1 comments/ 9712 views/ 0 favorites Sophia Ch. 01 By: Cloudscape Chapter 1: The Demi-Urge I have sought you for millennia. Threading my way through all the souls on earth to bind you to me, my Sophia. Seeking that one blinding moment of union with the woman-soul of the creator of all. In my arrogance I pursue you, wanting a communion that no other man can share, craving each sweet fluid of your body. Wanting to mingle in the joyous flow of that vagina which gave birth to the whole world and which still has room for so many lovers. I want to disappear inside you, to dash myself on your infinite bosom and resurrect myself in that ultimate moment of oblivion as all I am pours into your searing hot cavern. I have leaped across centuries; living, remembering, forgetting, waking. Sometimes the bed beside me feels warm, and I hear your laughter retreating into the distance. That sound of seduction and challenge. You are never far from me, I feel you. And yet you lead me through this dance, taunting me, fettering my heart and my prime member while in your voluptuous insatiability you possess hundreds as I watch, futile in my consuming hunger. Man after man is lost on you, gives you his mind and you hungrily take it. Performing all sins, even the most delicious. Your fecund spray drenching all and giving nothing. Leaving behind husks of flesh. Who forget all, but are never again to be satisfied by mortal flesh. But I alone remember you. I alone, Saint-Germain have been with you, have seen all that you became and become. See your playground of lust and of love and the souls that you enlighten; the souls you corrupt. I alone was the demi- urge by your side when your foul mistake came into being. I attended your labour pains, and heard your terrible cry of anguish and of wanton ecstasy when from your womb, this rotten yet delightful fruit of existence was born. Earth mother, Gaia, Sophia, purity and yet dark corruption. Voluptuous flesh of which I have supped full, but not to satiety. Before that moment, still long to come, I saw you at the right-hand of the Creator, when I was but a malformed spirit, not yet whole or real. Wisdom, serenity, sanctity, beauty were the graces that you possessed. An epitome, the balance of the Creator's logic and aloof calculus. But I had hardly begun to look. I did not understand then that perfection encompassed all, including evil. That to be truly pure meant to be perfectly corrupt. As Crowley I understood this later. In the past, that long time ago, I only looked from corners and cracks. Insubstantial, part of the unformed darkness that was yet to be trained. The Creator did not see me. Was too good, not human enough to harbour suspicion. No gender, no seed, no life, just soul and spirit, eternal concept of formation and life. No, the Creator could not see me, would not see me. Not enough fear, pride, anger and envy. The Creator did not lust. But you did. You did have gender, the most deadly form of woman. Men are pathetic, weaklings taking their strength from your moment of surrender. They see themselves as taking, but they really are the submissive ones. Bending to your will. Standing at your command. Following blindly the call of your sensuality. All because of me. Time had no meaning, but your need grew over the aeons that were not. Before form took shape in firmament. Before the 36 deccans took up their stations as the Creator sought to at least see that the terrible mistake we had wrought did not escape and spread. I saw you, watched your fingers and your mouth and your breasts. I saw how you plunged your hands into your aching chasm behind the Creator's back. Your desire was human desire. But at the same time immortal, as your flesh then was still as incorruptible as your mind was decadent. In his ignorance the Creator did not see how unsatisfied you were. Did not know how to satisfy you. Your vagina craved an entire world to fill it, to stretch and tear and bring that sweet, destructive pleasure. Then you saw me grow behind the Creator's back as well. I, an innocent without form, but slowly taking corruption and darkness from the crevices and hidden urges of creation. You, Sophia, saw in me the way to satisfy your own all- consuming desires. From all of the dark places you forced me out. You drew my spirit-matter into a ball in front of you. And you wrought upon me the first alchemic transition - from dark matter to blinding white. As I roiled and writhed against your will, you bared your womanly fountains to me and thrust me to their source. The milk flowed forth into me, and though I had no mouth, I coiled my insubstantiality around you, delirious as I inspired what felt to me both searingly painful yet blindingly ecstatic. I began to take on the form that would bring you the satisfaction you craved. As I submitted to the spell that you wrought with your breastmilk, so I became bound to you. Though physically stronger, you made me the weaker form, brought into being to serve your every whim. But even after you suckled my spirit, and I lay at your feet panting in my new and unaccustomed shape, you saw that I was incomplete. I was embodied as neutral because milk only has the power to create chastity. It is too pure a substance to forge the carnal members. I saw you consider for a moment how best to proceed with the spell. I blinked with uncertainty and lay still, trying to comprehend the nerves and eyes and how these new limits might mean new freedoms. You let me lie in this way for five days, before approaching me again. Standing over me you began to stroke the foundation of your being. The seat of creation. The mound of Venus. And I saw them become red and flushed as you masturbated there, muttering syllables beyond my understanding. With two hands you plied and kneaded that proud ruby, isolating the source of your hunger, the clitoris. I watched in perplexity, then with a dawning realisation as, at your climax, you cupped your