock spasm inside of her as he shot his sperm deep inside his daughter again.

When he was finished, Becca's father rolled off of her and got to his feet.

"You'll be sleeping in my bed from now on." He said. "Is that clear?"

"Yes daddy."

The End

Sethp! 2008



Becca and Her Uncle



Even from an early age I have always been very inquisitive about sex. My family are very prudish. Well at least I thought they were...turns out my Uncle Ian isn't such a prude. . I know I have always been his favourite niece and that he has a soft spot for me. What I didn't know was just how easy it would be to turn that soft spot hard.

This summer after I had finished my exams and celebrated my eighteenth birthday, my friends and I had organised a night out and I was planning on getting a little tipsy only, I ended up three shades to the wind. I knew that my mother would do her nut in if she found out and so the only person I could call to pick me up was Uncle Ian. He had bailed me out a few times before and I had woken up more than once in his spare room with a raging hangover.

The morning after the party was no different, only this time when I woke up I could hear Uncle Ian and his latest fuckbuddy having very noisy sex in the room next to mine. I buried my head in the pillow and tried to blot out the sound of her moans. By the sounds of things she was getting a really hard pounding and loving every minute of it. They must have been going at it for over an hour. I lay in bed and started to think about my Uncle naked. The most I had seen of his body was when he took his t shirt off during the summer and he was in pretty good shape for being in his late 30's. I had also seen his cock bulge in his trousers a few times when I had walked in on him watching porn. He was always so embarrassed and quick to try and cover himself up but I always knew what he had been up to. A few of my friends were always flirting with him and I suppose he is quite good looking but I had never thought about him in a sexual way until that morning.

I knew very little about sex even though I had been masturbating from quite early on. The furthest I had gone with boys from school was a blow job and some fingering and it was always all over for them in minutes. My fingers strayed between my legs and cupped my smooth mound which to my surprise was slick and already quite wet. I could hear Uncle Ian grunting and groaning and I closed my eyes and imagined his cock sawing into his Fb's pussy. I wondered if she was as tight as me? I let my fingertips play over my clit and even though I knew it was wrong I couldn't help but imagine myself in her place. How would it feel to have him between my legs? His cock sliding inside of me as his fingers plucked at my nipples. I wanted his face to be at the top of my

thighs and his tongue to be flicking out to lick my clit. I began to furiously finger fuck myself at what I imagined to be the same pace as his cock was fucking her, I mirrored her moans and got lost in my own orgasm long before she did. I came so hard I almost made a damp patch on the sheets and that would have been rather awkward to explain!

Finally I heard them get up and shower and I heard her leave to go back next door to her husband. I was glad as I didn't want to face her after hearing them having sex. I could hear Uncle Ian come upstairs and he knocked softly on the room door. Without waiting he swung the door open and walked over to the curtains pulling them open letting the bright sunlight flood into the room.

'Come on Becca' he said, a little too loud for my head to cope with

'Time to rise and shine'

I pulled the duvet up to my chin quickly knowing that if he were to look he would still see my little breasts all flushed and glowing and my nipples still hard.

'No wonder he was in such a good mood this morning after having a good fucking session' I thought to myself a little grumpily and felt a little twinge of jealousy.

'Ok, ok...who's rattled your cage or do I need to ask? I will get up in a minute'

I yawned sleepily trying to look anywhere but at his crotch. Knowing that his cock had been buried deep inside his fuck buddy's wet pussy not even half an hour ago was turning me on again. Now I became extremely conscious that I was nearly naked under the covers apart from a pair of white cotton knickers with a wet gusset.

'I have to take Bruno for his morning walk and maybe you should come with us...it might help blow some of those cobwebs away on the way home' he chuckled.

Bruno was Uncle Ian's chocolate lab and I had been taking him for walks with Uncle Ian ever since I was little. Maybe he was right, maybe a brisk walk would clear my head and get rid of the very naughty and dirty thoughts I was having.

