0 comments/ 102383 views/ 7 favorites Bianca By: luscioushoney69 "Alright, sweetie. But be really careful...and you have to call me as soon as you get home..ok?" Jennifer was concerned about her friend walking home by herself after midnight, even though it was just a few blocks. "Don't worry, Jen. I'll be fine. For God's sake, I live 7 minutes away!" Bianca was slightly annoyed at the anxiety of her friend. She has walked home countless times, and nothing had even happened. It was a safe neighborhood. "But keep your phone turned on..please?" Jennifer persisted. "Alright, alright..it's on..bye hon!" Bianca said and walked out the door. Jennifer stood in the doorway watching her friend round the corner, and then closed the door. Bianca shivered. The night was very cold; around 20 degrees with a slight wind that made it seem even colder. Her short tan leather jacket didn't offer much protection against the cold. Neither did the thin low-cut shirt she was wearing underneath. The wind whipped her long dark burgundy hair around, causing a few strands to become stuck in her lipgloss. She reluctantly removed her hands from her coat pockets to sweep the hair from her face. "Damn it's cold..brrr.." Bianca couldn't wait to get home and defrost. The street was quiet; the only audible sounds being the clicking of her heels against the sidewalk and the rustling of dry leaves in the wind. A street light flickered on and off, and then turned off completely. **** In his van, further up the street, he watched her come closer. She was very pretty, he reasoned, even though she wasn't close enough for him to get a good look at her face. He liked the way she walked, her hips swaying side to side, and her thighs slightly rubbing against each other. She was wearing a short tan coat, tight dark denim jeans, stiletto-heeled boots that matched the jacket, and a matching purse. Her clothes emphasized her physique. And what a physique it was...He could see she had a thin waist, nice round hips, slightly-large but shapely thighs, and heavy globular breasts. A D-cup perhaps..maybe bigger. "Mmmmm..."he thought, licking his lips. He wondered what kind of panties she had on. She was coming closer..he would have to act soon. *** Bianca continued walking up the street, irritated by the cold. She despised this kind of weather. She couldn't wait to get home, take a long shower, and go to bed. She heard a car approaching and then slow down alongside of her. The windows rolled down and she could see there were 4 guys in it. Someone whistled. "Hey baby..want a ride?" one of them yelled out. The others laughed. "Fuck off" was Bianca's reply. She was too tired to put up with immature assholes. She kept on walking. They kept on 'enticing' her to join them, but eventually gave up and drove away. "Morons.." she thought. The street was quiet once again. She heard a car door open and close ahead of her, but didn't see anyone. It was too dark. She walked a little faster. Suddenly, she felt an arm around her waist, pulling her back. Before she could scream, a gloved hand covered her mouth. She was in shock, not knowing how to react. The glove over her mouth muffled her protests. The person pulling her was very strong, because although he had a hold on her waist, her arms and legs were free, and no matter how much she kicked and tried to hit her attacker, her attempts at escape were futile. "Easy, sugar.." a deep masculine voice whispered in her ear. She was petrified with fear. Her attacker dragged her to a white van, its back doors already open. He lifted her up and pushed her inside, and then locked the doors. They couldn't be opened from the inside if they were locked. Then, he walked around to the front, and climbed in. He turned on the ignition and drove away, with his victim in the back. He knew she couldn't get out. He speculated that she would do what all his other victims had done -- just lay on the carpeted floor in the dark, until he was ready to 'play'. He purposely made sure that the back was completely dark, to make them even more afraid. It worked all the time. He wondered if she would be smart enough to look for her phone...not that it would help her if she did. Her little silver Motorola was lying on the seat next to him..turned off. Bianca couldn't see a thing. She was lying on her side with her cheek against a soft carpet. She didn't want to move. She was very scared. Tears rolled down her face and were absorbed by the carpet fibers. It took her a while to regain her composure. She was a stubborn bitch by nature, and was not going to give in to fear so easily. She got up on her knees, and searched for her cell phone. "Goddamn bastard took it" she realized. She crawled to the doors, feeling for a handle. She found it and pulled on it. The door was locked. Not that she would jump out of a moving van anyway. Then she crawled over to the plastic(?) barrier, separating the front of the van from the back, thus separating her from her attacker. She banged on it with her fists. "Let me go you asshole!" she yelled. He was amused and surprised at the same time. This was a feisty one. "Darling, if you enjoy being alive, I strongly recommend you stop that." he said loudly. The banging stopped. He chuckled. He made a right onto an empty parking lot, and parked the van in a dark spot, so that it looked relatively nondescript. Time for some fun... Bianca felt a sense of anxiety when the van stopped, and she heard him exit it. She heard the keys unlocking the back doors, and she started shaking. The doors opened, and she was able to see her attacker for the first time. He was tall and muscular, which would explain the ease of him forcing her into the van in the first place. His hair was short and black, and his eyes were dark and piercing. He was clean-shaven, and his clothes suggested he had $$$. Black pants and a long black coat, under which she could see a black button-down shirt. His outfit resembled a Kenneth Cole outfit she had seen the day before at the mall. He was even wearing the same belt as the model was. He was handsome, but there was something about him that scared her. "Well well well...aren't you a sweet-looking thing..those pretty blue eyes so wide from shock.." he said. "Please, let me go..." "I will..maybe later, if you're good. Are you going to be a good girl?" he asked. "Y-y-yes" "Well then let's get started, sugar." He climbed in the van and closed the door behind him, and then turned the light on. He sat down comfortably on the floor, not worried at all that she would try to escape. He was too strong for her, and if worst came to worst, there was always his gun. "Ok babydoll, now let's see that body of yours. Strip all the way down to your panties. And do it seductively. Act like the slut you really are." Bianca felt so embarrassed. She wasn't normally self-conscious about her body, but the way he was making her show it made her feel like a worthless piece of meat under close scrutiny. She reluctantly proceeded to remove her clothes. His hand wandered down to his crotch as he watched the young girl slowly remove her coat, revealing a very flimsy top underneath. The shirt was practically see-through, and he could trace the outline of her bra through it. "Come on..now the shirt..let me see those tits" he urged her on. She grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it off over her head. "Ohh yess..beautiful.."he said as he focused on her large breasts, practically spilling over the cups of the pink lace bra. Her areolas were very large and dark, too. "Leave the bra on, baby..I want to remove it later myself" He watched her sit down and unzip her boots, before she could take the jeans off. The boots were very sexy with a 4" stiletto heel. He was captivated by the way she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans that showed more and more of what appeared to be a sheer pink thong. Then, she pulled the top of her jeans down to her knees, and he got to see it all. It was, indeed, a sheer pink thong, and he could see her hairless pussy through it. Her pussylips were swollen, which didn't surprise him. All of his girls wanted him even before he touched them. "Turn around, I want to see that ass" he said. She pulled the jeans completely off, and then turned around, giving him a good look at her sexy round ass. "Mmmm.."he moaned in approval. "Now come here beautiful..crawl over to me" She crawled over to him, her heavy breasts heaving under her, her round ass in the air. "Straddle me" he commanded, and groaned when she sat in his lap, her pussy rubbing against his very visible erection through his pants. She could smell his cologne, and the intimacy of her position was making her making her dripping cunt tingle. He pulled her closer to him and brought his face to her neck, inhaling her sweet floral scent. He couldn't help but lick it, and smiled when she moaned. He slid the bra straps off her shoulders, reached back around her, and unhooked her bra. He took it off completely, letting her breasts free. He cupped them, feeling their warmth and softness, and the way the nipples hardened under his touch. Pinching them, he watched Bianca's face contort into an expression of pain. He pinched them harder until she cried out. "Owww! You bastard!" "Don't be mad, honey, I'll make it better..hehe" he replied and brought a breast to his mouth, hearing her gasp. He licked the nipple and the area around it, before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. He sucked on it gently at first, and then increased in intensity, making her moan. He almost moaned himself when she started grinding her pussy on his cock. He was so hard. Letting go of her tit, he said, "Suck me off with that sweet mouth", and pushed her off his lap. She was surprised at first, not wanting him to stop, but realized that she is not in a position to complain. She watched him unbutton his belt and pants and take his large prick out of his boxers. Its length was above average, but what shocked her more was its thickness. She wondered how her mouth would fit around it. "What are you waiting for?" "It's so big.." she said. He laughed. Same reaction, every time. "If you don't take it in your mouth, I'll shove it in an even tighter place.." As soon as he said that, she crawled over to his cock and grabbed it at the base. "Good girl" She couldn't close her fingers around it, so she grabbed it with both hands and lowered her mouth to it. She kissed the crown first, tasting his precum that was now on her lips. Then she opened her mouth and... *to be continued..more of this story to come Bianca -- Așa! Așa! Așa! Așșșșaaaaaa! Acum! Acum! Acum! Acumaaaaaa!!!.... Sunt între picioarele ei, pe la spate, iar cu mâna, pe sub burtică, mă joc cu terminațiile ei nervoase din lindic... Urlă, geme, scâncește, se împinge cu curul în pula mea -- fereastra e deschisă, dar, fiind orele prânzului, într-o zi de vară fierbinte, suntem amândoi transpirați, de zici că suntem ieșiți de sub duș, fără ca să fi folosit prosoapele... Iar tremură, iar are orgasm -- mai mult țipă când îmi spune: -- Gata! Când vrei să vii, vino!!! Vino! Stropește-mă!... Umple-mă!... Inundă-mă!... Fă-mă să mă simt femeie!... Eu, cal nărăvaș, e adevărat, dar... mai știu și care sunt consecințele unei ejaculări neprotejate între niște buci atât de primitoare, dornice, cu dor și iubitoare de pulă!... Oricum, doar n-o să mă cert cu femeia -- când simt că vine explozia, mă retrag și apuc, grăbit, un prosop, pregătit din timp, sub pernă. Ejaculez acolo. Între timp, ea geme, se vaită, de parcă ar durea-o ceva, apoi, dezamăgită, se întinde pe burtică... Bombăne: -- Prostule!... Să întrerupi așa ceva, e un adevărat sacrilegiu!... Mă întind și eu în spatele ei și o îmbrățișez, chiar dacă suntem transpirați ca la balamuc!... O las să se liniștească un pic, apoi îi șoptesc: -- Puiule, mai bine sacrilegiul ăsta, decât să te fac să ai nevoie de un chiuretaj!... Acum, că și-a revenit, se pare că are și ea un cuvânt de spus: -- ... Te rog să mă ierți!... Îmi cam dau eu seama la ce se referă: -- De ce, că m-ai făcut prost?... -- ... Da, iartă-mă! Poți?... O întorc cu fața spre mine și-i dau un pupic pe năsuc: -- Pui mic! Stai liniștită! Se înfige în buzele mele și mă sărută cu foc... Nu mă las nici eu mai prejos, plus că-i iau o mamea la masat, să fiu sigur că fata se simte bine!... Se întrerupe și mi se uită în ochi, cu ochii ei mari și căprui: -- ... Lasă-mă un pic, că m-ai stors ca pe-o lămâie!... Chicotește!... O las, însă doar pentru ca să mă aplec și să-i iau sfârcul deja întărit în gură... O mușc, însă cu gentilețe -- geme, înfigându-și o mână în freza mea... Este dulce, drăgăstoasă, deschisă, fără fițe sau figuri... ........................................... Ne-am cunoscut în parc -- ea, cu un grup de vreo șase fete, care mai de care mai măcănețe, iar eu, cu doi amici. Văzându-le, ne-am luat după ele, chiar dacă eu, din principiu, le-am spus amicilor că, cel mai probabil, ne pierdem vremea și mai cădem și de caraghioși!... -- Să vezi ce ne iau astea la mișto!... Sunt studente, colege, se vede pe ele... Unul dintre amicii mei, pe care, eu, sincer, îl consider cam nebun, însă nu periculos, scoate din el o afirmație, în gura mare: -- Mammăăăăă! Ce gagici mișto!... Se întorc să se uite la noi, unele chicotind, altele, închiondurate. Una dintre ele, mai colțoasă: -- Băi... golanilor! Ia vedeți-vă de drum!... Amicul, ăsta nebunul, nu tace: -- Dar ce fetelor, n-avem voie să ne uităm și noi ce bine v-au făcut mămicuțele voastre?!?... Tipa, tot colțoasă: -- Vezi că... Ăsta, amicul meu: -- Ce-ai soro? Te superi dacă-ți spun că-mi place de tine?!?... Acum, după atâția ani, o să vă spun, că merită -- în ziua aia s-au cuplat, habar n-am ce-au făcut, însă cert este că în ziua de astăzi sunt oameni bătrâni, căsătoriți, cu copii, iar de curând au devenit chiar și bunici!... Deh, ale vieții căi întortocheate!... Revenind la momentul cu pricina, fetele, contrar uzanțelor, se îndreaptă spre un loc de joacă pentru copii și încep să se dea în leagăne, în ce găsesc pe-acolo... Eu, motan bătrân, deja mi-am ales ținta -- se dă în leagăn... Mă duc în spatele ei și o împing... Nu protestează, însă-mi atrage atenția că știe să-și ia avânt și singură... Îi spun și eu că sper că va ști să-și ia avânt și când va veni paznicul să le tragă o amendă -- ditamai fetele, peste optsprezece ani, să se joace la... leagănele copiilor!... Cu o elasticitate și un elan demne de invidiat, sare din leagăn, apoi se uită la mine, provocator, dar, sigur, cu simpatie: -- Bine, hai, propune-mi tu altceva, mai pentru vârsta mea!... Îi zâmbesc și mă apropii: -- În primul rând, ca să intrăm și noi în rândul lumii, dă-mi voie să mă prezint -- așa aflu că o cheamă Bianca!... O iau, gentil, de braț: -- Hai, ca pentru vârsta noastră, să mergem la o bere! În mod ciudat, nu protestează, abandonându-și colegele, prietenele, ce i-or fi fiind!... Nici pe mine nu mă preocupă soarta amicilor mei!... Pe terasă, la bere, aflu că este studentă la filologie și că în dimineața acestei zile au participat la nu știu ce eveniment care... n-a mai avut loc!... Ăsta este motivul pentru care, în plină vacanță, au reușit să se revadă și să ajungă, împreună, în parc... Prietenul ei, căci are unul, din ce-mi spune, este pe undeva, la