hands beneath your vagina and collected every drop of nectar produced. The liquid was golden, viscous and glistened with a potent energy. You knelt on me then, and held your cupped hands to my mouth. How could I refuse to drink from you? The pain was excruciating as your menstruum flew down my throat. Fire spread through my every limb and I screamed in agony, clenching, rocking, trying to free myself. But the pain soon passed and a different sensation suffused my body. It started from the pit of my belly and slowly, lasciviously traversed my limbs. A leisurely yearning that began to focus itself just below my umbilicus. I saw you smile. You could see the transformation occurring and you shivered with anticipation. Dipping three fingers into your vagina, you drew seven circles around the point of me that had become the focus of my yearning. Your fluids only caused a slight tingling this time. And at first there was little effect. But then you straddled me and lowered your pubis into contact with my neutral area. I felt a jolt run through me as your heat touched the now throbbing focus of my desire. I lost myself in wild pleasure as you began to rub yourself over me, over the place of unchaste pleasure. I could feel the energy building up between our two white-hot parts. Then I felt it. The firmament seemed to shake beneath me as a tumescence of enormous proportions began to extrude from my formerly barren self. You sensed the growth between my legs and, with wild cries of delight, you redoubled the friction of your vagina on me. I started to thrust my hips up to meet you, I wanted to drive my entire being into the cavern that even still I was powerless to enter. A great turgidity now lay within me. I could feel it pulsing at the bottom of my stomach, aching to be free. First, the head of this wondrous monster pushed out of my flesh. As it began to condense at your entrance you concentrated your clitoris on the new point that now lay on my hitherto bare mound. The feeling was now concentrated in the head of this new thing that you had wrought in me. Rapidly, as your rubbing continued at an increased pace, a pleasure like molten gold built itself. The feeling increased in intensity until it felt as if my belly were being split in two by this accumulation of pleasure. Your cries were once again nearing their peak and instead of your clitoris you now held my new head clenched at the entrance. I could sense through this tumescence the pulsating walls of beyond and this was part of the exquisite agony that now built itself. A few beads of fluid formed at the head of my new organ, making you redouble your efforts to pull it out of me and into yourself. Breath whipped out of my body in great whoops, drawn irresistibly as it seemed that all the new blood in my body rushed downwards and into the great monstrous matter within me. At the moment that I felt I could breath no more and that the pressure must surely rupture my belly, a bolt of lightning passed through me from head to toe. My back arched to the point of breaking and with an agony of ripping flesh a blinding white column erupted from my belly and pierced your cavern in one vital spurt. Your cry of lustful, wondrous victory and ultimate pleasure vibrated through me and, as all my new senses screamed, a blazing stream of liquid left my body and entered yours. At the touch of this wondrous fluid you seemed to explode into flames before me. Blinding light enveloped me as you shone in wordless radiance. At that moment, all your lusts had been fulfilled, you had reaped the first seed of creation. Boiling within you was my spirit, a new and harsh essence. Hastily, you lowered your catalyst onto my face and forced me to drink what had left my primal member. I nuzzled you greedily and sucked from you a mingled mixture of your own lust potion and my steaming seed. It was the final part of the spell, forever binding me to you, forever making me the weak one in pursuit of you. I was not the last to satisfy you, but with that unnatural kiss you became, at your lustful wish, the only being that could sate me. Sophia Ch. 01 --------------- Chapter 01: Loving Mother --------------- Clint stroked his cock faster now, as the memory of his mother bending over in front of the kitchen stove to clean the oven, rushed into his mind. Filling it with the steamy vision of his mother's bulging ridge, hanging out of one loose side of her panties. Clint had froze fast to the floor behind her in shock, not knowing if he should run, cut, or cry. One thing he did do without conscious effort, was grow the most enormous hard-on he had ever attained in his young life. He had never seen his mother's pussy before that day; he had fantasized about seeing it, touching it while she slept, even fucking it. But nothing in all his fantasy's equaled seeing the real thing, it was hot, and her ass was just too gorgeous. Sophia Dupree was a very well preserved 36 year old who owned the smooth, fit body, of a woman in her early twenties. She had blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and an ass and breasts made for touching, and the sweetest disposition of any woman on the planet. Her legs were well toned, and highly defined, much like those of a working dancer. He imagined her in his minds eye, lowering her hot mouth over his hard cock, as he pumped himself, and that was all it took. He shot his load into the tissue paper he held in his other hand, and nearly passed out in the process. Clint got up and headed for the shower, musing that it had been lucky for both of them that he had been able to exit the kitchen without his mom ever knowing he had been there in the first place. --------------- Sophia smiled to herself, as she sensed her son's presence exiting the kitchen area, and she was sure that he had gotten an eye full, or hoped he had anyway. She remembered how shocked she had been, coming upon his bedroom door last week and seeing him