As soon as he left the room I jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed the clothes I had been wearing the night before. Just a pair of black leggings and a red top and cursed the fact that I had decided to go without a bra. I didn't have a shower instead deciding to wait till I went home to have one, I really enjoyed the feeling of my pants still being wet after I cum. I pulled my dark brown hair up into a high pony tail and went downstairs. Pausing to look at myself in the mirror I could see that my eyes were shining and I still had flushed cheeks. It shouldn't have bothered me what I looked like but I wanted to look as presentable as I could for Uncle Ian. Not for one moment I thought he would look at me twice. I was still his innocent niece and compared to his fuck buddy, I didn't have great tits, or a fantastic figure. My boobs are ok but I wish they were bigger and maybe if my ass was a little rounder he might look at me. Turning this way and that, and preening a little, I didn't hear Uncle Ian come into the hall.

I jumped with fright as I turned and saw him leaning against the door frame with a peculiar look in his eye. It lasted for a split second before Bruno ran towards me and jumped up placing his big paws on my thighs. Laughing I bent down to stroke him and I realised that from this angle Uncle Ian could see right down the front of my top.

He made a little coughing noise and said,

'Come on let's go...let's get this daft old dog out for his walk before he starts to rip off your clothes!'

I wasn't really sure if he was talking about himself or the dog! As he handed me the dogs lead his fingers lingered just a little bit too long on mine and I gasped. Uncle Ian said nothing.

Walking along the back roads that led to the fields where Bruno loved to frolic, we talked about mundane stuff. Uncle Ian asked how school was going and if I thought I had done well in my exams. I couldn't really concentrate on holding a proper conversation as my mind kept wandering back to what had happened this morning and if I had imagined that little spark of electricity between us before we left the house.

'You know Becca, you really should be more careful. You are too young to be drinking and I know that boys your age like to push their luck'

I wasn't really listening to Uncle Ian as I was too busy trying to keep an eye on where Bruno had ran off to. We chased Bruno up a path that had been cut between some trees and finally spotted him bouncing around in the stream that ran through the clearing.

'Sorry. What did you say?'

'I said maybe you should be a bit more careful about how you look when you go out with your friends, I couldn't help but notice this morning that you aren't wearing a bra and some boys your age might see this as an open invitation!'

'Oh Uncle Ian' I scolded 'I can look after myself!'

'Yes I know' he sighed 'But I was once your age and I know what boys can be like and especially if you have had too much to drink. I dread to think what could happen to you. I know it's none of my business but you are still a virgin aren't you?'

Fuck!! I could feel my face start to burn.

'What kind of a question is that to ask?' I said nervously.

I didn't know where to look. The ground could have opened up and swallowed me.

'Well...your mum told me that she had found some condoms in your bag and seeing as how your dad isn't around she wanted me to warn you about boys'

'Don't worry! They weren't mine! Karen must have out them in my bag as a joke.' I couldn't look him in the eye.

'Becca...I didn't come down the Clyde in a banana skin! Just make sure that when you do have sex it's with someone you love and trust. I don't want you getting your heart broken.'

He took a step closer to me as he said it.

'Oh like you love and trust her from next door? I heard you this morning!!' tears started to well in my eyes. I was so angry and embarrassed.

'That's different' he said. 'We are adults'

'I'm an adult too. Old enough to understand what you were doing!' I spat at him. Grabbing my wrist he pulled me towards him.

'No you're a silly girl with a lot still to experience. I just want to make sure that you don't get hurt!'

'I can look after myself' I cried.

'Well you didn't do a very good job of it last night did you? Going out dressed like that it's a wonder you didn't get assaulted!'

He was still holding my arm. My little tits jutted out as I said

'There's nothing wrong with the way I dress!!'

'Becca you're even making my cock hard!' he blurted out.

Suddenly he dropped my arm and took a step back. I could see that he was telling the truth. My eyes dropped to his crotch and I could see his cock bulge through his jeans.

Without thinking I reached out and brushed my fingertips across the denim.

'Becca' he whispered breathlessly.

'What the hell do you think you are doing'

In a heartbeat, with all my anger vanished I answered. 'Touching your cock'.