câteva sute de kilometri, prin țară... Oricum, sunt amândoi conștienți că, după examenul de stat, la momentul repartițiilor, cel mai probabil, viața îi va despărți... Deh, „iubire ca-n liceu", din ce-mi descrie ea... Eu, ce să-i spun? Că nu mi-am găsit încă perechea, dar că nici nu m-am călugărit?... Îi spun clar că... nu mă ascund după cireș! Sunt, pur și simplu, un tip tânăr, normal, zic eu, inclusiv activ, din punct de vedere sexual... Se uită undeva, în zare, parcă-ntr-o dungă: -- ... Știi, de regulă, bărbații mint!... Ce să-i spun? Doar e la filologie! Asta știe să-și folosească vocabularul: -- ... Aș prefera să... nu consideri că eu mă conformez regulilor! Cel puțin, nu acestora!... Mi se uită în ochi: -- Hai la tine! Prea te lauzi cu muzica ta de calitate, bine înregistrată... Mă uit în ochii ei, mari și căprui, la părul ei șaten, cu nuanțe de castaniu, la tenul ei alb, fin, la gura ei senzuală, care-mi zâmbește de o manieră ce clar îmi inspiră anumite chestii, la bustul ei bine făcut, proporționat cu înălțimea, în general, la aerul ei de femeie atrăgătoare!... Deja nu mai am nici un dubiu -- cu siguranță că-i place de mine, iar mie, sigur, îmi place de ea!... ....................................................... Reveniți în actualitate: -- Ia zi-mi, donșoară, noi ce mâncăm? Am niște șuncă de Praga și niște salam de Sibiu... Mi se uită în ochi și râde: -- Eu... o să mănânc, pentru moment, cârnat!... Nu mai stă la discuții, ci, pur și simplu, îmi ia pula-n gură, fără ca să dea dovadă de vreun semn de timiditate... Nu, nu e expertă! E... ahtiată!... O face de o manieră atât de pasională, încât îmi dau seama că am avut bafta să dau peste una dintr-acelea, celor cărora chiar că le place s-o facă -- sunt pasionate!... Și nu, nu mă termină rapid, ci se joacă cu mine vreo douăzeci de minute -- deja simt nevoia să mă urc pe lampă, iar la momentul ejaculării, când mi-o înghite, la propriu, mă bucur că sunt întins în pat și nu am unde să cad!...După, dau s-o sărut... Îmi pune o palmă în piept, de nu mă văd!... Se ridică și pleacă la baie... Mă duc după ea, însă, când vreau să intru și eu în baie, mi se uită în ochi: -- ... E... foarte complicat dacă te rog să-mi acorzi și mie câteva minute de intimitate?... Mă retrag, șifonat, chiar rușinat!... Habar n-am cât e de curvă, sau doar femeie care știe ce vrea!... Întoarsă din baie, îmi spune: Am să te rog să-mi dai și mie o felie de pâine, dar subțire-subțire, cu puțin unt întins pe ea și cu un praf de sare... Încerc eu să protestez, dar... mă contrează: -- Ascultă, ți-a plăcut ce ți-am făcut?... -- ... Dau din cap. Afirmativ... -- Ei, dacă mai vrei, îmi dai ce-ți cer!... Mă ridic și plec la bucătărie -- mă gândesc -- i-o fi fiind frică să nu vomite, sau, cine știe!... Apare și Bianca, ciocănind în tocul ușii: -- Permiteți?... -- Dar vă rog, domnișoară, poftiți!... Iar mi se uită în ochi: -- Îmi dai voie mie să tai eu pâinea? Fac un spirit de glumă: -- Știi, de regulă, chestia cu tăiatul pâinii îi revine în sarcină bărbatului!... -- Da, dar când e căsătorit, tată, cap de familie, ce mai!... Îmi zâmbește... Zâmbesc și eu, știind foarte bine că are perfectă dreptate... Nu mai comentez -- scot pâinea, cuțitul de tăiat pâine și o las să se joace. Chiar că se joacă! Își taie o felie de pâine aproape lafel de subțire ca feliile de salam de Sibiu! Nu mă pot abține: -- Măi dar știu că ți-e foame, nu glumă!... Râdem, amândoi!... Pentru mine, o rog să-mi taie două felii, dar, dacă se poate, ceva mai groase. Iar râdem!... Mă roagă să rămânem să mâncăm în bucătărie, ca să nu facem firmituri prin casă... În fine, după ce terminăm de mâncat, ne întoarcem în casă. Nu, n-are chef de whiskey, mai ales după bere -- ar prefera, dacă am, un vin alb și dulce... Trec la săpături în cambuză -- adică în cămară -- s-ar putea să am și așa ceva, adus de cine știe cine, cine știe când... Aduc, în sfârșit, o sticlă, scuzându-mă că habar n-am cât de bun e vinul, întrucât eu... roșu și sec!... Râde: -- Dar cât crezi tu că o să beau eu din sticla aia?!?... Destup sticla, apoi îmi torn mie un strop, să verific, să nu fie casat, că... s-au mai văzut cazuri!... Nu, e OK, doar că nu pe gustul meu. Îi torn, apoi destup și o sticlă de Cabernet Sauvignon... Dăm noroc și, după cum vede că beau din pahar, mi se uită în ochi, zâmbind: -- Tu ești de cursă lungă, ca tata!... Sincer, sunt surprins... Continuă, tot ea: -- Pun pariu că este foarte, foarte greu să te îmbete cineva!... E rândul meu să râd: -- Pariază liniștită!... Face o pauză, mai lungă, apoi, un pic timid: -- Știi, tata e tot așa, bine făcut, ca tine, însă are ditamai burdihanul și... sigur nu mai practică nici un fel de sport!... Tu, cum naiba faci de bei, fumezi și faci și sport?!?... Ce să-i spun? -- Se compensează, puiule, se compensează, mai ales că nu particip la vreo competiție sportivă!... Mai soarbe un strop din pahar, apoi chicotește: -- Stai să vezi tu la ce sport te supun eu acum!... Nu stă pe gânduri! Mă prinde de mână și mă trage să merg cu ea, în pat... Se întinde pe spate și-și ridică picioarele, sprijinindu-și-le pe umerii mei. Îi corectez puțin poziția, ajutând-o să-și sprijine picioarele pe pieptul meu... Este încă abundent de udă, așa că penetrarea se produce fără probleme. În timp ce o pătrund, geme, aproape neîntrerupt... Nu trec cinci minute -- nici n-am apucat s-o iau în forță, că începe: -- Ahhhh!... Ohhhhh!!!... Ah! Oh! Uh! Hai, hai, hai, hai, acum!... Mi se uită în ochi: -- Hai! Sărută-mă!... O sărut, cu hărnicie, apoi o iau la pompat, tare și cu forță!... Mă primește, necondiționat, fără să-i fie milă de cervixul ei, de uter, de vagin! Mă lasă să-i fac tot ce vreau, chiar dacă, după cum tresare și chiar icnește, slab, îmi dau seama că, uneori, am depășit măsura... Iar termin afară, pe burtică, însă, de data asta, nu-mi mai zice că sunt prost!... La duș, dă să protesteze, că să nu-i ud părul, că o văd ai ei... Fac un spirit de glumă: -- Adică, la cât de bună ești, tu crezi că te mai las să te duci azi acasă?!?... Îmi zâmbește: -- Califule, oi fi fiind tu vreun răpitor, dar... va trebui, dacă ai vorbit serios, să mă lași să dau un telefon acasă!... Râd: --... Și ce le spui? Că te-a răpit vreun zmeu?... -- Nu!... O să-i spun mamei că m-am pierdut în Nirvana!... Convorbirea telefonică nu se desfășoară prea frumos, în sensul că mă-sa cam țipă la ea, că a căutat-o la telefon, de trei ori până acum, Ionuț, prietenul ei din provincie și că... s-a cam săturat să tot mintă pentru ea... În fine, îi promite maică-sii că o să-l sune de unde este acum, pretinzând că s-a întors acasă... Își cere scuze că mă bagă la cheltuieli interurbane, iar eu, galant, îi spun că... no problem!... Mă retrag la bucătărie, s-o las pe femeie să-l mintă pe băiat, fără vreo strângere de inimă... Vine după mine, destul de furioasă: -- Hai, că l-am băgat în pizda mă-sii și i-am spus să nu mă mai caute decât când face bine să vină, fizic, la București!... -- Uau! Înțeleg c-ai fost rea!... -- ... Vino să vezi ce rea sunt, în continuare!... Hai, că am așa o poftă de pulă, cum n-am mai avut de mult!... Cert este că în pat, mă obligă să mă întind pe spate, apoi mă încalecă... Femeia face sex cu și din pasiune -- sincer, este de excepție!... Din păcate, mă anunță că la întoarcerea lui Ionuț, n-o să ne mai vedem, întrucât, așa, poate curvă cum pot s-o cred, este, totuși, fidelă!... La nici trei săptămâni, vine și-mi spune c-o s-o facem pentru ultima dată, întrucât Ionuț și-a lăsat tată, mamă, frați, surori și s-a hotărât să revină la București, că el o iubește, chestii... Mi-e clar! L-a rupt!... Dacă tot e ultima dată, ea-mi cere, vrea să i-o bag și-n fund... Cu tot untul, cu toate pregătirile, tot țipă, cu sinceritate, după părerea mea, c-o doare, dar... să nu îndrăznesc să mă întrerup -- vrea să știe, să fie conștientă, că l-a înșelat pe Ionuț în cel mai „josnic" mod cu putință!... Ce-or fi făcut mai departe, treaba lor! Eu cu siguranță, habar n-am! Bianca It had been several weeks since Cathy had hired Bianca as a web designer and convinced her to move in with Lynda and herself. Bianca was in her final year at college while Cathy's underwear and specials products business was slowly beginning to prosper. After Bianca's initial euphoria at leaving the orphanage and getting a job, Cathy's persistent touching, particularly of Bianca's arse was disturbing her. This unsolicited attention, together with the constant insinuations regarding Bianca's sexuality were increasingly irritating, and had it not been for Lynda's support and kindness, Bianca would have already left. It was Wednesday morning and Bianca was running late for college, it was sports day and she had her very short gym uniform on, her long legs, like the rest of her, were superlative, the promise of paradise. She raced into the kitchen, stole a piece of toast from Lynda and headed for the front door. She saw Cathy, already dressed, stood by the door with her back to her. Laughingly she said, "Hell, you were quick getting dressed. Ragity". Bianca had taken only half a step when she realised a young woman was standing in the doorway and there were large suitcases scatter around the porch. Bianca's knees buckled as she looked at the gorgeous, tall and slim woman. Bianca had idolised this woman from her very first day at college. Although three years ahead of Bianca at college, Bianca considered every part of her to be perfect. Her stomach lurched and slowly realisation dawned. Bianca blushed as she spun around, to face not Cathy, but Cathy's mother, Alison. Stammering she said, "Oh, I am sorry, I thought you were Cathy. You are Alison I know, but oh, shit this is getting complicated. I am sorry for calling you, well I am sorry." The young woman was laughing and Alison smiled and said, "Don't be, but why Ragity? Bianca blushing said, "You are extremely well dressed. You know the exact opposite of rags." Alison laughed and said, "Well thank you, but, now you better hurry or you will be late". Bianca, dropped her sports bag and said, "Can I start again?" Holding out her hand to Alison, she said more formally than she intended, "Hi I am Bianca." Alison took her hand and they both burst out laughing. Alison leaning toward Bianca, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "It is very nice to meet you. I, we know a little about you, but not surprisingly there are some huge gaps." The young woman who was struggling into the room with a suitcase said, "It seems like Cathy has talked about you for years, she wasn't always very complimentary though. Hi, I'm Jane, Cathy's sister." Bianca felt a tidal wave in the pit of her stomach and flushed. Bianca trembling took Jane's hand and eventually forced her eyes away from Jane. "Oh" Bianca said more than a little embarrassed, "Let me help?" grabbing the remaining cases and dragging them inside. At that moment, Lynda appeared from the kitchen and both she and Alison appeared delighted. Lynda rushed over, they hugged, and Alison said, "Wow, this is a wonderful surprise, how come you're here?" Lynda replied, "Oh, it is a long story I will tell you later." It appeared that Alison was about to insist on the details when a very sleepy Cathy appeared from the bedroom muttering about the noise. Then, seeing her mother and elder sister, she walked unhurriedly to hug her mother, then her sister. Eventually Cathy said, "Oh yes, Mom, Jane this is Bianca and Lynda." "We've met." Jane said curtly. Bianca looked at her watch, then turned and said, "Well I missed the bus to sports, so I suppose I may as well go to Cathy's shop and catch up on the website." In unison Alison and Jane said, "What shop?" They all sat down at the table and Cathy said simply, "I took over Sheila's shop." Adding, "You really own it. Lynda manages it; Bianca models for it and does the specials catalogues and website. When she has figured out what things are, she is a bit naïve when it comes to bdsm equipment. The supplier's harness pictures, are rotated this way and that and Bianca's head is doing the same, she looks utterly confused. Oh yes and James Walsh, remember him, advises on what is legal!" She slid a laptop over to her mother, who began looking at the program displaying pictures of 'marital aids'. "We are doing quite well. The disposable underwear is selling extremely well, prostitutes mainly, they go through a lot but the internet is the real boom!" Alison, who had now picked up the laptop and was rotating it, looked perplexed. Bianca laughed and said, "Item number 014-2391?" Alison glancing to the top of the page, nodded and said, "I don't believe you could get in to this without dislocating something." "See it's not just me!" said Bianca jubilantly. Bianca finally got up and said, "Well I may as well change and go to the shop". She returned within minutes, the change of clothes immediately transforming her from a college girl to a sophisticated and very sexy young woman. Jane gasped involuntarily but Alison smiled knowingly. Jane and Alison decided to accompany Bianca to the shop, to check out the business and with Lynda, they all left. Alison and the others had spent an enjoyable day looking at the shop; Jane was particularly impressed with the pictures of Bianca modelling a variety of underwear. Jane just loved one of the back of Bianca showing a large rose tattoo at her bikini line. As they returned home, they all decided that they should spoil themselves and have dinner out. Alison said that the best food was to be found at 'Gays' a lesbian restaurant in the city centre and asked if anyone had any objections. Lynda laughed and said, "I forgot I was surrounded by lesbians." Alison, without thinking looked at Bianca and asked, "Are you a .." but stopped. Bianca laughed and replied proudly, "a lesbian. Yes I am." Jane looked elated and opened her mouth to speak, but Bianca added, "Exclusively, not bi." Jane smiling relaxed. While Alison booked a table for five, on the assumption that Cathy would accompany them, Bianca, who had spilled photo copying powder down her skirt, stood and said, "I better wash and dry these, they are my only clothes apart from jeans and college uniforms." Jane smiled and said, "I am sure I will have some clothes to fit you, come on lets see." Jane looked at Bianca and grabbing her arm pulled her towards her bedroom. Bianca's heart beat faster as Jane led her into the bedroom and she tried desperately to ignore the feelings in her stomach and vagina. On entering the bedroom, Jane said, "OK take off your clothes, and I will find you something sexy". Bianca, hesitated, and said, "Are you sure?" Jane smiled and crossing to Bianca took her in her arms and held her tight. Bianca gasped. Her heart pounded somewhere near her throat, her stomach was in turmoil and she clung to Jane, resting her head on Jane's breasts, breathing in the perfume that was Jane. Too quickly in Bianca's opinion, Jane moved to release her and said, "I am. Now off with those clothes." Jane slid Bianca's suit jacket off and then reaching down pulled Bianca's top off. Jane gasped and catching her breath, said hesitantly, "That bra is not right". Bianca removed her bra, both girls apparently trying desperately to ignore Bianca's nipples, which were erect and obviously hard. Her other bras were not right either so Jane after removing her top passed Bianca her bra. Bianca stared at the topless Jane; her nipples too were erect and hard. Before Bianca could think, she said, "You are so beautiful, you are perfect! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!" Jane smiled and said, "Have you looked in a mirror recently?" Bianca flushed and put the cups of Jane's bra over her breasts and giggled. Jane cast an enquiring glance and Bianca said, "A fraction big but the cups are really warm, it's nice. Are you hot?" Bianca, realising what she had said turned bright red, but Jane laughing said, "Not a question I am prepared to answer at this precise moment! Now a skirt, what do I have?" Bianca froze, she knew her panties were saturated with her vaginal fluid, she could not let Jane see just how sexually excited she was. Thinking wildly for any excuse she said, "That's ok I will wash this one." Jane thought for a minute and retrieved a short skirt from the wardrobe while Bianca stared at Jane, her arousal reaching fever pitch. Jane suddenly stopped and looked at Bianca and said, "Well, take off your skirt". Bianca blushed and turned around, trying to hide her engorged nipples, which were now clearly visible beneath the bra, she slowly, ever so slowly, started to slide her skirt down and as she reach the point when she would expose her sodden panties, she stopped. Bianca lowered her head and fell silent, the only sound being her own erratic shallow breathing. Bianca jumped as two hands touched her shoulders and realising that the hands were Jane's she lent back into Jane's arms, her head coming to rest on Jane's naked breasts. Almost at the same instant, Jane's arms encircled her and embraced her. Bianca moaned as a hand cupped her breast and a second hand glided across her stomach, moving lower towards her pussy. Jane hesitated at Bianca's pubic mound and Bianca shook with anticipation. Desperate to caress Jane, Bianca tried to turn to kiss Jane, but Jane would not let her as her hand moved closer to Bianca's cunt. Bianca, desperate to caress Jane pushed her hand between her own back and Jane's stomach. She sought out the top of Jane's panties and pressed her hand to Jane's stomach moving toward her clit, but Jane's hand had found Bianca's clit and it seemed that her whole body was shaking with a massive orgasm. Bianca opened her mouth to cry out, but Jane's hand quickly moved from Bianca's breast and over Bianca's mouth as she involuntarily screamed her pleasure. An instant later Jane began to shake and an orgasm flooded her senses. She bit down on Bianca's shoulder so she too would remain silent. It seemed an eternity before their orgasms subsided, but finally they moved apart, Jane smiled at Bianca and hugging her said "Wow, that was perfect. I needed you so badly." Bianca smiled back replying, "Me too. I have never experienced anything like that before, but we better hurry up before Alison gets suspicious." Jane laughed and said, "We will talk about that in the morning." Cathy breezed in when the quartet were almost ready to leave and declined to accompany them. Alison's group reached the restaurant and seated themselves in a secluded corner. An attractive waitress, around Alison's age, politely handed each a menu and smiling at Alison asked if they would like drinks. It was obvious to everyone that the waitress was particularly attracted to Alison. Alison shrugged it off but later when she found herself alone at the table, the waitress approached. Trying to avoid any embarrassment Alison said that she was in a permanent relationship with one of the women at her table and the waitress said, "God, I would give anything for a permanent loving relationship!" Alison watched her walk away, a little sad, but admiring the woman's beauty and style, Alison had to admit to herself that the woman really turned her on. The conversation within the group meandered over many subjects and they were all laughing as the waitress appeared and returned with Alison's credit card along with the meal receipt. She informed Alison privately that she had slipped in her own telephone number, adding, "if ever". Alison smiled at her and slipped the card and papers into her bag, the waitress left, scowling unfairly at Lynda. Lynda, Alison, Jane and Bianca finally returned home around midnight and soon Bianca smiled at Jane and excused herself. She had no desire to watch Jane and Alison go off to bed hand in hand. As she climbed into her own bed, she was nevertheless restless, and tossed and turned thinking of Jane, her sexual excitement patently obvious; it was some time before she fell asleep. When Alison finally put the lights out there was still no sign of Cathy. It had been just over four traumatic weeks since that day, the day Cathy vanished. The authorities were now convinced that Cathy had simply runaway as evidence emerged she had flown to South America. Although life had improved dramatically for Bianca, Bianca was worried that the sexual episode with Jane had just been an aberration; a tease because Jane had found out Bianca was a lesbian. Bianca was sat at the dining table appearing to do her homework. Jane was sat on the lounge facing Bianca and reading a book. Bianca kept stealing glances at Jane and then turning back trying to implant the image permanently in her brain. Bianca had lately started to masturbate on her mental images and thoughts of Jane. However, a mental battle regarding Jane's relationship with Alison was still raging within her. Bianca was particularly turned on tonight as Jane had on a short straight skirt, and a close fitting long sleeved V necked sweater. To complement these Jane wore lace-topped stockings and four-inch high-heels, which only enhanced her tall slim perfect body. Bianca's eyes closed and she drifted into her favourite fantasy were Jane was her lover, her vagina was hot and very wet, she could smell her own sexual excitement, but she was rudely awakened from her fantasy by a hand being gently placed around her shoulders. She turned rapidly and looked straight at the profile of Jane's breasts. "Fuck," Bianca thought as she stared at Jane's breasts, the size and shape are ideal, they are something from a classical Greek sculpture she thought, and Jane's nipples pressing against her sweater only heightened Bianca's sexual arousal. If she could only touch them, caress the nipple, but she must not. Jane bent lower to see what Bianca was working on. "Fuck," Bianca thought as she realised she could see most of Jane's breast down the neck of her sweater. After, what seemed an age, Bianca tore her eyes away from Jane's breasts, and looked again at Jane's facial profile. "Fuck," Bianca thought again, she is gorgeous, but when Jane turned her head to face Bianca, their lips were only an inch apart and without thinking Bianca stretched to kiss Jane's lips, but Jane was also moving to kiss Bianca and their lips met with the lightest of touches. Bianca parted her lips instinctively, but once again, Alison's voice floated in as she opened the front door. Bianca jumped up and ran off to the kitchen, both embarrassed and immensely frustrated. She slammed the button on the coffee maker and almost collapsed on to the kitchen counter, the smell of her own sexual arousal palatable. She looked at Jane and saw that she was smiling. Bianca pulled a face signifying her disappointment as Alison entered the room. Alison stopped almost as she entered and looked at Bianca and then at Jane. Bianca was sure she knew what she had just interrupted. Then in a stern voice Alison said, "Bianca, it is about time you knew the whole truth. OK, Jane and I returned from our World trip because we both sensed our relationship had, well, ended. The love, the sexual attraction, in terms of being romantic sexual lovers, had undergone a metamorphosis and had become the deepest of friendships based on mutual respect and affection. However, the passion was gone." "Oh!" Bianca exclaimed, "I'm sorry." "Are you?" Alison said in an amused tone, causing Bianca to flush red. Alison continued, "Over the last month a relationship between a certain waitress and myself has developed and we intend to see it grow. Jane approves; she has what I would call, a dream, a desire for a relationship with a particularly sophisticated lady." "Oh!" Bianca said quietly, her heart sinking. Alison stared at Bianca's face, and then said, "I think I have said too much, I will let Jane take over and I will make the coffee." As she walked away, Bianca, a tear forming in the corner of her eye, looked at Jane and said, "Who is she?" Jane smiled and reach out to wipe the tear from Bianca's face and said simply, "You!" As what Jane said slowly registered with Bianca, she threw herself into Jane's arms and kissed every part of her she could reach. Eventually finding her lips, she kissed them passionately and simply refused to stop. Even when Alison entered the dining area, Bianca refused to let go of Jane and held tight as if Jane would disappear if she loosened her grip. As Jane talked to Alison, Bianca was holding Jane's hand tightly just aching to explore her body and to make love to her. She was not listening to the conversation and when Alison said goodnight and left she was surprised. She looked at Jane thinking of asking why she had left but without hesitation, she threw her arms around Jane and stared up into her eyes. Jane lowered her head and they began to kiss, a passion rising in them both that they had never experienced before. Jane took Bianca's hand and guided her to the sofa and they sat next to each other wrapped in each other's arms. Bianca was desperate and lifted her lips towards Jane and as they kissed, Bianca brushed Jane's breast with her hand. Jane moaned slightly and drew Bianca even closer, kissing her so ardently, that Bianca felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep within her. Jane's tongue frantic in the exploration of Bianca's mouth was withdrawn, and Jane moved down to savour the nape of Bianca's neck. Bianca moaned loudly as Jane continued to move slowly down, amorously unbuttoning her college blouse. They paused in their embrace to discard Bianca's blouse and sports bra. As the bra was removed, Jane gasped and she pounced on Bianca's nipples, sucking and nibbling them while her hands gently cupped each of her breasts. Bianca was spellbound by Jane's embrace and the orgasm, which had been building from the first touch, cascaded through Bianca's body. Bianca grasped Jane's head and held it tight to her breasts as shock waves of pleasure cascaded through her. Bianca, moaning loudly, was in ecstasy, but Jane continued to slide down her body. Lifting Bianca's skirt and pulling her panties off, Jane paused briefly before gently pushing her legs apart to gaze at Bianca's pussy. Jane began stroking Bianca's vaginal lips before a single finger forced entry into her cunt and Jane's mouth descended to both suck and nibble Bianca's clit. Bianca writhed and twisted with pleasure finally succumbing to a massive orgasm, which took her to the edge of oblivion. Panting, Bianca was desperate to satisfy Jane. She looked into Jane's face, smeared with her own vaginal fluid, and passionately kissed Jane's lips, tasting her own cum. Bianca felt fingers re-enter her cunt and as a third finger toyed with her anal rose bud, she screamed with pleasure. Jane slowly moved her fingers in and out of Bianca's cunt while the third finger slowly penetrated her arse. Bianca was in ecstasy and started to move up and down on Jane's fingers, grabbing her own nipples and squeezing them, pulling them, twisting them, anything to gain sexual pleasure. She felt Jane's breast and lifted Jane's top in order to suck and pinch her nipples. Her hand glided down Jane's stomach and Jane separated her thighs. Bianca found Jane's smooth pubic mound. Her hand moved inexorably to Jane's clit and Bianca started to caress the clitoris, finally entering Jane's cunt with her fingers. Both girls began moaning loudly and moved wantonly on the fingers of the other. Almost together, they climaxed both squirting volumes of vaginal fluid as their bodies were racked with pleasure. They clung to each other for a long time before either of them moved, but eventually they both settled back on to the couch and Jane pulled Bianca's head on to her lap, gently caressing her hair, while Bianca held Jane around the waist, occasionally squeezing her tight. Bianca It might have been an hour or maybe two before either of them spoke, but finally Bianca said, "That was fantastic, totally unbelievable." Lifting herself up, she kissed Jane passionately. Jane looked at Bianca and embracing her Jane said, "Is there anything you do that is not perfect, for that matter is there any part of you that is not perfect?" They kissed again and again. Finally, Bianca jumped up and spreading her arms and twirling around she said loudly, "I would not say I am perfect but you are!" Jane got to her feet and together they returned to the dining table. As Bianca was making coffee, she looked at Jane seriously and said, "You would tell me wouldn't you? If anything was wrong, I mean." Jane laughed and said, "Yes, of course". Then as Bianca stared at her, Jane added, "Ok you are perfect but certain things surprised me a little". "What?" Bianca asked somewhat perplexed. Jane laughing said, "Where is your rose tattoo?" Bianca giggled and said, "In Photoshop". Jane laughed again and said, "Well, I expected you to have had a shaved pussy, not a mass of pubic hair." Bianca flushed and muttered, "I usually do, but recently I never saw the point. The only woman I really wanted was, I thought, in a long term relationship, and no one else was going to get there!" They both laughed. "Ok next?" said Bianca. Jane taking a deep breath said, "I did not know how you would react to anal penetration." Bianca flushing slightly said, "Actually, I really enjoyed it, it was done right. Next?" "No, it is your turn," said Jane. Bianca said quickly, "Does Alison really think I am sophisticated?" Jane burst out laughing and said, "Alison thinks the sun shines out of your arse. OK next question." Bianca said hesitantly, "Well I wanted to caress you more, I wanted to make you happy, make you climax as you had made me climax so many times and I never really got the chance. I wanted to show you how much I want you, need you, love you." There was a pause before Jane spoke, then she said, "I absolutely adored what you did and of course I want more. However, I suppose I get a huge, huge amount of sexual gratification from giving you pleasure and seeing you climax. Next time I will remember that you also want the pleasure of seeing me delirious." Bianca smiled broadly and walking over to Jane took both her hands, led her back to the sofa. Pushing her down, she said with a smile, "It is next time." Bianca knelt before Jane and pushed her skirt up and never taking her eyes from Jane's, she removed her panties. She slowly pushed Jane's knees apart and kissed Jane's thighs, slowly, very slowly working her way towards her pussy, kissing, licking and biting. As Bianca reached Jane's pussy, fluid was pouring from Jane's cunt and Bianca hungrily licked the fluid from her cunt lips. Bianca's tongue explored every part of Jane's cunt, circling