stroke his enormous hard-on with his eyes closed, calling her name as he shot cum high into the air above him. She had froze on the spot, mesmerized at the sight of his huge, thick cock, and his hand rapidly jerking up and down its total length, God, she had thought, it would never fit. Her breathing grew more rapid, as she continued to watch this hot, notoriously lewd scene in front of her. She had never seen such a large cock before, nor had she ever witnessed a man jacking off until today. Her pussy tingled, as she watched the long dick swell up and become even larger while her son pumped it furiously. "Oh mom, your so hot, God, how I want to fuck your pussy!" he had groaned. Sophia was shocked when she heard him moan and call her name, it was then that heat flooded the area between her legs in abundance, and her nipples became so hard she thought they might explode right there. She continued watching, unable to move her eyes off that large, pulsing cock, in her son's hand. All at once his entire body strained upward off the bed, and suddenly his cock began to jerk wildly in trauma, and spew white sticky fluid high in the air above his body, as he groaned out her name again loudly. Sophia's body was shaking, her legs felt like silly putty, and her head was dizzy with the warfare of both passion and guilt. "Oh fuck mom, how I want you baby!" he whispered. Sophia was shocked to find her hand pressed firmly against her mound, and noticed immediately, the heat, and dampness, beneath her fingers. She jerked her hand away from her organ quickly, as she felt a trickle of fluid run down the inside of her thigh. Suddenly, filled with intense guilt, she abruptly turned away, and hurried away from her son's bedroom door. She remembered how she had rushed to her own room almost in tears, upset that her son was fucking her in his mind while masturbating. But she also noticed how wet she was between her legs, and how she shook, as she sat there trying to dismiss this erotically sensual image from her mind, an image that simply refused to be terminated. Later that night, unable to get the memory of her son's huge cock out of her mind, she had fist-fucked herself through the most intense orgasm of her life, as images of her well hung son ravishing her body had flashed repeatedly on the screen of her minds eye. After several weeks of nearly sleepless nights Sophia came to the most monumental decision of her life, she was going to seduce her son. She remembered, how she had lain there waiting, until she was sure he would be asleep, and then rising from her bed; she had quietly crept to his room. She stood beside his sleeping form looking down into his youthful face, with its broad, rugged features, and loved him. She could see the outline of his penis under the top sheet, and was unable to resist reaching over, and giving it a gentle maternal squeeze that made her breath quicken, and her body shiver with excitement. She wanted him, right then, and there, and she could feel her pulse quicken just from being this close to that wonderful cock of his. Sophia was wet between her legs, and her nipples so erect they were nearly painful, her face was aglow from the internal chemistry of her burning passion. God, how she wanted him right now, how she admired the youthful power of his sex drive, his handsome body and unspoiled innocence. It was not so horrible she thought, after all it was normal for a young man to get an erection and fantasize about sex, and Clint was after all, a healthy, normal, and very beautiful young man. He was better looking than his father had been, so much more considerate of her feelings, and she was very proud of him. His penis was also much larger than his father's had been, God, how her mouth watered for a taste of it right now. --- After her decision was made Sophia had made sure that the bathroom door remained slightly open when she showered, and that her bedroom door was always cracked open a little when she dressed or undressed. She also made it a point to make sure her dresses were higher than before, and made an effort to keep the upper buttons of her top undone. It was harmless she thought, to make sure that Clint had a clear vision of her body to help enhance his youthful fantasy life. Sophia began to reveal her charms to her son the very next morning. When Clint came downstairs for breakfast the next morning he found his mother in nothing but an old t-shirt, it's bottom hem notoriously flirting with the gusset panel of her brightly colored panties. She sat lewdly reclined in one of the kitchen chairs her panty clad mound readily visible between her slightly parted thighs. Sophia's T-shirt pulled tightly at her ample breasts, her enraged nipples standing out sharply beneath the thin fabric of her garment. He was surprised at her appearance because she had never been so casual in her fashion before, at least not in his presence. But he had to admit as he watched her move around the kitchen; she was the loveliest woman in the world, and he rather enjoyed the beautiful scenery. "Good morning Clint, sleep well?" she asked. "Um...yeah mom," he answered. "Sit down, your eggs will be finished in a minute," she told him. "Uh-h...Ok mom," he mumbled. Clint paused before sitting down at the table, and Sophia could feel his eyes roaming over her body as he undressed her. She felt her nipples begin to firm up, and rise, then the heat in her pelvic region flared as her labia began to swell with blood. She was silently pleased at his reaction to her state of undress, feeling somewhat flattered by his attention. Clint had been glad for the invitation to sit, as he was now beginning to grow a magnificent hard-on beneath his fresh clean skivvies. He continued caressing her with those hungry eyes of his visibly fondling her most sensitive areas. "You look very nice this morning mom, even sexy, kind of," he told her as he took his seat. "Why thank you Clint, its very