Nervously he looked around. We were a fair bit away from the road and surrounded by trees. He shook his head wordlessly he lifted his hand up and slipped it inside my top. His hands roamed over my nipples and rolling them between his forefinger and thumb he pinched hard.

'You silly silly little girl...you really don't know what you are doing do you?'

'No' I answered shyly 'but I know I would like you to teach me'.

His lips came crushing down on mine and I felt my pussy pulse as his tongue parted my lips. The memory of that kiss will stay with me forever. With complete disregard to where we were he turned me around and pushed me so that my back was up against a tree. As he kissed me I fumbled for his belt and managed to unbuckle it. Before long my hand managed to slide into his boxers and for the first time I felt his raging hard pulsing cock under my fingertips. The top of it felt wet and sticky and as he wriggled out of his jeans I wrapped both hands around the thick shaft. His hands flew up my top and he cupped my tits and softly moaned.

'You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this.'

His wet mouth was licking and sucking my pert little nipples. Lashing them with his tongue and grazing his teeth over them I felt sure that I was going to cum then and there. Squeezing my thighs together I sank slowly to my knees.

'Oh Becca' he grunted and groaned as I slipped his cock from his boxers.

I had never been so close to a cock before and stared in amazement. I couldn't believe that this had happened so fast. One minute we had been arguing and the next I was face to face with his cock. Subconsciously I must have licked my lips.

'Oh you greedy greedy girl' he groaned. I pursed my lips and started to kiss the tip. It was so wet now and I thought I could smell the faint trace of pussy on it.

I looked up at him.

'Uncle Ian, I want you to fuck me like you fucked her this morning.'

My baby blues must have been too much for him as I felt his cock twitch and jerk in my hand.

'Oh baby put it in your mouth now. Please.'

Slowly I fed his cock in between my lips. Drawing guttural groans from him I twisted my hand around the base. I had never sucked a cock before but it felt so good. He must have been at least seven inches long and I took every last inch into my innocent young mouth. He pushed his hips slightly and I could feel him at the back of my throat.

'Oh sweetheart, keep doing that and I'm going to cum right here in your mouth.'

I looked up at him through my eyelashes and gagged as he thrust deeper. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back so my throat was exposed. He never took his eyes off me as he plundered my mouth with his cock. Every time I ran my tongue up and down his shaft I could feel his legs shake. My saliva combined with his sticky wet precum was making his cock really wet. He tasted so good I wanted more. I was hungry for his cock now and slurped greedily with every stroke. His balls looked so heavy and full, even though he had come not all that long ago I couldn't help but lick them.

'Oh Fuck Becca....Oh baby...suck my cock deep'

Luckily my back was against the tree and he was able to lean on it as he fucked my mouth. He pounded me until precum and spit flew in all directions. Pushing me back he took his cock out of my mouth and I covered it with my hand.

'Do it like this baby' he said as he put his hand over mine and squeezed hard so that more precum oozed from the tip. He moved his hand faster and faster and I followed.

'Put your head back'

I leaned my head back against the tree tipping my chin up so that he could see my face.

The head of his cock was banging against my lips and they felt tender and raw. I poked my tongue out to lick him as he drove his cock time and time again against my mouth.

'Awww Becca I'm going to cum baby' he panted.

When his cum hit my face it took me by surprise. It was hot and wet and very thick. I could feel it dripping from my chin and I knew that some of it had landed in my hair and it tasted so fucking good. He must have shot four or five jets of cum into my face.

Then I heard voices. There were people walking down the path. Uncle Ian hastily pulled up his jeans and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I had to pretend that I was looking for the dog just as two boys from my school walked passed. Uncle Ian started calling on Bruno and he came leaping towards us from the undergrowth.

'That was a very close call.' Uncle Ian said soberly.

I just smiled sweetly and swallowed the cum that was still in my mouth.

'You are a very very very bad girl Becca...what we just did was very very wrong and will never happen again.' He said with a smile and planted a kiss on my forehead.

We walked back along the path wordlessly. Perhaps we were both still in shock about what had just happened. My mind was buzzing.