her clit many times. All the time Jane was moaning softly but she gasped as Bianca's tongue flicked her clit. All Bianca's actions were slow and deliberate, and as she pushed her tongue into Jane's cunt, Jane began writhing in ecstasy throwing her arms over her head and gripping the back of the sofa, lifting her hips to Bianca's mouth. Bianca pushed her tongue in as far as she could reach and began swirling it around licking and probing the vaginal cavity. Jane was delirious with pleasure and Bianca, withdrawing her tongue, bent lower and began playing her tongue around Jane's anal rose. Bianca slowly pushed two fingers into Jane's cunt and with her other hand, pushed a finger into Jane's anus. Bianca started to pump them in and out very slowly. Jane was whimpering as Bianca kissed her clit. Then when Bianca sucked the clit hard into her mouth, teasing the end with her tongue as she sucked harder and harder, Jane screamed and her cunt exploded, squirting fluid into Bianca's mouth, face and tits. Jane collapsed panting and mumbling incomprehensibly. After several minutes Jane grabbed Bianca and pulling her to her, began kissing her passionately, simply refusing to stop. Bianca moved to sit next to Jane and they again held each other without speaking, simply kissing, caressing and looking at each other, drinking in each other's beauty. Eventually, Jane said, "Shower". They both walked to the shower and discarding the last remnants of clothing, Bianca move to enter the shower but Jane held her and said, "Sit and spread your legs". Bianca smiled and sat hoping that Jane was again going to play with her cunt. However, Jane picked up an electric razor and swinging it mischievously, said, "Bald, landing strip or heart?" Bianca giggled and said, "Your choice". Minutes later Bianca had a pubic hair heart on her pelvic mound and once again, she was aching for Jane's touch. Jane looked at the heart shape, said, "No", and immediately began shaping the pubic hair into a 'landing strip'. Again, she looked, said, "No", and proceeded to take off all the hair around Bianca's vagina. When she had finished she place her cheek on Bianca's pubic mound and slowly caressed Bianca's pussy with her face. Bianca was delirious with the pleasure of Jane's touch and when Jane took Bianca's clit into her mouth, she soon exploded once again in an orgasm. Minutes later, they both entered the shower and began to wash each other and Jane pushed Bianca up against the shower wall. Bianca was facing the wall, Jane moved to spread Bianca's legs, and she gently inserted vaginal and anal vibrators. Jane began to toy with Bianca's clit and began rolling her nipples. Bianca tried to turn around but Jane slapped her arse, sharply, and told her not to move. Jane continued to fondle her breasts and nipples as the vibrators took Bianca closer and closer to orgasm. Bianca, her hands flat against the wall pushed her arse towards Jane and tensed, as another massive orgasm surged through her. Bianca slid down onto the shower floor breathing erratically. Eventually they towelled each other's bodies and blow-dried each other's hair and putting on panties, they decided it was time for bed. Jane and Bianca slept in each other's arms oblivious to the rest of the world. Around noon, Bianca awoke to gentle kisses on her closed eyelids and as she opened her eyes, Jane moved her lips to kiss her cheek. Without conscious thought, Bianca turned her lips to Jane's and their lips met in a gentle embrace. "Time to rise and shine sleepy head," Jane said, adding, "We have slept most the morning, any longer and we will never sleep tonight!" "Don't intend to." Bianca replied sleepily. Bianca & I Waking up the next morning was different than any other morning. Today I woke up and my first thought was to whether I had dreamt the events of last night. This certainly wasn't my bed and this certainly wasn't my bedroom. I looked over to the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 7:30 in the morning. Outside, the first rays of sunlight were peering through the curtains. But more importantly, I saw a pair of pink panties on the floor. I could see some other items of clothing strewn on the floor from where I laid. I smiled, it wasn't a dream. I turned over in bed and to see Bianca lying naked beside me. She laid on her back as she slept, a serene expression on her face, her hair a tangled mess, the sheets draped across only the lower half of her body, one long naked leg out of the covers, her breasts rising and falling alluringly with every breath she took. I watched her sleep for a long time. I smiled as she unconsciously moved her hand up to her left breast and rubbed her nipple slightly in her sleep. I slowly and gently moved my hand to cup her breast. Once more, Bianca's hand instinctively moved to her breast, this time she touched my hand instead. Beneath my hand, I could feel the warmth from her breasts, and above I could feel her hand against mine. Her slender fingers interlocking with my own. With a simple touch and gentle squeeze of her firm and ample breast, the memories from last night flooded back to me. We had made love in the dark, so to see her body so clearly in the morning light was still a new experience. But the touch felt the same. As I lay on my side facing her, I continued my visual exploration of her body. All those sexy curves which the sheets didn't do much to hide were revealed to me. I moved my hand from one breast onto the other. My hand lingered there for several moments, gently brushing her nipple with my thumb before I moved to nestle may hand in between her breasts. Whereas the skin all over her body was cool, in between her breasts, it was anything but. I stopped for a moment just to think about things for a second. Two week ago, this scene right here, would've seemed like an impossibility. Hell, the odds of me and her in the same room would've seemed remote two weeks ago. But here we were. I think in the back of my mind, I've been waiting for this for a long long time. Not that I ever would've admitted to it. But now that we're both here, in bed, and obviously not "just friends", I wanted the whole world to know. She was mine. I couldn't help but think to myself, how the fuck did this happen. Actually, I know exactly how it happened. Three years of close friendship, all the while mild flirty started to creep in. One year of zero contact. And then the events of the three days. Just three days and everything between us changed. These three days......... *** THREE DAYS AGO Here was a familiar feeling I thought as I stared blankly at my phone, just waiting for a reply text. She normally doesn't reply promptly. Actually, Bianca never replies promptly. I don't know why today would be any exception, but I continued to sit there and stare. Perhaps some context would help. Bianca, my closest high school friend, now finds herself in the category of people who I would list as having fallen out of touch with. I like to think of myself as an island, not a very social person, stay in on a Friday night type of guy, but Bianca was the one person girl I was always willing to change for. At first I just figured that with her, I had reached a new level of platonic friendship that I had never reached with anyone else. But of course, typically, it took me until high school was over and University started that I finally realised I had true feelings for her. For any other person this wouldn't be much of a problem. But I relied on school to maintain my friendships. The consistency, the institutionalisation, the thought that day after day you will keep seeing these people. And if you're lucky, it's people you like. It's a wonderful institution, school is. You come there to learn but only a mere 4 years afterwards, you can barely recall any of the mathematics or English literature but what you do remember is the people. For me, it wasn't plural, it was singular, it was Bianca. But university is a different beast, it seems the same, go to a building, study, meet people, go home. But it's different. Less hours for starters, a lot more people in your lectures and tutorials, you never seem to have the same people in your class one semester as you did the last. It's harder to build friendships in an environment like this, and furthermore, your hours spent studying seems to be tenfold that of high school. Doesn't leave much time for old friends. So that's what happened with Bianca and I. Notwithstanding the fact I was a social cripple a lot of the times, studying really took up all our time. In the end, we started to fall out of touch. Actually, we had fallen out of touch. Only yesterday did realise that I hadn't seen her in almost a year. I couldn't really recall when our last meeting was. I think we when we bumped into each other in a coffee shop. I don't remember what we talked about; I just know it was so long ago. But I do remember our friendship slowly declining since high school. So here I was, a year later, sending her a message in the vain hope that she would reply and we'd go out and get lunch some day. All the while I tried to recall old times, and was thinking what I should do about these feelings of mine should she come back into my life again in a big way. I don't know why I'm waiting here hoping the phone will start vibrating. She never replies that quickly. If anything, I shouldn't expect a message for another 3- And suddenly the phone burst to life. I picked it up immediately, opened the message. And lo and behold, it was from Bianca. It read: "Hey Nate, so gr8 2 here from u. I'm sry but I cant do thursday, I hav a lecture on @ that time- My heart sank. I wasn't surprised. I had gotten this message and variations of it many times. She could never fit me into her schedule. But then I saw there was more to the message. I half heartedly scrolled down not expecting much. "-but wat r u doing now? I can use a study break." Needless to say, I stood up in the middle of my lecture and got the hell out of there quietly. *** It's a strange feeling meeting up with someone who you hadn't seen in over 12 months. You wonder if the familiarity is still there; the friendliness and the warmth. And then you wonder why you hadn't heard from each other in so long. It couldn't just have been because we've been too busy with university. The summer and semester breaks are more than ample. I began to wonder if it was something I had said. This is of course how my brain usually is. Full of paranoia and self assessment. Then she walked in the door. In a café full of elderly people and high school students skipping class, she stood out very brightly. I had forgotten how beautiful she looked. Her hair was still at shoulder length; dark and wavy as ever. She looked slightly slimmer than I remembered but still retained that bell curve shaped body. Had she been working out? I could swear her breasts were larger. Not huge, just the normal size breasts for a girl her size and age. She always did have a bit of a flat chest. Maybe it was just the shirt that accentuated that particular feature today. Or maybe I should wave her over to the table instead of staring at her breasts. And that's exactly what I did. She came over, smiled and moved to sit down. Should I have hugged her, I thought to myself. We were always close but never really showed it through hugs and cheek kisses. She took her seat opposite me and casually said, 'Hey Nate.' 'I'm not one for clichés but you don't call, you don't write,' I said jokingly. 'It's horrible I know. How long ago since we last saw each other?' '10 and a half months but who's counting,' I said dryly. 'You should've called sooner.' 'I did. You didn't respond.' She covered her mouth with her hand and said, 'Crap! I'm so sorry. I remember that text message you sent me now. I meant to reply to it but, well, you know me.' I laughed. 'Don't apologise. It's no ones fault. The important thing is that you're here now. Coffee?' I asked gesturing to the front counter. Bianca stared outside for a moment and then back at me. 'Are you kidding? It's sweltering outside. I had to stop by my gym about an hour ago just to take another shower.' 'So......that's a no on the coffee then?' She laughed and finally sat back in her chair and relaxed. 'Alright, I'll admit it. I've missed you. And I don't say that to many people, least of all, guys. So you're extra lucky.' I smiled. 'What would Jonathan think if he heard that?' She stopped smiling briefly before saying. 'John and I broke a while ago.' 'Oh I'm sorry,' I said instinctively. To my surprised Bianca giggled and said, 'You're so full of shit.' 'What? I always liked John.' Bianca scoffed. 'No you didn't. You never liked him. And you especially didn't like us together.' 'Says who?' I protested. 'You did,' she chuckled. 'After we broke up shortly after high school.' She just shook her head and we both laughed. We just looked at each other smiling. It seemed as if we couldn't keep our eyes off of each other. I laughed, 'Fair enough. And I still stand by that. Fact of the matter is, I only liked him because he made you happy. But then again, a lot of better guys could also do the same.' Bianca averted her gaze and I think for a moment, she smiled. 'So, she says, changing the subject. In the year since I last saw you, anyone special pop into your life. Are you seeing a special someone?' she asked. 'Bianca, it's me we're talking about here. I get obsessed with girls and just end up doing nothing but lurking their Facebook page.' 'Like you did with Jane back in high school.' I smiled. 'Actually, I stalked her Myspace page in high school.' We both smiled and continued to look at each other. Neither of us said anything for about 30 seconds. We were probably the only people at a table in the café who weren't talking. I think in those seconds, our minds just went back to high school as we remembered old times. Well, my mind did anyway. The whole time though, I was still looking right into her eyes. They're blue, I never knew she had blue eyes. Finally I broke the silence. 'I sometimes forget how much we told each other.' 'Am I still the only person to know about your infamous high school crush on Jane?' 'You were the first. But no, a few other people know about it now. Even Jane knows now that I had a crush on her now.' 'She does? How did that happen? 'Yeah, we kinda had a short little thing. And no one knows about that except me and her.' 'Really? You and Jane for real?! I'm flattered you told me that. I don't understand why you did but I'm flattered,' she said. I leaned forward. She took that as a signal to sit up straight. I started slowly. 'We were the closest of friends in year 12. Told each other secrets and confided in each other and all that crap. But after high school, I don't know, we kinda lost something. Can't blame a guy for wanting to get it back.' 'I don't think we lost anything. In fact, out of all my high school friends, I probably see you most often.' 'Me?! I haven't seen you in almost a year,' I paused for a moment before saying. She shrugged, 'Even so. ' I sat back in my chair, somewhat happy with this revelation. I looked at Bianca who seemed unsure of something. I was about to prompt her when she asked me, 'So you and Jane huh? Is it over?' she said obviously choosing her words carefully. 