nice of you to notice and say so," she replied. Sophia smiled inwardly as she finished her son's breakfast, she could tell that she had surprised him this morning, sparsely dressed as she was. She had seen his erection as he watched her, and for some strange reason she couldn't explain, it pleased her tremendously that he found her attractive. Sophia brought his eggs and toast to the table where he sat, placing them in front of him. She then turned moving to the refrigerator, where she bent over very low as she retrieved his orange juice. She knew everything behind her was wide open for his inspection just the way she wanted it. Clint's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched his mother bend over, he could see her mound drawn up tightly by her snug panties, and plainly make out the crease of her pussy. He must be imagining it he thought, but he swore he saw a thin line of moisture at the top part of her crease. Sophia placed the half filled glass of orange juice in front of her son then moved around behind his chair and placed her hands on his shoulders, and bending over a little, kissed the top of his head. "Will you be using the car today Clint," she ask, as her hands softly massaged his shoulders. She'd promised to help him purchase his own after his eighteenth birthday, but they hadn't started looking yet. "I hadn't planned to mom," he replied." I was planning on sticking around today and getting the yard work finished," he said. "Besides Donavon said he might drop by with a new P.C. war-game I've been waiting to try out," he told her. "Well, next time you do would you please run it through the automatic wash and have it waxed please," she told him, as her fingers gently caressed his ear lobes. "Sure thing mom, I'd be happy to," he told her. With each pass of her fingers a current of intense sexual energy shot downward to his crotch area and made his massive member lurch inside his clothing. He felt a little guilty about it, her being his mom and all, but Jesus, she was a sexy and very attractive woman, and he just couldn't help it. Sophia moved back to the stove and grabbed the cookware from the top of it, and then bending down she opened the oven door to place the pan inside and out of sight. She bent down very low, and moved exceedingly slow, to allow her son ample time to view her ass. She was nervous about all this flashing activity, this being her first attempt at it ever. But she was so hot, and wet now, she couldn't stop even if she had really wanted to, and she didn't want to. That shivering sense of excitement in the pit of her belly told her this would soon lead to her son fucking her, most likely, and she couldn't wait. It was strange she reasoned, that she had no profound guilt over her desire for him, or her present peek-a-boo game. Sophia moved her trim shapely body to the counter, then turned placing her elbows on the Formica top. She extended her legs outward in front of her and parted them just a little; making sure the front of her t-shirt rose up over her panty covered mound. She knew that in this pose his eyes had clear access to her prominent high pubic bone and pussy. She was hotter right now than she had been since her husband Bill had left her nearly eighteen months ago. She could tell from his reactions that he loved the show she was putting on for him. Sophia looked away, allowing her handsome son to view her body unhindered by guilt. She then very slowly slid her hand down the front of her t-shirt, until her fingertips were at the waistband of her panties. Then she slowly slipped her first finger under the sheer fabric and left the other three outside, and continued moving her hand down until it rested at the top of her pubic bone. Clint's cock was hard as stone as his eyes were held fast to the languid movements of Sophia's sinful hand. He thought for a time that perhaps she was on the verge of rubbing her cunt in front of him. "Well, I suppose I should dress and get decent before your friend arrives," she said as she began to move toward the exit. "He wont be around until later this afternoon, so relax mom, and take it easy, it is Saturday after all," he suggested. Sophia had paused directly next to his arm, her mound facing directly at him. As she leaned over to hug him she parted her legs slightly and captured the side of his arm between her legs. She then hugged him gently and kissed his cheek. Clint's cock became as hard as stone when he felt the heat of his mother's organ on the side of his arm, and her soft breast resting at his shoulder. As she kissed his cheek, he quickly turned his lips to hers, and found her mouth. She moaned deeply in her throat, and it was the opening note of her first love song of the day. Sophia kissed him back, her tongue entering his mouth lashed at his with all the force of her pent-up frustration. With a shaking hand she lightly raked her long nails down the side of his strong neck as they kissed. She whimpered as his hand found her breast, the heat from his touch made her body shiver again, and she moaned loudly as he firmly squeezed her hard tit. Her expiration had quickened substantially, and her pussy was oozing fluids at a phenomenal rate. "I love you mom," he told her as he turned facing her on the chair. He seated Sophia on his knees facing him; he could feel the heat of her cunt on the top of his legs. Sophia broke the kiss and paused, she was shaking all over and her pussy ached with need for him, she rested with her arms over the top of his shoulders as she looked into his eyes. "Oh baby, I love you too," she whispered breathlessly. "Do you ever imagine me naked when you masturbate?" she ask him point blank. "Uh...MMM, well, maybe, I really don't know," he stuttered, as his face went deep red, and his eyes bore a hole through the floor. Sophia smiled, knowing the correct answer already, and though it may have been wrong of her, she was truly flattered that her son