We reached my house and just before we went in he put his hand on my arse and whispered

'This will be our little secret, tomorrow when you come round to take the dog out I'm going to start you on your journey of experience.'



Becca and Isaiah



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It was just too early in the freaking week for this much drama, Becca thought as she sat on the phone to the principal of the nearby public school. "I understand Principal Evens. I'll have a talk with the Kenji and Musa when they get back and you can rest assured it will never happen again." 

"Thank you, Miss Africa. I appreciate your understanding in this matter. Good bye"

"Good bye Sir." Becca replied with a polite smile on her face. She hung up and realized she was still smiling. "Force of habit I guess," she said out loud to herself.

Fund raising for Believe, the children's home she ran meant she had to fake smile a lot. No matter how annoyed or bored or just downright exhausted she was, when it came time to perform and smile in front of benefactors she could outdo Meryl Streep with her acting ability.

Becca made a mental note to talk to the boys after lunch, about their behavior at school and continued trying to figure out the jumble of numbers she had been working on before the call from the Principal. After an hour of getting absolutely no where, she ran her hands through her curly mess of hair in frustration. "Ah, I suck at math!" she said out loud once again. It was something she did quite often, talking to herself out loud. Even when she was with other people she had a tendency to say what she was thinking out loud, it often lead to a lot of babbling. She glanced at the papers on her desk once again and decided she'd solicit the help of one of the accountancy students who volunteered at Believe once a month. 

Glancing at the time on her computer she realized it was past one. The kids who were in school would be back soon and she still needed to help with lunch and make bottles for the babies. She walked out of her tiny office, which had previously been used as a pantry and into the large industrial kitchen. Someone had already started the cooking and she could smell the onions cooking in a large silver pot. She walked up to the stove and lifted the lid to peek inside when she heard a voice behind her. "Becca, leave my food alone! You can cook the rice or something! You're always adding unnecessary spices and ingredients! They're kids they can't taste the difference." Becca put the lid back on the pot and turned around with an innocent smile. "I wasn't going to add anything Lil', I swear. I was just looking." Lilly was one of the day mothers who worked at the home and the person who commanded the most respect from all the kids...the adults too actually. She was almost 60 and hand been working at the children's home for over 30 years. During that time she adopted 6 kids, fostered dozens and had 4 of her own. This earned her, the nickname Super Mom, which later got shortened to Smom.

Lilly raised her eyebrow at Becca, "I am not convinced" she said smiling. Becca gave her a sideways smile and proceeded to get the rice out of one of the cupboards.

At 2pm 28 kids ranging from 6 to 18 came running through the gates, armed with hungry stomachs, homework, stories and a lot of energy. Becca and the rest of the staff spent most of the day reading stories and helping with homework and just generally making sure none of the kids seriously injured themselves. At 5 it was dinner and then bath time for the little ones and by seven they were all in bed. By then most of the staff had gone home, tired from a long day, and only the staff that, had come in for the night shift remained. Well, the night staff and Becca. She always liked to stay and hang out with the older kids, who stayed up a little later. She had a good relationship with all the kids, although it had taken a while to get there.

Now it was 9:00pm and she stood in the kitchen with Kate, an 18 year old who had been living at Believe for four years. They were very close and often sat talking late into the night, mostly about Kate and her plans for the future or her boy trouble at school. 

Becca handed Kate a cup of hot chocolate and took a seat opposite Kate at the kitchen table. "Dude, do you have any gossip for me? I just love high school drama." Becca asked, with an excited look on her face. Kate laughed "Becca, you really need to get a life outside of this place! Go out on a date or something. It's kinda sad that you enjoy idle teenage gossip so much." Becca laughed and rolled her eyes "Whatever Katie! I go out on dates all the time. I am a social butterfly."

Katie laughed again, perfectly aware Becca wasn't serious. "Bex, all you do is spend time here, even when you're not working! Or you're reading, alone at home! The lady at the library knows what shampoo you use! That's how often you go there! It's not normal dude! I mean you're 24, shouldn't you been partying and making irresponsible decisions."