'Yeah, it was over pretty quickly.' 'What happened?' 'Well, you chase after a girl for three years and when you catch up with her, you're so exhausted that all you want to do is crash on a bed.' Bianca had a bemused look on her face. Almost like she didn't quite know whether to feel pity or laugh. Or she might not have known what the hell I was talking about. And so I explained, 'For the record, she was on the bed.' Bianca nodded slightly. There was silence again. 'The bed is a metaphor for sex,' I explained further. She burst out laughing, 'Yeah, I figured. It's just a stupid analogy, that's all.' I laughed, 'In the end, we just weren't right for each other. I think we both knew it from the start. And so we mucked around for a few weeks but we realised in the end, we only ever worked as part time friends. Glorified acquaintances if you will. I think I just liked the idea of being with the most popular girl from high school and she just needed a rebound after a break up.' 'She wasn't the right girl for you huh? Too bad,' she said as big smile spread across her face. 'You seem happy with that.' I saw Bianca was obviously trying to suppress a smile. Every time she opened her mouth to speak, the smile would come back. She was obviously happy with this news for some reason. I wasn't angry. More amused. 'I'm not smiling,' she said while still trying not to smile. 'It's too bad things didn't work out.' 'Bianca.' 'I'm not smiling Nate. Oh by the way, it's probably a good thing you called me today because I still have your CD back at my place. You gave it to me well over a year ago.' 'Wow, that was a really subtle attempt to change topics there,' I said sarcastically. 'Nevertheless; which CD?' 'The Beatles, The White Album. You gave it to me so long ago I begun to think it was mine. I only remembered it was yours just now.' 'Of course, I was wondering where that was. I forgot I gave it to you. What else of mine do you still have?' 'Apart from a disturbing amount of high school work I copied from you all those years ago, nothing. Anyway, you can swing by my place and pick it up after we're all done here.' 'After we're done here? I thought you had a lecture to go to after this.' Bianca shrugged. 'You were always telling me I should skip classes. I never did because I never had a good reason. And now I do.' 'And that reason is......?' I asked. She finally picked up a menu from the table, peered over the top to looked at me and simply said, 'You.' *** True to her word, Bianca decided to skip her class allowing us to take our time eating lunch before wandering around town aimlessly and giving us more time to talk and reminisce. Of course it took us only one minute to realise how bad an idea this was seeing as how it was ridiculously hot outside. Although in that brief minute or two of walking around, it did allow me to look at her properly. It's funny, we had only really known each other in high school during our senior year, and then the first two years of university but less frequently. Despite this, I was still unaccustomed to seeing her without her old high school uniform. Obviously, the high school uniform was pretty conservative and far from revealing. So it was always a pleasant surprise when I saw her dress as she did today, very simply in loose fitting pink shirt showing off some very mild cleavage and tight shorts. The fact she had obviously worked out and exercised in the year since I last saw her enhanced her beauty more. But as I mentioned before, we didn't stay out in the sun long and so she offered to take me back to her place to collect my CD. And by "offered to take me back", I of course mean I drove her home. *** 'You know, I think this may be the first time I've ever been to your house,' I said as we walked up the drive way to her house. 'Well, I'm not in the business of taking boys home to show to my parents.' 'What's the harm? I'm not your boyfriend?' 'But you are a boy, and because of that, the moment you leave, my parents will start interrogating me for information about you. That's just the way they are. Don't want their precious eldest daughter hooking up with some loser without a job or an education,' as she took out her keys and begun to unlock the door. 'So why are you inviting me in now?' She opened the door and walked inside. And without looking back, she said. 'It's a weekday. Nobody's home. It's just you and me.' I froze in the doorway for a moment. I didn't quite know what to make of that last remark. Did it mean anything? Once more, as has been the case for so much of our friendship, the line between platonic friends and relationship was beginning to blur. What's wrong with me? She offers to give me back my CD and suddenly I'm imagining fantasies of me and her hooking up and becoming a couple? It was then that it finally dawned on me, I think I'm in love with her. Meeting up with her again today has made me realise how much I've missed her. These feelings have always been here, but only now are they truly on the surface. And now, she's invited me into her empty house and about to lead me into her bedroom. All these thoughts rushed through my head during the 20 or so seconds in took to get from the front door to her bedroom near the back of the house. When I stepped inside her bedroom, I was surprised by how neat everything was. It wasn't an overly feminine room except for the clothes lying around and the makeup and perfume by her table and on the shelf. The bed was a double at least, furniture seemed quite expensive, random photos were stuck to the mirror on her desk. I walked over to look at them as she rummaged through all the disks around her CD player. 'It's here somewhere. Just hold on a second, I'll find it.' 'Take your time,' I said as I peered at the photo collage she had made next to and around the mirror. One or two of the people in the photos I recognised from high school, some I had seen from her Facebook page but there were many I didn't recognise. It was then I said to her, 'You know, I don't think we've ever taken a photo together.' 'What?' she said half chuckling. 'It's just that we've known each other a while and I don't have a photo with you.' She turned around and gave me a quizzical little look. I smiled and said, 'What? I can't act normal and be sentimental?' 'It's not that. It's just that you're always usually so sarcastic and sadistic.' 'Sadistic? Sarcastic yes, but sadistic?! That's a bit harsh,' I laughed. 'And true. I don't think you really listen to how you talk sometimes,' she smiled. 'Ah! Here it is,' she said cheerily as she walked over to me with the CD in hand. 'The Beatles' The White Album, it's yours. Sorry about the very very very late return.' 'Very late. But thanks,' I said. To be honest I didn't really care about the CD all that much. I was just so focussed on her right up until the second she excused herself to go to the bathroom. 'You have your own bathroom?' 'Yeah, when we first moved into the house, me and my sisters played rock papers scissors to see who would get the bedroom with its own bathroom. I won.' I laughed and sat down on the bed looking absently at the CD. It seemed to be in good condition. From the bathroom I heard her turn on the faucet. I didn't quite know what was going to happen when she came out. Would we just sit and talk or would I leave or would she surprise me and come out the bathroom in nothing but her lingerie. She didn't by the way. But in the meantime, I looked over to the bathroom and saw the door was slightly ajar. Despite my brain telling me not to look, I couldn't help it. In the basin mirror, I saw her splash water onto her face and neck. A lot of the water slowly trickled down her neck and down to the curves of her breasts. She took a wash cloth and dried her face and neck before soaking up the water on her chest. As she did so, I could see her straighten her shirt and her hair. She quickly adjusted her bra before looking into the mirror. I don't know if she saw me looking at her but I quickly averted my eyes. After several more moments, she came out of the bathroom looking refreshed. Bianca & I 'Sorry. But it's way too hot today. Can I get you any water?' 'No I'm fine.' We paused and looked at each other. Me sitting at the front of her bed, her leaning against the bathroom door. We were apart by only about five metres. So close yet so far. Neither of us said anything for a moment, we just stared at each other as we had done several times today. Eventually I just blurted out something before it got awkward. 'Uh, you probably have work to do. I should leave you to it.' She quickly said, 'No Nate, it's fine. You can-' '-No, it's probably best I leave. Or else I might do something stupid,' I said interrupting her. 'Something stupid?' she asked. 'You know, like......' I said as I trailed off. Eventually we both just laughed awkwardly and I slowly made my way back to the front door, her close behind me. As I was about to step outside, I turned back to face her and said. 'Bianca.' 'Yes Nate?' 'Don't make me wait another year to see you again. I've actually missed your company. It's been weird not having someone to listen to me whinge about all my shitty problems.' 'Don't you whinge to anyone else apart from me?' 'Nope. Only you.' 'Why? I mean, in the whole scheme of things, I don't haven't known you as long as some other people.' 'I trust you. And I've always been more comfortable talking to you than anyone else for some reason.' She smiled absently before looking back up at me. 'I'll call you soon. Don't worry.' I laughed. 'Last time you said that, we fell out of touch for a year.' 'I'm sorry. Won't happen again. I tell you what, how about the movies this weekend?' 'My my, I could never get you come out of the house before and now you're the one offering. I like this new you.' 'So that's a yes?' 'Saturday, we'll go to the cinemas. I'll pick you up.' 'I'm looking forward to it Nate. I'll seeya later,' she said smiling widely. She slowly walked up to me and to my surprise, she wrapped her arms around my body and neck as she hugged me. Like I said before, we never really showed any physical affection despite our closeness during all those years. It was nice, and somehow strange at the same time. But mainly nice. I stood there for probably 5 seconds before I put my arms around her. Her head was nestled on my shoulder beside my head. Her hair in my face, I could smell that perfume of hers. It was always the smell I associated with her. It was intoxicating. The hug wasn't a quick one, it lingered for several seconds. It lingered for about 10 seconds. More than just a normal goodbye hug between friends I thought to myself. Slowly, very slowly we both withdrew. Her hands were slow to slip off of my shoulders. My hands were slow to slip off of her back and her waist. Our faces moved away from each others. But as they did, I felt my cheek grazed hers. The perfume was still there, alluring as ever. I couldn't explain my next move, I guess I was just so drawn to her in that moment, I just couldn't help myself. On any other day she might've pushed me away violently, but on this particular day, on this particular day, meeting up a full year since we last saw each other, I moved my lips over to hers and I gently kissed her. I could see her eyes shoot wide open at first. Her soft supple and moist lips, didn't move as I softly planted a kiss on them. As I slowly drew away, expecting the consequences of what I just did, she leaned in and returned the kiss. It was just as gentle as mine. Very soon we were slowly kissing in the door way. Her lips moving with mine. Her tongue, slowly slipping between her lips and into my mouth. Very slowly, without breaking the kiss, I moved out of the door way and back into the house, closing the door behind me before giving her my full attention again. Figuring I was in it now, I reversed our positions and gently pushed her up against the front door. I finally broke the kiss and looked at her. She was breathing heavily. Her breasts rising and falling seductively. She looked at me with those green eyes of hers. Slowly slipped my hand up her shirt and cupped her right breast through her bra. They were bigger than I had expected, but still couldn't have been much more than a C cup, maybe a D at most. My knowledge of bra sizes is terrible. I could feel her nipple poking through the thin fabric of her bra. I fumbled with the bra clasp for a moment before giving up and roughly pushing her bra out of the way. I could feel her breasts spring free and for the first time, I clutched her naked breast. I gently gave it a squeeze eliciting a soft moan from between Bianca's lips as I continued to kiss her more passionately with every passing moment. With one hand, I continued to play with her lovely breasts, with my other hand I begun caressing the side of her body, savouring her curves. Eventually, my hand found its way to her waist and from there, her thighs. I slowly wrapped my fingers around the elastic band of her shorts and slowly slipped them down her silky smooth thighs. I broke our kiss and moved both of my hands to her panties and slowly slipped them down her legs too. I moved my hands behind her and grabbed her tight ass. It took her by surprised as she flinched a bit at the contact. Like the rest of her body, her ass was near perfect. She was a slender girl but still maintained a rather fleshy bottom. But I wasn't so much as interested in her ass as I was her vagina which was revealed to me. I quickly undid my pants with one hand before grabbing both her thighs and hoisting her up off her feet and against the front door. She quickly wrapped her legs around me. I was ready, she was ready, we were both so turned on and so focussed on each other that nothing else mattered in that moment. All that mattered was her arms were around my neck, her naked legs around my waist, only a thin layer of clothing separating her bare breasts from my chest, the scent of her perfume everywhere. I was about to do what we both so dearly wanted in that moment, but like I said, we were so focussed on each other than nothing else seemed to matter. So when we both heard the automatic door to the house's carport open, we both froze. Bianca jumped off of me and planted her feet to the floor and opened the front door slightly to take a look outside. 'Shit, my parents are home. You have to hide,' she hissed. 'Fuck,' I groaned in frustrated. I quickly did up my pants as Bianca picked her panties and shorts off the floor and hurriedly put them back on. 'Good thing my car's parked across the road. I'll make a run for it. Maybe your parents won't see me.' 'No no, they're already out the door,' she said panicked as we indeed did hear the car doors closing. 'Go to my room, hide in the bathroom. I'll sneak you out after.' 'Fuck,' I muttered again. I was about to head for her room when I stopped quickly, pulled her to me and kissed her quickly. When I looked at her afterwards, she had a strange expression on her face. One of embarrassment, regret. She wasn't even trying to hide it. 