found her attractive enough to fantasize about. "I didn't mean to embarrass you Clint," she said softly as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek. She would insure from now on, that she did indeed provide her son with the rich fantasy life he deserved, she decided. "Mom, yes I do," he finally answered. "Don't be ashamed Clint, it's normal for a young man of your age," she replied. "I do too Clint, I have since your father left," she told him. "You, you're kidding... right!!" he responded. "No son, I'm not," she said softly. "Would you like to watch me sometime?" she asked him. Without a word Clint slid his mother's body forward until her crotch rested directly next to his hard cock, and humped upward against her heated pussy. Then placing his hand at the back of her head he forced her face forward, and kissed her again, it was longer and deeper than before, with more intense feeling. Sophia went wild with passion, and quickly unfastened Clint's belt and pants; working feverishly she freed that enormous cock she had been unable to forget. She whimpered again, as her small hand began to stroke his hot smooth shaft. "Clint, I need you baby, I need you inside of me!!" she whispered against his ear in a broken, urgent, tone of voice. Placing his hand under her buttocks he raised up from his chair, turned, and placed her butt down on the table. Then quickly moved everything out of the way, and laid her flat down on top of it. He placed a chair beneath each of her feet and one in the center of them for himself. Clint slowly liberated Sophia from the burden of her bright silky panties, and became dizzy with passion at the sight of his mother's labia. She was smooth, save for a small triangular patch above her crease. "Yes baby, please hurry!" she whimpered. He did as she asked him, and carefully slid the now, wet panties, carefully over her delicate high-heels, one at a time. He held the damp spot at the front beneath his nose as she watched, and inhaled loudly, then extended his tongue and softly probed the savory moisture that he found there. "Your taste is spicy and pleasant mom," he told her without flinching. His eyes lowered to her cunt and saw that she was now slick with fluids, and her nipples were hard, high, and flushed with radiant color. "You're such a hot looking slut... mother, would you like it if I were to fuck you right now?" he asked her. "Yes baby, I want your cock inside of me when I orgasm," she cooed softly. Her pubic bone was very high and sloped nicely to her well-formed tummy. The ridges of her labia at both sides of her crevice were high and well rounded. Her clit was protruding out slightly beyond the two sides of her beautiful mound, and though not having seen many woman naked before, he was sure that his mothers was larger than average. Her vaginal lips were swollen and open slightly and very heavily covered with moisture; they were a beautiful shade of light crimson. His mouth drooled as he stood there appreciating the beauty of her body. Clint sat down in the chair, and leaned forward without touching her. Then with his face very close to her cunt he loudly exhaled his hot breath directly against her swollen pussy. Sophia groaned as she felt the warmth move over her exposed crotch and shivered sharply with anticipation. "Oh God baby, please eat me, please make me cum Clint?" she ask of him. He was only too happy to comply with her request, and began making small bites all over her ridges. His hands were now teasing her hard nipples, twisting, and pulling at them, until she moaned out loud with the strength of her desire. Sophia became in her imagination, a young maid bound securely to a cool slab of dark stone, her knees high, and her legs provocatively wide. A great serpent lay between her legs, its forked tongue rapidly stabbing at the tender region of her wet valley and thrilling her with its touch. With every flick of its nimble tongue an explosion of pleasure coursed through her body from her clit to her nipples, then slowly it dissipated into gentle, sweet warmth, that filled her body with a deep sense of contentment. Clint lightly flicked her engorged clit with the very tip of his tongue, and smiled as her hips bucked rapidly upward, he continued bathing her organ with his thick, hot tongue, until she was nearly delirious. He opened his mouth and sucked the hard little mass of flesh inside, then slowly, and very gently, raked his teeth over the nub. "Oh God baby, oh God yes, eat my pussy baby!" she cried out, as each lash of his tongue, brought a fresh flurry, of warm sparks of pleasure, against her heated flesh. Clint inserted two fingers into his mother's moist opening and began to slowly move them in and out of her wet cunt. He was lashing at her clit with increased speed and force now, and she was moaning incessantly, and the next time he raked her clit with his teeth she exploded. "Ah-h-h-h...I'm coming...I'm coming... Oh baby I'm coming so hard!" she screamed. Her entire body shook violently, as shock wave, after shock wave, ripped through her consciousness with unbelievable force pushing self away from the writhing, heated flesh of her tormented body. Sophia's mind was completely scrambled; everything was gone from her consciousness save for the warmth and tingling that enveloped her body like a snug glove of pleasure. Clint smiled as her body quivered from the force of her orgasm, and her vaginal walls convulsed violently around his still moving fingers. She had grabbed his wrist with both hands and was forcing it deeper into her swollen cunt, rocking upward on it with all her power. "Oh baby, that was beautiful," she sighed. Clint stood, and paused to look at her as she rested, noting how heavily her upper cheekbones were colored by the flush of her release, and how large and hard looking her nipples were. Then he smiled, very pleased with him-self that he had a part in bringing her this wonderful feeling. Sophia