Becca gave Katie a sideways look and let out a sigh. She had been volunteering at Believe since she was 14. Every day after school she would go there and play with the kids. When she was 19, she had gotten a job at the home as a day mother and when the administrator ran off with a large donation 2 years ago, she was asked to take his place. She was only 22 at the time, but she knew the ins and outs of the place and could do the job a lot better than most. Since then Believe had been her entire life. Not that she minded, she loved her job and even more than that she loved the kids.

Becca smiled "First of all the lady at the library's name is Alice and she does not know what shampoo I use and secondly since when do you care about my social life?"

"Since we went grocery shopping the other day, and that really cute guy asked you out and you barely even noticed" Katie replied with a smirk.

Becca squinted her eyes trying to recall the incident " I don't remember that happening" she said. "I remember the disposable diapers were really expensive though." She added as an afterthought.

"See what I mean!!" Katie replied in frustration. "You are permanently in "take care of everyone else" mode and not in a healthy way!"

Becca rolled her eyes again at Katie's statement. "Ok, how about this, if you stop talking about this and tell me what happened with Lauren and Troy at school, I'll go on a date with the next guy who asks me out." she said smiling and nodding trying to get Katie to agree. "Provided he has all his teeth" she added quickly. Katie gave a big smile "Ok deal!" she said stretching out her hand to shake on it. Becca shook Katie's hand back and nodded. In her mind this deal was completely in her favor. At 4 feet 11 inches and 120 pounds, she didn't get a lot of male attention. She didn't get any male attention that she was aware of, she wasn't 100% sure Katie was telling the truth about that guy asking her out. Katie had a tendency to exaggerate. 

Becca knew she wasn't hideous, she had lovely long black curly hair that reached half way down her back and large exotic eyes the color of melted chocolate that people often commented on and beautiful caramel skin. But that still left the problem in her mind of looking like an overweight midget. There was also the issue that she was a bit of a smart ass. At the home, with the kids she was super sweet, the kids respected her but they knew she'd let them get away with murder. But when she wasn't dealing with the kids or the staff at Believe, she was as cynical and sarcastic as they come. Even her family, thought of her as a bit of a bitch at times, she tended to be a little too honest for their liking. As far as she knew there wasn't much demand for a smart ass, midget on the dating scene, so she wasn't particularly worried. She took a sip of her hot chocolate and let Katie's story take her away from any thoughts of her love life or lack thereof.

It was Saturday and Alex's 9th birthday, so they had brought the kids to the Zoo for the afternoon. Becca sat on a bench reading, while the kids ran around and Lilly and the other staff played cards. After each paragraph she would glance up to make sure no one was doing anything potentially life threatening and then went back to reading. 

Suddenly she felt the other side of the bench drop and looked up to see a man covered in sweat, panting and wiping the sweat from his brow. He was beautiful. And despite her brain telling her not to stare, she found she couldn't help herself. His hair was light brown and wavy and it fell over his eyes and clung to the sides of his face from the sweat he'd worked up running. He had the most interesting dark green eyes Becca had ever seen and a strong muscular jaw line. He took out a water bottle and as he drank deeply she could see the muscles in his jaw and neck working. Becca almost groaned at the sight. He was clearly a frequent runner, she thought looking at the rest of his body, she could see from the shorts he wore that his calf muscles were very defined and so were the muscles in his arms. He was tall too; he had long legs that stretched out in front of him as he leaned back against the bench. "Seriously", she thought ", how are there such hot people in the world, it's so not fair" He looked up then and caught her staring, so she quickly turned away and pretended to read her book.