'Go quickly,' she said as she gave me a push in the right direction. I ran back to her room and into bathroom to hide. I wasn't quite sure what to make of what just happened. We were so close to having sex by the front door when we were rudely interrupted. And now I'm hiding in her bathroom. I waited there for a few minutes as Bianca's parents came into the house and they made small talk. Eventually I decided not to wait and climbed out of the window to her room. Carefully I snuck out of the backyard and ran quickly to my car and off I was. Bianca and I didn't make love that day. But like I said, it was a three day story from meeting her at the café to waking up with her in the morning two days later. And that was only day one. *** TWO DAYS AGO I woke up in the morning, the events of the day before still fresh in my mind. In the space of 24 hours, my non-existent love life became very real and very very complicated. But I hadn't woken up on my own accord, next to me on my bedside table, my phone was vibrating. The caller ID was none other than Bianca. I hadn't expected it to be anyone else. Kinda shows where my social life is at. Nonetheless, I grabbed the phone, flipped it open and said in a very groggy and tired voice, 'Hello?' 'Hey, it's me Nate. Did I wake you?' Bianca said softly. 'Yeah but don't worry about it. I should be up already anyway.' 'Oh okay. Listen, I was thinking we could talk about yesterday.' 'Yeah, I figured. Let me just start off by saying that I'm kinda unsure about whether I should be apologising to you or not.' 'No Nate, don't. It wasn't your fault. It was, well, I'm not sure what it was. But I think it shouldn't happen again.' I didn't respond to that. I didn't know how to. And so I just stayed quiet. For about 10 seconds, I just laid there, listening to her breathing on the other end. Eventually she said, 'You still there?' 'Yeah, sorry. I'm just not sure how I feel about that.' 'I want to go back to being friends. We've always been good friends. Why mess with things?' 'We could be more.' 'Do you really want that?' she asked. 'Yes, I do. Absence makes the heart grow fonder Bianca. And in your long absence from my life, I've grown very fond of you. But cheesy lines aside, that's not the point here. The important point is; what do you want?' 'I told you. I want us to remain friends.' 'There's no changing your mind huh?' I sighed. 'No, probably not.' 'So what do we do?' I heard her take a deep breath before saying weakly, 'You can either accept friendship, or you can get shot down. I'm sorry if that sounded a little too harsh.' 'Yeah, it kinda was. So you don't feel the same way huh?' 'I don't know. You really haven't told me how you felt.' 'I want us to be together. If we go on being just friends, well, that may just torture me way too much and I may do something incredibly stupid when that happens.' 'Nate, I love you, but just not in that way.' 'Fair enough.' 'Is there anyway we can be friends without you being "tortured" by it.' I sighed. 'I've gotten over crushes on various girls before. I guess I'll have to get over you then. Shouldn't be that hard. You're not all that charming,' I said once more hiding behind my sarcasm and wit. On the other end of the line, I heard her chuckle. 'Thanks Nate. I know it'll be hard. But I think it's for the best.' 'Yeah. I guess.' 'Alright, thankyou for making this easy. Really, I mean that.' 'Yeah no problem,' I lied. There was silence. I just lay there in bed, listening to her breathing on the other line. I didn't know what to say. After a few moments, she said. 'You still there?' 'Yeah, sorry. My mind is elsewhere. There anything else?' 'Yep, just this one thing. I don't know if this would make things too awkward but do you want to tag along with me when I meet up with Marty tomorrow just in case we end up with nothing to talk about.' 'Marty? Wait, who are we talking about.' 'Marty from high school. Marty Faulks.' 'Oh right. I bumped into him a few weeks back too.' 'Anyway, I forgot to bring it up yesterday but I bumped into him and he asked me out for coffee and I said yes. You like Marty don't you?' 'I like him okay. Don't know if I want to see him but if you want me there. What time?' '8ish I think.' 'That's a bit early isn't it?' 'No no. 8 at night. Pm, not am.' '8? At night? For coffee? Sound likes a date to me.' 'You think?' 'I know.' 'I'm sure its nothing. Coffee is coffee regardless of the time. Do you still want to come with?' 'I'll think I'll sit this one out.' 'Oh, okay. We're still on for Saturday right.' 'Saturday?' 'The movies. Remember, we made vague plans yesterday.' 'Oh right. Right before we um...' I said before drifting off. 'Yeah, right before that,' I heard her say awkwardly. 'I'll think I'll sit that out too unfortunately. Something came up,' I said as I found myself lying to Bianca again in a matter of minutes. 'Oh really? Just like that?' she said clearly dispirited. 'Just like that. Listen, I have to go. I'll call you, we'll do something later.' 'Promise?' 'Yeah.' I hung up the phone and lay back down in bed. Women, it's like they're from another planet. I know that's a massive cliché if there ever was one, but it's oddly true. Things are going to be awkward between Bianca and I for a long long time yet. Fuck... *** YESTERDAY 7:00 pm. I'm at home staring at the clock. I tried not thinking about the fact Bianca was going out with Marty. I spent all of yesterday thinking about it. What made things worst is I tried thinking about what Marty was like in high school and as much as I wanted to hate and despise him for what I viewed as him stealing my girl, I remembered he was a really nice guy. Of course I could be completely wrong and they could just be going for coffee like Bianca and I did only 2 days ago. But in my warped mind, any guy who hangs out with Bianca, it's a date. Ah paranoia, it's a fascinating thing. In my mind, Bianca's night would go like this. She and Marty go for drinks. They hit it off. They start reminiscing. Suddenly it's just like old times and they're chatting and having a great time. Then they start flirting. As they do so they drink more and more. They go back to his place. They chat and flirt more. He makes his move. They have sex. And suddenly they're a couple and he has the relationship with her that I so dearly wanted. And I spend the entirety of their relationship asking "what if". What if I had gone to Bianca's place and done something about it? Stop her from going on her date. Perhaps win her over or get rejected. Either way, I wasn't just going to sit her looking at the clock and watching Simpsons reruns on TV, no matter how good the episode they're showing just happens to be. Before I knew it, I was in the car and driving to Bianca's place. Well, more accurately, I spent 15 minutes impeccably doing my hair and choosing what jacket I should wear to win her over. As if she'd be swept off her feet by nice hair and an $80 jacket. *** I walked up her drive way. With every step I took I grew more nervous. What am I going to say to her? Don't go on this date with Marty because I want a relationship with you instead? But she wants the status quo. What happens now? My train of thought was interrupted when the front door opened and out came Bianca's parents. For some unfathomable reason, I hadn't anticipated their presence. Now I needed to find an excuse to come inside. Oddly enough, this was only the third time I had ever met them. 'Hi, I'm a friend of Bianca's. Is she here?' 'Hey there, Marty is it?' the father said extending a hand. 'No, my name's Nate,' I said shaking his hand. 'Oh good, never did like Marty. Although I do very much like the look of you.' I laughed nervously as the mother said to me. 'We're actually on our way out but lucky for you, Bianca chose not to come with us tonight. She's up in her room preparing to go out.' 'Great. Where are you off to, if you don't mind me asking?' I asked, attempting to be on my best behaviour. 'Wedding down at the bay. The kids don't know the newly-weds-to-be so we didn't force them to come although Bianca's sisters are going,' replied the mother. 'So it's just Bianca home tonight?' I asked, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. 'Yep. Although I think she's leaving soon,' Bianca's mother said as her dad popped his head back inside the house and shouted. 'Bianca! Your friend Nate is here!' From the back of the house, Bianca shouted back. 'Send him in!' 'Well, in that case. Have fun you two,' the dad said. Bianca's two little sisters came out of the house, dressed very fancily in formal clothes. I decided to do the nice thing and waved them off as they got in the car and backed out of the drive way. I turned around and stepped inside the house and closed the door behind me. My eyes lingered over the door, the events of the other day still very vivid. I looked around and didn't see Bianca. 'Bianca, where are you!' 'Sorry, I have my hands full at the moment. Come into my room, make yourself comfortable.' I walked to her room. I entered slowly, only the bedside lamp was on, a green dress was slung over her chair. She came out of her bathroom dressed in only a black tank top and pink panties. She was obviously just out of the shower, her hair still was dripping wet. It took me by surprise as I instinctively averted my gaze. 'Shit. Sorry, didn't know you were in there.' 'Nate, I think we're a bit beyond that now.' I looked back at her, trying my best to look her in the eyes and not at her slender legs. She walked over to her chair, a bathrobe hanging off of it. She reached for it, her hands momentarily hovering over the robe, before she took a step back and leaned against the bathroom door, still only in her tank top and panties. We looked at each other as we stood in pretty much the same positions we have the other day, me at the bed, her leaning against the bathroom door, me sitting at the front of the bed. The silence was longer this time. I stared at her, she stared right back. Her top accentuated the curves of her body very well while drops of water dripped down from her hair and onto her neck and then her chest. Coupled together with the dim lighting her lamp provided, and she looked stunning. 'How are you tonight?' I asked. 'I'm good.' 'Not going to the wedding with the family?' 'Nah, it's too much trouble for a couple I've only met once. That and I'm meeting Marty in 40 minutes.' She didn't seem to be in a particularly talkative mood. This wasn't so strange for her, but at the moment it made things especially tense considering everything. 'Listen, the reason I came over was to talk, face to face, about our thing,' I said eventually. 'So talk.' 'I love you.' 'Oh,' she said as if she was surprised. 'Oh? That's your response.' 'I don't know. I thought we settled this yesterday morning,' she said. 'Not really. You told me what you wanted and I didn't want to fight so I grudgingly agreed.' 'Until now?' 'Well I was probably just too sleepy yesterday morning to come up with a coherent argument about why we should be together.' She laughed quietly before saying. 'Nate, we're friends. Why would you want to mess with that? What's wrong with what we've been doing since we first met?' 'It's just not enough I suppose. I couldn't stand the thought of us continuing to be "just friends" for a single day. That should tell you how strong my feelings for you are. I didn't see you for almost a year. And when you finally walked through the door of that coffee shop the other day, something happened. Seeing you again made me realise how I felt about you. I was too close to you to get any perspective. But now I have some perspective, and it's made me realise the thing I want most in this world is you.' 'Aw, that's sweet. But-' 'Bianca, enough with the "ifs and buts". I need to know right now if I just ruined a friendship by telling you what I just told you or if our relationship is now moving beyond just friends.' 'I do love you Nate, but just as a good friend. I don't know if there's anything more. Please, can you just give me some time to think about this? Can we talk about this tomorrow? I have to get changed. I don't want to keep Marty waiting.' 'No. You've had more than enough time to think. And I can never get a straight answer out of you without having to do some probing, so come on, let's hear it.' She sighed and said, 'You know that if we don't work out, we probably won't be friends afterwards. Ex's can't be friends.' 'That won't happen. I believe in our ability to work as a couple.' 'Nate, how old do you think we are? We're both only 21 and you're acting like we can have some grand sweeping timeless romance. And if I recall correctly, neither of us are exactly professionals at relationships. I broke up with John almost solely because my parents didn't approve of him. And you and Jane split because, what was it you said, because you didn't truly love her but just liked the idea of being with her. You set your eyes on a prize and pursued it. How do you know this isn't the same thing?' Bianca & I 'We'll make it work. Because what I feel for you, is stronger than anything I've ever felt before. And I know there's something else here. You've felt it too. This isn't just a one way this. Why are you fighting this?' 'I don't want for us to be dating for a few months and then break up and lose your friendship.' 'Just give me one reason, just one reason, other than that about why we can't make a relationship work.' She paused for a second not quite knowing how to respond. I leaned forward in anticipation. She still didn't say anything. She laughed absently to herself before saying, 'I got nothing.' 'And not to sound egotistical or needy or anything but do you love me?' 'Well, I um, I love your DVD collection,' she said. I laughed out loud. 'Please, that's something I would say. Seriously.' 'I guess some of your habits have rubbed off on me. But about your question...' She trailed off. Silence once more. I wondered if she knew how much this was torturing me. Probably not. She just stood there leaning against the wall in deep thought. Finally she stood up straight and looked me right in the eyes. She didn't say anything. This was a hell of a long pause. The longest in my life. That's probably not true but it sure felt like it. I looked at her intensely, staring at her lips for any sign that she might say something. There was nothing yet. Finally, she dropped her gaze. I didn't know what it meant. She ever so slowly put one foot forward and then slowly walked over to me. I was still sitting as she stood before me. I looked up at her and she down at me. She said, 'I love you too Nate. Let's give this a go.' 'Yeah?' I said, barely believing it. 'Yeah,' she whispered as a large smile spread across her face. I sat there at the front of her bed, looked up at her and returned the smile. Slowly she leaned down and gave me a soft peck on the lips. It was agonizingly brief. But I still savoured her soft, moist lips against mine. She stood back for a moment and looked at me. 