Ch. 01 "Was it good for you mom?" he asked her. "Oh yes baby, it was wonderful," she replied dreamily. He looked down into her smoldering green eyes then kissed her again, and found her lips were like a well constructed drink, addictive, disarming, and sweet. Pausing to look into her face once again... he was moved inside with love for her, because of what he had just witnessed...what he had just done. Sophia looked into his eyes, noting how he watched her body, and her heart flared hot with love for this awesome creature above her. Wrong or right, Sophia was pleased that he lusted for her; it was what her damaged ego had so desperately needed. There was a sharp intake of breath from Sophia, as Clint's cock forced her tight blood engorged vaginal lips open and he took possession of her body. As his enormous cock expanded her vaginal walls, she gave out her approval of his method of entry with a low fiery crescendo of sexual oratory. "Mother, would you do something for me please?" he asked her. "Anything lover, " was her instant reply, as she looked up into his youthful face. She knew she would never be able to deny him again after today, especially not in a heated state of passion such as this. "Would you masturbate while I fuck you, I'd love to watch?" he asked her sheepishly. Sophia did not reply, but merely smiled at him, as her hand moved lower toward her mons. While her fingers began their slow, lewd, dance of lust around her mound... she could feel his cock flinch in her passage. The sensation of his eager hardness moving inside her, electrified her entire being, and made her nipples harder than they had ever been in her life. The sight of Sophia's hand manipulating her clit that way only served to further escalate Clint's need for her, and he plunged his cock into her slick, wet body, until the massive head of his dick bumped the softness of her cervix. "Oh baby it's huge!" she cried out. But her statement was not born out of pain, no, but given out of pure, unbridled appreciation, of the pleasure he gave her. He was a beast she thought, this man she gave birth to, pounding her pussy with his enormous cock, driving her headlong into another orgasm. She was so hot laying there playing with herself in front of her son. Something about the fact that it was him standing over her watching her, drove her to an extreme of decadent desire, she had never achieved before. "Fuck me baby, make me your slut, and make me come again!" she cried. Sophia was half out of her mind with the need to release again, and her cunt was flowing with the thick warm product of her arousal. "Play with it baby, make that hot little pussy cum all over my cock," he groaned, as he hammered into her body like a madman gone wild. Sophia was now crazy with pleasure at the sensation of her son's enormous tool ripping, and tearing its way through her soft passage. The sensation of his hard pubic bone rapidly slamming into her fragile clit was titillating in the extreme. Clint reached down and twisted one of Sophia's nipples extremely hard making her cry out. That was all it took, she arched her body upward and froze above the table shaking, as her cunt clamped down around Clint's cock and spewed out a tremendous amount of hot salty fluid, filling the air around them with her sweet warm fragrance. It felt as if her orgasm lasted an hour, as she tingled from head to toe and flushed warm with pleasure. She was totally unaware of her surroundings, or what her lover above her was doing at the moment; every aspect of her mental powers were focused on the sweetness of her release. The sensation of Sophia's vaginal mating rhythm around his shaft, drove Clint beyond his ability to control, and he began to blast the inside of her cunt with his hot, creamy cum. Spasm, after spasm, rocked his young body, as his cock flinched, and lurched inside his mother like some great snake struggling to be free. With his climax now over Clint picked Sophia up from the table and sat down in the chair behind him. He placed Sophia on his knees with her head resting on his shoulder. "I have never cum so hard in all my life baby," she whispered to him. "It was great for me too Sophia," he replied. She kissed him slowly, with deep, wet expressions, of her appreciation for his efforts. They sat there and necked for some time before putting their cloths back on. "You're a wonderful, and very capable lover, Clint Aaron Dupree." She told him smiling. "And you, Sophia, are the worlds most capable teacher," he teased right back. Just as both of the lovers had finished making themselves presentable again the doorbell rang, and Sophia went to answer it, as Clint tidied up the kitchen table. When Sophia returned she had in-tow his long time school chum Donavon Peterson, "Don," as they called him, had been a year behind Clint in school and was in his final year at Lincoln High. "Hey dude, I know I'm a little early but I just got impatient and came over," Don told him. "Hey, its ok Don, did you bring the game?" he asked. "Got it right here Bro," Don replied. "I'm going to my room and see what it takes to beat this thing," he told his mother with a smile. "That's fine Clint, I'm still a little sleepy so I think I'll lay down for a minute or two and rest," she told him. The young men headed for Clint's Bedroom and after arriving fired up his PC to install the new game. They chatted about their common interest as they always did, and the subjects were mainly girls, music, and cars, as they always were. Clint installed the computer game and found it very interesting to play, and the day rolled on. He had become so deeply interested in the new role-playing game that he had lost track of time, and three hours had passed before he realized it was gone. "Oh shit," he muttered as he finally noticed the time. "Man Don, I still have a shit load of yard work to finish," he told his startled companion. "Do me a favor would you, burn a copy