It was Saturday and Isaiah decided to run in the park at the Zoo. Usually he would have just gone to the track near his house, but it was a beautiful day and he thought a change of scenery would do him good. He had been running for about 40 minutes when he decided to take a break and just watch the people walking past. He enjoyed people watching, it was always interesting. He jogged over to the bench under the tree were a young girl was sitting and reading. She looked so engrossed in her book he figured she wouldn't notice, so he took a seat at the far end of the bench. He sat for a minute hunched over trying to catch his breath. When he felt his heart beat get back to normal he leaned back and stretched his legs, glancing over at the girl on the other side of the bench. He stopped then. He could see her face now she was looking in his direction and he was mesmerized. She had the most surprising eyes he'd ever seen. They were big, made even more so by the surprised look on her face. They were a beautiful brown color, warm and inviting, like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day and she had the longest thickest eyelashes he had ever seen. Before he could take in the rest of her face she turned away from him, burying her head in her book. He continued to stare at her for a while hoping she might lift her head again. When she didn't he studied the rest of her, not really bothering to be subtle about it. She was tiny, which was why he had assumed she was a young girl, but now looking at the rest of her body her could tell she was probably older. She wore leggings that hugged her short yet shapely legs. She was wearing a long baggy shirt with the leggings which were probably supposed to cover her thighs, but it had ridden up exposing her sensual curves. The first few buttons of the shirt where undone and Isaiah was just tall enough to catch a glimpse of her cleavage, her large breasts barely contained in the white bra that he could see just peeking out. He immediately thought how amazing it would feel to palm one of those beautiful breasts while he stared at the pleasure in those exquisite eyes. He was awoken out of his fantasy by her voice. "Sir, are you ok?" she asked. He stared again at her face and those eyes. "My God, you're beautiful." 

"Excuse me," she said looking confused. "Is there something wrong sir, you look a little worried," she continued.

"More like dumbfounded" Isaiah thought as he finally came out of his trance. "Oh, I'm fine. Thanks for asking, just enjoying the view." He said with a smile. Realizing what he had just said, he quickly tried to correct himself. "I mean, not that you're the view... or that I was enjoying you... Not that I wouldn't enjoy you if you were the view... I mean... uuuh.... I'm sorry.... What I meant was the view of the park." For a moment she had a surprised look on her face and then she smiled and started laughing. He smiled and started laughing too. "Sorry" he said again. She has a beautiful laugh he thought relaxing a little. Still laughing she shook her head, "Don't worry about it, I am the champion of spewing nonsense. It was a nice recovery there at the end. Well done! And for the record I knew you weren't talking about me, with the view thing. Obviously," she added. He looked at her again when she said "obviously", for some reason he didn't like the sound of that. Yet it helped him make up his mind.

"I'm Isaiah," he said offering her his hand. She stared at his hand for a second and then reached out her own hand. "Rebecca, everybody calls me Becca though." She replied. "Rebecca" he repeated, "a beautiful name to go with a beautiful girl." She smiled then and rolled her eyes. "Really?" she asked sarcastically "did you get that from an episode of how I met your mother?" Isaiah looked at her in surprise and then let out a chuckle. "That bad huh?" he said with a smile. He really liked this girl, she was feisty. "Yeah dude, but I suppose who needs good lines to hit on girls when you look the way you do," she said. As soon as the words left her mouth she went red and looked at him with big eyes. "I mean not that you were trying to hit on me.... Obviously... I just meant that you know.... Uuuuhhh....." She buried her face in her hands then. He chuckled again. She was so cute. "I see what you mean about being the champion" he said staring at the long curly hair that hand fallen forward when put her head in her hands. Again his mind went to thoughts of running his hands through those long locks while she straddled his lap and... 

He snapped himself out of it and leaned a little closer to her and in a stage whisper said "and for the record, I was definitely hitting on you just there."

She looked up at him then with a skeptical look on her face. "Sure you were." She said rolling her eyes. He smiled then realizing; just how unaware she was of the effect she must have on men. "You don't believe me." he said. It was a statement, not a question, but she answered anyway, "No bro, but it was very sweet of you to pretend." He stared at her then for a while. Not quite sure what to make of their little exchange. He had to admit he was intrigued. She was right about him of course, when she said he didn't need good lines to get women. He hardly had to do any work at all, most women fell at his feet and he didn't have to lift a finger. He liked it that way, it was very convenient. He worked long hours, being lawyer at the district attorney's office, so when he was looking to get laid he needed it to be simple and easy. He had, had a few relationships in his life but none of them lasted more than 6 months. He just got bored too easily and he never felt like he was with the right person, it was usually more for convenience sake. He was not a man that was easily impressed, but for some reason this woman had him tongue tied before he even knew her name. That had surprised him too, he was always confident and smooth, but Becca had him feeling like a 14 year old kid, asking a girl to the dance. She had called him on his cheesy line, without missing a beat, proving she didn't take any shit, but at the same time she managed to be incredibly cute and vulnerable. He was fascinated. 