'Wow, convincing you didn't take that long did it?' I said. She laughed and leant in and our lips touched once more. This time the kiss was longer. Her lips parted slightly, my bottom lip between hers, moving together. My hands moved to her hips, her hands grasping my head. This seemed right. Two days ago we were just caught up in our lust and desire. Today was real love. No caveats, no nothing. At last, she was finally mine. Her damp hair in my face, I could still faintly smell that perfume on her. Even after a shower and a change of clothes I could still smell that wonderful perfume of her. After a day of panic and deep thought and the tense discussion we just had, this was the reward. And what a reward it was. She stopped kissing me for a moment but this time didn't move away. Our faces were mere centimetres away from each other. I could even faintly feel her breath on my face. 'You know, just because I agreed to give a relationship a go, doesn't mean we have to have sex,' she said. 'Not in the mood?' I asked. She simply shrugged. I didn't quite know what to say. I was sure she was joking. I hoped she was joking. 'Regardless of the fact we decided to try to make this work. I still have to meet Marty soon.' 'Oh fuck Marty!' Bianca laughed. I grasped her hand, looked up at her once more and said, 'Bianca, I come here and profess my love to you. We have a tense discussion about our relationship and when you finally agree and we share a passionate kiss. A kiss that's pretty much 5 years in the making for me. You also just so happen to have the house to yourself tonight and a very comfortable bed. And now you're telling me that you're not in the mood and have to meet some other guy for what suspiciously looks like a date? You get in the mood missy!' I was still looking up at her when she gave me a smile. She closed her eyes for a moment before climbing onto the bed and on the hands and knees crawled past me and positioned herself on her back on the centre of her queen sized bed. I didn't turn around for a moment. Everything I wanted was coming true. Bianca was flat on her back behind me on the bed, dressed only in a tank top and panties and still wet all over from her shower. 'Are you waiting for an invite?' she asked me seductively in a tone I had never heard her utter before. 'No ma'am. But if you'd like to give me one I'm all ears,' I said still with my back to her. I know foreplay is all part of the game but this was especially excruciating. I could be on top of her right now instead of coming up with clever responses. But I still persisted to "play the game". It's just the way I am. 'I want you to make love to me Nate,' she said still in that seductive voice of hers. I smiled widely, kicked off my shoes and socks and finally turned around. I positioned myself over her. Our legs intertwined, hips barely touching, my hands by her side, faces mere inches from each other. 'I didn't quite catch that. Could you repeat it?' I whispered into her ear. 'Fuck me.' In all the years I'd known her, I had never heard her speak like this. I guess it tends to happen when two people start having sex. 'Yes ma'am.' I sat on my knees beside her thighs and with both hands, I reached forwards and grabbed her breasts through the thin fabric of her tank top. They were just was firm and perky as I remembered them. But this time as I touched her in some of her most private of places, there wasn't the feeling of stigma about it. This didn't seem like two friends about to make a mistake. It felt right. I moved my hands down her body away from her breasts and felt her ribs on my fingers and then her toned abdomen. When I reached the hem of her tank top, I slipped my hands underneath and moved back up her body. This time I felt bare skin beneath my hands. Her skin was still slightly slippery and wet from her shower, my hands glided but up to her warm and welcoming breasts. I didn't squeeze and grasp them this time. I merely placed both hands on both of Bianca's breasts and savoured the feeling. Simultaneously, I slipped her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and began to softly rub them. The whole time she looked up at me. An expression of restrained pleasure on her face. I could feel her heartbeat racing beneath my hand. As much as I wanted to keep my hands where they were, I grudgingly took them away from her breasts and began to unbutton my own shirt. As I did so, she sat up slightly and took off her own top and threw it to one side. I took my eyes away from the buttons of my shirt for a second to look at her as she laid back down on the bed and propped herself on her elbows. My jaw actually dropped. I quite literally was at a loss for words. She looked absolutely beautiful; as girls often do when they are lying naked before you. I took off my shirt threw it away in time to see her turning over and moving to her bedside table and turning off the lamp. I moon was especially bright tonight and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw the moon reflect off her stunning back and her legs. I grasped her ankles and slowly pulled her back down to where I was and I leaned in and ran my hand up her smooth back. I let of a sigh of pleasure and then a sharp gasp as she felt my hands move beneath her and grasp her hanging breasts. I flipped her over on her back again and got ready to continue fondling her breasts when I decided to stop. My hands hovered over her breasts. With every breath she took, she chest rose bringing her breasts just that much closer to my hands. She looked at my hands and to my face and then back to my hands again. My hands continued to hover there for a moment before they moved down to her waist and I wrapped my fingers around the waistband of her panties. We both took a deep breath almost simultaneously. Slowly I slid her panties down her smooth slender legs. The funny thing about all this was that I had already seen all her most private parts only 2 days ago. But this was different. I couldn't quite explain how. But for starters this wasn't some quick, mad, frenzied attempted quickie. Once her panties were at her knees, with some quick motions, she slid them down to her feet and kicked flung them with her feet across the room. As I was still sitting beside her, she took her right leg and gracefully raised it into the air. I ducked slightly as she moved it over my head and let her slender yet athletic calf rest on my left shoulder. I could feel the soft skin of her leg against my cheek. I gently grasped her calf as and softly massaged it for several moments. She exhaled a sigh of pleasure before I slowly slid my hand further up her leg. I moved one hand back to hold her leg against my shoulder and with my other hand, continued to move it down till it rested between her legs directly over her vagina. My hand just rested there, I could feel the heat emanating from her opening and her pubic hair between my fingers. With my fingers, I began tracing up and down the lips of her vagina, but never penetrating her. In the dim light, I could see her close her eyes and bite her lower lip in anticipation. I gently turned my head and kissed her calf as it continued to rest on my shoulder and at the same time, I inserted my index and middle finger into her. I automatically felt the walls of her vagina clamp down hard on my fingers. The penetration, although minor was enough to cause her to throw her head back suddenly and let out a high pitched cry as her hands grasped the sheets of her bed tightly. While still gently kissing her leg, I caught sight of her clitoris and with my two fingers still placed inside of her tight hot opening, moved my thumb up to gently stimulate her. Beside my head, I watched her toes curled up as she let out another restrained cry of pleasure, more high pitched then last time. With every stroke of her clitoris and every gentle movement of my fingers into her, she continued to bite her lip as she tossed and turned her head from side to side, her hair flailing wildly about her. I shifted my gaze away from her face and down to her vagina where I continued to play with her vagina. I felt my fingers begin to enter her easier and noticed the unmistakable look of moisture that covered my two fingers every time I slide out of her. She had become very wet very quickly. Suddenly, without warning, her hand quickly grabbed the hand I was using to play with her. She opened her eyes and looked at me, she was breathing heavily. She moved her right leg slightly and let it drop off my shoulder and down onto the mattress. She slowly pulled my hand out of her. My fingers were coated in her juices. I slowly smeared them over her groin and her thighs. I looked at her and she at me as we had done so many times this evening. 'Nate, you waited for this for years right?' 'Yeah.' 'And now you're just playing with me? Let's just do it now. You know you want to,' she said panting heavily. 'You're talking about what I want?' I said as I leaned towards her. My head mere inches above her breasts. 'What do you want?' She laughed. 'You really want me to say it again don't you?' I nodded slightly as I leaned in and kiss her erect nipple. 'I want you to fuck me. Slowly.' 'I love it when you talk dirty? Should I get use to this?' She didn't respond. She just slid her hands down her lithe body and down between her legs as she begun to seductively began to stroke the lips of her vagina. I sat back up once more and began to undo my jeans. I fumbled with my belt for several moments before getting it undone and kicked my jeans across the room. We were now both stark naked. She looked me up and down and I did the same to her. As if approving, she reached with her hands and grabbed her knees. And all the while she was lying down, she slowly spread her legs as wide as she could. While keeping her legs spread, with one hand she reached down and gently spread the lips of her vagina. I leaned over her, one hand on the mattress for support, the other resting on her side grazing the side of her left breasts. My penis dangled there above her for several seconds before I slowly eased myself into her. She gasped at the initial penetration, all the while continuing to restrain her pleasure despite the fact we had the house to ourselves. I buried my penis as far in as possible. Beside me, Bianca struggled to keep her legs spread apart. I had entered her relatively easily, my fingering of her had made her more wet that I first thought. Despite this, she was still very tight as I felt the walls of her vagina clamp down. I pulled out very slowly and kept my eye on her face, just as I was about to exit her, I thrust back in with a bit more force. She let out a prolonged moan this time. I repeated the action once more and her moans became louder. Her mouth was wide open as she continued to cry out in pleasure. I began to kiss her neck while straining to keep my eye on her face which had an expression of absolute pleasure. With every thrust of my penis, she shut her eyes just that much tighter. I took my hand away from her side and began to caress her face. I thumb running over her supple lips. I was now well into my rhythm as I continued to move in and out of her with slow yet forceful thrusts. I watched as her whole body began to move with my thrusts. Her breasts begun to bounce back and forth hypnotically. We settled into a slow and easy pace. The warmth of her body pressed against mine felt so very good. My hands glided over her smooth skin exploring her body. Eventually when I saw her enjoyment was no longer increasing by any great degree. And so I grasped her thigh and began to quickly and forcefully slam by penis in and out of her. The sudden shock of this more vigorous penetration took her by surprised as evident by her loud cry directly into my ear. And just as before, she tried to muffle her sounds. I kissed her on the lips before saying between breaths, 'Bianca......we're alone......you don't have to be quiet.' As if she had just realised this fact. Almost immediately she let out a loud pleasurable cry that drowned out any other noise in the room. I furiously pumped in and out of her. By now we were both so wet I glided into her each time nearly without effort. My senses were in overload. The feeling of her body against mine, my penis freely sliding into her vagina, the smell of her hair, her borderline screams into my ear, the taste of her lips. It all amounted to a degree of pleasure I'd never felt before. I must've kept going too long and hard for her liking as she quickly wrapped her thighs around me and pulled me into her groin tight and tried hold me there. I wouldn't let that stop me as I forcefully rammed her into the bed, attempting to bury my penis into her further than it already was. She obviously saw this approach wasn't serving her well and allowed me to continue burying my penis into her with increasing force. Each entry forced her whole body further up the bed till I realise she was using the headboard for support. Then finally, without any thought as to whether she was near her release, I let myself ejaculate into her. With one hand I reached behind her and grabbed her bare ass and with the other I was tightly grasping her breasts. I did made final hard pushes into her, each eliciting a loud moan from her as I felt it all pour into her. We both looked down to see my penis half buried inside her vagina as our collective juices oozed out of her slowly. She held my face in both her hands and pulled me in for a quick kiss before saying between breaths and gasps, 'I......I thought we were......going to take that slow......slowly,' said while quickly brushing her hair out of her face. I shrugged before realising I hadn't seen her reached her orgasm. I asked her simply, 'Did you?' She shook her head. 'Still have more to give me?' she asked. 'Always.' She gave me a wry smile and raised as eyebrow before unexpectedly grabbing my and flipping my onto my back so that she was no on top of me. I looked up at her and watched as her breasts and her hair dangled hypnotically for my eyes. I felt her slender fingers wrap around my wet penis as she rose slightly off of me before lowering herself down again. I felt the unmistakable feel of myself entering her vagina once more. With both her legs by my side and her hands on my chest, she begun to get into a rhythm as she bobbed up and down of my penis. As she did so, her breasts bounced up and down in a lively fashion. I reached up and grabbed off cupping it in my hand. I gave her firm breast a tight squeeze and savoured the feeling. I gently pulled on her nipple as I continued to watch her. I realised now that her skin wasn't still wet from her shower earlier but was know coated in a thin sheen of sweat. It truly surprised me how experienced she was as she gyrated her hips for maximum pleasure and grinded her vagina down on my penis continuously. She had quietened down now. Only soft moans escaped from her mouth as she settled into a slow and gentle rhythm. I laid there beneath her and begun to caress her thighs and simply watch the look of ecstasy on her face as she built up to her climax. And sure enough, going at her own pace, I watched as the signs all presented themselves. Her toes curled up, her hands on my chest for support, the tension obvious throughout her whole body, the way her vagina clenched tightly on my penis, her soft moans slowly turning into a high pitched cry of pure pleasure as I felt her vagina get wet all over again. Unexpectedly, I saw her face overcome with a sudden sense of calm as she basically collapsed onto me, her breasts squished up against my chest as I held her. Her hair covered my face, our legs intertwined, my penis still inside of her but slowly losing its hardness, her breathing retuning to a steady pace. I brushed her hair aside and looked at her face beside mine. She was barely awake, pure bliss had overcome her. She fell asleep on top of me. I smiled and slowly rolled her onto her back once more. I looked at her once more. I had never expected to find Bianca naked beside me in bed with my semen and her juices trickling out of her vagina steadily, down to her ass and finally onto the bed. I kissed her on her lips once and fell asleep beside her. *** THE PRESENT And suddenly my mind was back here to the present again. She was still asleep. My hand was still on her right breast, I could feel her heart beating and her chest rising with every breath she took. I couldn't help it, I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, my hand running up and down her side. Suddenly without warning I heard her say, 'How long have you been touching me?' she said with her eyes still closed and a funny little smile on her face. 