of this for me and leave it on the desk. Then shut down the system and close up before you go. I hate to run off this way but I've really gotta get going on the yard." Don said he would be happy to do it and said, "see ya tomorrow," as Clint sailed out of the room and headed downstairs to the garage. "I'll try and call ya later tonight Don," Clint hurled back over his shoulder as he rushed out of the room. Clint spent the next couple of hours manicuring his mother's lawn and setting the property to an acceptable level of appearance. He really didn't mind that type of work, and the time always seemed to go by so fast. Sophia had made her way to her bedroom after the boys had headed upstairs to Clint's room and stripped her t-shirt off then laid down on to rest. She dozed off and was in that in-between state when startled by something, she was suddenly elevated to near consciousness; it was then that she sensed a presence in the room with her. She lay there very still pretending to be asleep, waiting to see what would happen. She didn't wait long, as she felt a warm hand deftly sliding its way up her thigh toward her crotch. She didn't know if it was Clint or not, so she remained still, and in spite of the uncertain circumstances she was beginning to tingle all around her vulva, as her heart began to beat faster. The hand paused at her crotch, and then the fingers softly glided over her mound and a single finger was gently passed back down her slit, slowing its progress as it gently nudged her clit. It sent a powerful jolt of sexual energy surging up to her nipples making them expand rapidly and elevating her arousal even further. She could feel the moisture gathering on the pedals of her opening, and knew that her lips were swelling with blood again. She could feel additional cool air against her body, as these strange fingers gently moved her panty gusset to one side, and the other hand began to explore the valley of her vulva. The mystery of it intrigued her and raised her sexual sensitivity considerably; she was beginning to simmer again. She forced herself to remain still and resist the urge to hump this invaders hand that now stimulated her organ by stealth, without her consent. But when the long thick fingers forced themselves past the gate to paradise, she whimpered ever so lightly into her satin pillow. This was not her Clint she reasoned, and in spite of her desire, she needed to find a way to bring this to an end, she thought. They felt so good inside of her, moving in and out of her tunnel, she could imagine them in her minds eyes covered with the moisture from her pussy. Then to her pleasant surprise she felt a hot tongue between the folds of her slick mons. He made quick stabbing moves against her clit then ran the length of her crack up toward her ass. Sophia was shocked when the intruders tongue burrowed its way slightly into her anal opening; again, making light quick strokes at her anus, her body quaked inside from the intense sensation of these dark mysterious manipulations. She began to buck backward against the stranger and moan against her pillow. After that she felt the tongue exit her body, then felt, more than seen, the intruder exit her bedroom with all do swiftness. She quickly rose from her bed and made her way to the bathroom, and there, peering out the window that overlooked their driveway was Don making a hasty retreat for the street. The sounds of her stirring had apparently frightened him away. "The little shit, she thought, well, no serious damage done she mused." She went downstairs and paused in the kitchen just as Clint came in the back door. "Hello Lover," she crooned sexily, as she smiled at her handsome man. "You look warm, so sit down, while I get you something to drink," she told him. Sophia popped the top on a cold Bud, then walking around behind her son's chair and reached around him setting the beer in front of him. Bending slightly, she pulled his shirt collar lower and planted a wet kiss on the back of his neck near its center. She had never served her son beer before, but it occurred to her, that he was now more of a man to her than his father had been, so why not. "I tried to lay down while you worked," she told him. "But I kept having fantasies about what we did on this table earlier, and was too excited to slip off to sleep." "Its all I've been thinking of too," he told her. "When you're all through with your beer, I'll be waiting in the upstairs bath to bathe you at your leisure, Master" she told him. "Master...Me, he thought?" Then she turned and walked past him, the gentle sway of her hips and ass sending the appropriate sexual message to her young lovers hormones, a promise of even greater exploits, between those magnificently carved thighs. Clint was shocked by her use of terms in referring to him as her master, it was kinky for sure, but he didn't mind it. His mother was proving to be a total surprise to him in every way lately. "Slut, aren't you forgetting something," he scolded, in a deep resounding tone of voice. She stopped dead in her tracks and turning to face him with a smile said, "Yes Sir Master, how may your humble maid please you sir?" she spoke, still with a smile. "You are commanded never to leave or enter your lords presence without a gentle kiss for his lips madam, do you understand?" he inquired. "Yes sir, I'm so sorry sir, please forgive your humble maids inattentive attitude my Lord," she said smiling, as she approached his seat, and sweeping low, made ready her lips for her young champion. As she graciously pressed those loving lips to his, Clint's hand found her fertile field of life, and gently flicked her clit as she kissed him. She moaned at the sensation his finger had caused in her body, and visibly shivered against his young frame. It only served to make her drive more deeply into his sweet mouth, with that able serpent's tongue of hers. She continued, until Clint was visibly