"Will you go out with me tonight?" Isaiah blurted out, surprising even himself.

Becca looked at him as if he was crazy. "What?" she said raising her eyebrows. 

"Tonight, will you go out with me, for dinner?" He asked again. Becca wasn't quite sure what to make of this guy. She stared at him for a moment and then glanced around the park looking at the kids. Just then she saw Kate standing nearby smiling enthusiastically and giving her the thumbs up. "ah crap" she thought remembering the deal she had made with Katie a week ago. She rolled her eyes and nodded at Katie, then turned back to face Isaiah who was waiting patiently for her answer. "Damn" she thought he really was ridiculously hot. She could tell that he was the kind of guy who probably had women falling at his feet and she seriously didn't want to be one of them. She decided that she'd go on one date to keep her promise but then she and Isaiah were parting ways. The last thing she needed was to lose her mind over some disgustingly handsome man, who probably couldn't keep it in his pant. She gave Isaiah one of her fake smiles and replied " Ok, What time?"

Isaiah was pleasantly surprised by her answer. "Um... Seven?" he asked. "Seven it is." He handed her his phone and she typed her number and the address of the children's home in and handed it back to him. He kept looking at her, not saying anything but smiling. Becca felt her fake smile turn into a real smile and she blushed and turned away. "crap" she thought, he's already got me acting like a love struck teenager with that stupid handsome face. This needs to stop! She stood up then and quickly blurted out " ok see you at seven, bye then," and made her way to the circle of kids playing 'ring a ring a rosie.'

It was 6:50 and although Becca had insisted she didn't want to make a fuss, Lilly and Katie and the rest of the girls at the Believe had other plans. As soon as they made it back to the home, they girls had been making her try on outfits and experimenting with hairstyle. They had finally decided on a pair of jeans that belonged to one of the younger girls that was the right length for Becca's legs but at least 2 sizes too small. She stood in front of the mirror now wearing the jeans and her bra, waiting for the girls to decide what shirt they wanted her to wear. "Guys, I really don't think these jeans are a good idea," she said. "Of course they're a good idea, you look hot" Kate yelled in reply. "But they're too small!" Becca yelled back through the bathroom door. "Ya, that's the point," Kate said her voice coming closer; she opened the door and handed Becca the black shirt they had chosen. "Those are 'get you laid' jeans" she added with a grin. Becca stared at her with a straight face. "That's not funny!" she growled throwing the shirt she had been wearing before at Kate's retreating head. The shirt they had chosen, had short sleeves and little press-stud buttons all the way up to the collar. Becca closed all of them and then walked out of the bathroom so her stylists could see their handiwork. They had decided to leave her long hair hanging lose around her shoulders and they had applied a light layer of make up to her face concentrating on bringing out her eyes with dark eyeliner and about a million layers of mascara. Everyone clapped when she walked out and she gave a bow, playing along. "Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week." She said pretending to wave to the crowd. Lilly walked up to her then and gave her a big hug, "You look beautiful," she said "who knew there was a body under all those baggy clothes" she then proceeded to undo the first few button on Becca's shirt. "Cleavage is a girl's best friend sweetie" she supplied and gave a Kate a conspiratorial wink. Becca rolled her eyes and then pointed a finger at Kate "You are a bad influence!" she accused. Kate only smiled "I do what I can," she said with a shrug.

Just then the buzzer for the gate rang and Becca ran to get it before the other 30 people trying to answer could. "Hi" she said a little out of breathe. "Hi, uh it's Isaiah" 

"Right" she replied "I'll be out in a minute."

"Ok" she said turning to face everyone. "Listen to Smom guys and if you're under 16 years old you better be asleep by the time I get back, capisce?"