'Not sure. But I've been watching you sleep for at least 10 minutes. How long have you been awake?' 'Long enough for you to have me excited,' she whispered seductively. 'How excited?' 'Very,' she whispered into my ear. 'But not enough for morning sex.' I laughed and laid back down by her side. 'That's just cruel.' 'Do you always do this the morning after you sleep with a girl?' 'Only the ones who've got me smitten.' 'Lucky me,' she said smiling widely before finally opening her eyes and looking me directly in the eyes. 'I've never heard you talking like this Nate.' 'I could say the same about you. I guess things change when you spend the night together.' 'The first of many?' 'I hope so. 'Are we going to regret this in time?' 'I hope not. This has been a long time coming.' She smiled and turned onto her side to face me. Naturally my gaze moved down to her breasts. She noticed but didn't mind. 'You know, if you wanted to sleep with me earlier. You could've just gotten me completely drunk.' Bianca Ch. 02 ... laved it with her wet tongue before trying to close her lips around the fat head. Having a small portion of his member in her mouth wasn't very comfortable, and she dreaded having to work even more of it in. Bianca sucked on the head, expertly maneuvering her tongue around it and snaking the tip inside the pee-slit. He moaned and put his hand on her head, tangling his fingers in the soft dark tresses. And then he pushed down, forcing more cock into the teen's mouth. "Take it in... thata girl... "he muttered as his meat filled her mouth and he felt the head touch the back of her throat. Bianca tried hard to fight the gag-reflex and lift her head up, but he had a strong hold on her hair. Her lips were stretched so much, she thought they would tear at the corners. She wanted to bring him off quick and end her discomfort. Sliding a hand inside his boxers, she cupped a massive ball and began gently kneading it, while she sucked hard on the man-meat inside her mouth. He gradually eased the hold on her hair and allowed her more control. She lifted her mouth off the rigid member and ran her tongue on the underside, from base to tip. He moaned, but then grabbed her hair again and filled her mouth with his cockmeat. He looked down and saw the way her pretty lips stretched around it. She looked very uncomfortable. He lifted her head up by the hair, and then pushed it down on his prick again. Back up, and then back down. He began jacking himself off with her mouth. It felt so good around his thick prick. He could feel his orgasm building up. He became more violent as he neared his climax, slamming her face into his crotch as his cock almost went down her throat. "Ohh yess... almost there... such a good girl... oh fuck... " he managed to say through clenched teeth, and then he quickly lifted her face up and shot his warm cum all over her cheeks, lips, nose, and forehead. It was splattered everywhere. Bianca just stayed there between his legs, her throat and lips sore, feeling low and degraded. She licked her lips, forgetting that they were covered with his jizz, and tasted the coagulating substance. She was disgusted, not with the taste, but with her situation and him. He put his soft prick back inside the boxers, for now, and patted Bianca on the head. She glared at him as she wiped the cum from her face with her shirt. "Thanks honey, I enjoyed that very much... but I feel that I should make it up to you. I never leave my girls unsatisfied. " That said, he got up on his knees and motioned for her to lie down. She reluctantly lay back on the floor. He quickly removed his coat and proceeded towards her. "Good thing about me, my dear, is the fact that I love a woman's pussy. The scent, the taste, everything. I thoroughly enjoy having my face buried between soft thighs... such as yours... and I'm absolutely positive you'll enjoy it as well. " Bianca's eyes widened. He positioned himself between her smooth tan legs and stroked the insides of her thighs. She let out an involuntary moan. "Hehe... maybe you'll enjoy it even more than I thought... " He pushed her thighs apart, amused by the sight of her soaked panties that managed to wedge themselves between her pussy lips, which were slick with her juices. He was amused because her obvious arousal contradicted her attitude about this whole thing. And he's seen this way too many times. He wondered if there was a girl out there that would remain dry before he fucked her. This one was sopping wet. Which was actually very good because her juices would provide necessary lubrication for later on... Bianca watched him hook his fingers around the thin straps of her thong panties and pull them down. She lifted her ass off the floor, allowing him to pull them off further. Her hairless cunt was on display. He completely removed the rolled up thong and tossed it to the side. He would keep it as a souvenir... add it to his collection. "Tell me sugar, do you shave or wax that smooth cunt of yours?" he asked. "Both" she replied quietly. "Both, eh? Why both?" "Umm... I shave the mound, but get the lips and everything else waxed" she said. "Alright... that's good. I like that. " he said, ending this brief conversation. He reached out and traced the outside of her pussy with his fingers, feeling her heat and slippery juices. Bianca closed her eyes. "Do you like it when I touch you?" he whispered, moving his fingers between her labia, dangerously close to her clit. She said nothing, but sucked in her breath when she felt him touching the area around her super-sensitive button. "I asked you a question... and I'm not going to repeat myself again. " he warned, pulling back the hood of the pink organ. "Yes" she finally replied hoarsely. "'Yes' what, my dear?" "Yes, I like it when you touch me. " "Good girl... " He bent down and blew cold air on her exposed clit. She shivered. Her eyes still remained closed. Bianca had mixed feelings about her predicament. On one hand, he had kidnapped her and raped her mouth... but on the other hand, she was very aroused... and yes, she wanted him... As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she felt his tongue on her pussy. "Ohhh... " a moan escaped her mouth. He was licking his way around her swollen labia. Then moved his tongue in between the pink slippery petals. She tasted so sweet and her scent was clean and inviting. He was always amazed at how each girl smelled and tasted differently. He liked this one. Sliding his hands under her thighs and wrapping them around, he pulled them apart, opening her up more. He watched as the juices that had accumulated in her cunt now steadily flowed down between her buttocks, coating her little puckered anus. And then he went back to her sweet warm gash. With the aid of his fingers he held her pussy lips open, and then began licking up her nectar. Every swipe of his powerful tongue elicited a moan from his sexy victim. He looked up to see her pulling at her hard nipples and digging her nails into the soft flesh of her tits. She was actually leaving red marks. "Hmm... there's a little masochist in her... "he thought, and decided to alter his cunt-eating tactics for this young chica. He continued licking her, but would occasionally nibble hard on her inner labia, causing her to cry out... but an increase in juice-flow would occur. She liked it. When he began to suck on her erect clitoris, she started writhing and her breathing became shallow. 'Whines' and 'yelps' replaced the regular moans. He bit down on it... unintentionally a little too hard. "OHHHH GODDDDDDD! Ohhhh... ungghhhh...!" she screamed at first, but then her screams gave way to moans and guttural noises. Her face was flushed. He knew she had climaxed. Just to make sure, he plunged two fingers into her very tight love canal, feeling her powerful muscles spasming around them. He was right. more to come! Bianca Comes to Worship Bianca Carmichael knelt in the shadows of the confessional box. The night before she had walked in and found her boyfriend and her best friend tied up together in a writhing sexual frenzy. Her whole world of expectations collapsed as she watched him thrusting hard between the thighs of Cindy. She was strangely sadly mesmerised as she watched them but then the spell was broken, he turned around and Bianca fled out the door. She walked the streets all night and in the morning she found herself sitting in the church. The scent of incense, the dark corners, the flickering candles all reminded her of her uncomplicated childhood. She stepped into the confessional tentatively. It had been a long time since she had made a confession. The priest welcomed the young blonde penitent and then allowed the silence to draw out her words. Angry broken words came tumbling out about love and betrayal, the injustice of life, loneliness. Father John McMurray knew that none of these words were coming from the centre of the pain. "When you walked in and saw your boyfriend and best friend having sex what made you most angry?" "It's obvious. Isn't it? He was being unfaithful. She was betraying our friendship." "And yet there was something more?" She nearly spoke. She swallowed down her words. Her mind was pressed against the nature of the place she was in and so the priest spoke his usual words of reassurance, the words that would open the way to a true statement: "Say what you really want to say," he said. "I was angry because.. because.. the way they were fucking. They were so... I don't know.. it was more passion than I've ever known. It was like I felt I'd been cheated of that and I felt like.. lost." She started sobbing and the priest looked through the veiled window at her. "I suppose you think I shouldn't even be thinking that way," she continued, "I mean talking about fucking like this." "It's right for you to say these things," the priest said with smooth reassurance, "you want to surrender, you want to be opened and filled, penetrated to your core." "Yes," she replied. "You want to feel possessed." "Yes," she gasped. "I am going to make a suggestion," the priest said. "Come to the presbytery tonight and we shall talk more." Bianca felt a strange tangle of contradiction when she agreed to see the priest. His direct and vivid language seemed to have almost fingered her cunt. She felt hot and wet and wickedly deliciously inappropriate and it lasted through the day and into the night. She was nervously excited as she walked up the steps of the priest's house and rang the bell. The door opened and Bianca was startled by what she saw. A woman was standing in front of her and it was obvious she was wearing nothing beneath her loosely draped sable coat. "You must be Bianca?" the woman asked. There was warmth in her voice and a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. "I am his house keeper Tiffany. Come in. Don't be shy. Aren't you cold? You should have a coat for a night like this." Bianca was bewildered. This woman wasn't like any housekeeper she had ever seen. There was obviously an incredible body moving around underneath all that gorgeous fur. It had been a long time since Bianca had felt the aching desire to reach out and touch something that seemed forbidden. At that precise moment the woman turned and looked Bianca straight in the eyes with all the magnetism of a mind reader. "You like this coat don't you?" the woman said. Bianca blushed like a child caught with her hands in a cookie jar. She nodded her head. "Then you should touch," said the woman who commenced massaging her own fingers through the fur as though to demonstrate. Bianca's heart was pounding so hard she thought it might break. She reached out and touched and the woman drew closer. Bianca could smell perfume. It was intoxicating. So was the beautiful woman and the generous folds fur. Tiffany led Bianca into a study room. The walls were lined with books on theology, spirituality and pastoral care. The art on the walls was of a slightly different nature: beautifully illustrated depictions of various sexual positions. Tiffany led Bianca to a generous coach, draped with a fox throw. As Tiffany sat the fur fell open revealing one of her perfect breasts. "Why hesitate?" she said to Bianca. "Don't think. Just do." Bianca was drawn into the world of fur and perfumed breasts. Her mouth was eager to lick and suck. Tiffany began undressing the eager guest, allowing the sable to slide over the girls cunt as she pushed down her panties. Bianca shuddered with the pleasure of the fur, the liberation of being stripped, the intoxication of feasting on another woman's beauty. At that moment a door opened and the priest walked in. Bianca looked up, startled, with the taste of Tiffany spread on her lips and tongue. "Don't let me interrupt," said the priest who was also wearing a long white fox coat. He slapped Bianca's pretty bare arse. "You haven't finished your meal yet." Tiffany pulled Bianca back down into the little world of her wet vagina. Soon she felt her own cunt being given some digital attention. " Oh Father!" she sighed as she started to pump up and down on the finger. A strange succession of images flashed through her mind, moments in churches, statues, candles, naked hard fucking. The convergence of images and feelings stretched inside her, heated her, provoked her to press her tongue deeper, to pump on the priest's insistent cock more vigorously. "Surrender!" commanded the priest as he thrust his cock into his little blonde penitent. He had been aching to fuck her all day. He had wanted to take her in the confessional but had restrained his impulse in favour of savouring the growing tension. He knew his sweet Tiffany would open the way with the pretty little blonde. "Welcome to the flock," he said as he pressed his fingers through her prettly blond hair and slid his cock deeper through her tight little silk lips. The girl was writhing with pleasure as the priest fucked her from behind and as the deliciously tasty Tiffany enjoyed the benefits of her eager young tongue. "Oh God!" said Bianca as she pumped and bounced ,wanting the hard cock to drive right into her core. "Don't think this is the end," the priest whispered in her ear, "this is just the beginning of your initiation."