shaken by her effort, and his cock was as hard as stone again. "Do I now have your permission to take my leave my Lord?" she said smiling at him as she looked directly into his steel gray eyes. "Yes Madam, you may attend my needs elsewhere if you please," he told her, grinning from ear to ear, as he spoke. Her movements as she left, would be better described as an elegant porn scene, than mere walking. He watched the sway of her hips, as she vacated the kitchen area, and the fluidity of her curvaceous form made him moan internally, and he suffered a slight sense of isolation as her form vanished from his eyes. Clint sat there and finished his beer, as he contemplated the events of the day. It had been a strange one to be sure, but one who's ending he was perfectly happy with. He killed the Bud, made his way to the refrigerator, and retrieved another to take upstairs. When Clint stepped through the bathroom door he was greeted by a stunning vision that moved his senses deeply. The bath was already run, and his mother was kneeling beside the tub with her legs folded underneath her body. There were candles placed all around the room, and the scent rising from the flickering flames was magnificent. She was beautiful posed that way, with the candlelight shimmering against her golden hair. It enhanced the smoothness of her skin, bathing it, with its most lavish, sense of color, and hue. Sophia rose from her position and took her son's beer placing it on the header shelf. Then she took his hand, guided him into the tub, and positioned him where she wanted him. "Shall I wash your back my Lord?" she asked. "You may kiss me first, slave," he replied. Sophia did as told; it was a long, searching inquiry, into his innermost feelings for her, and a revelation of her own to him. Her hand slipped under the water and wrapped itself around his stiff cock, and slowly began to move up and down its entire length. Clint moaned, as he forced his tongue even deeper into Sophia's mouth. The couple, caught up in a world of emotional tenderness, let time slip away, and the only mark of its passage was the thunder of two wild and loving hearts enrapt with each other. He looked into her eyes, when their lips parted, and Clint could sense a hint of strong emotion hidden there, just beyond the vale of their misty sheen. He knew instinctively that she loved him, and it pleased him a great deal to be thought of as her man. Sophia had always loved her son but not with the passion she felt this night. She knew he owned her now; she became his as a woman when he pressed his hardness into the center of her creative heat and marked her as his own. There was no guilt, or remorse, but only intense happiness in her heart. "What are you thinking of Master?" she ask of him smiling. "How lovely you look in this light, my darling slave, and how my heart adores your presence," he replied. "Thank you Sir," she answered. She felt an awkward shyness that she hadn't felt since she was a young girl, and she was amazed that he could raise such long defunct feelings in her. She moved her hand from his groin, and with a single index nail trailed a path from his cock to one nipple, which she gently tickled. She then stroked his forehead, and again trailed a path to his ear lobe where she gently raked his entire outer ear. "Your bath my Lord," and with that she began with great care to minister to the needs of his body, caressing him at every opportunity, as she did so. When she finished she laid a clean dry towel on the floor and helped him exit. As he stood beneath the heat lamp, Sophia toweled his body down from head to toe. When she had finished, she stretched upward on her tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. "I love you my Lord," she whispered in his ear. "And I, you, My Lady," he answered in earnest. They stood there and continued necking for some time, their passions rising in intensity as their hands lovingly explored the wonders of each other. "You may turn your bed down and fluff a pillow for me Madam, that is where I will take my ease this night, and you... shall be in attendance," he said smiling, as he playfully slapped the cheek of her ass. "Yes my Lord," she replied, mocking his smile, as she curtseyed smartly, then spinning on her heel she headed off to make it all ready. "She loved this silly little game she had started with him, it was so much like childhood play," she thought. His eyes followed her exit enjoying immensely, the gentle sway of her full curved hips, and the ripple of her well-toned calves. He had always appreciated the sight of her narrow waist and small well-set shoulders she was one classy broad! When Clint entered his mother's bedroom with his large cock swinging lewdly in front of him, he found her kneeling beside the bed. Everything was ready, with the spread and top sheet pulled down for his convenience. He had paused directly in front of her, and her eyes devoured the long meaty protrusion at his groin. Just the memory of what it had done to her a short time ago made her nipples stir again with that steamy memory. "Will you pleasure me again Sir," she asked, with fevered eyes and rising breasts, while her shaking hand moved to touched his smooth cock. "Yes my Lady, and from now on this will be our room," he replied. "As it pleases you Lord," she said with a grin. Sophia leaned forward and lightly ran her tongue over Clint's entire bag. Then slowly she nibbled the underside of his now hard cock, taking tiny playful bites, as she made her way to the tip of his organ. She circled its head once with her tongue, and then went down half way on his dick with her hot moist mouth. "Oh God," he groaned as his legs shook slightly, he backed up and sat down on the bed knowing he could not take this in the standing position. Sophia was all over him in a flash, licking his cock with her small pointed tongue, her well-rounded breast swinging freely with every move. Clint smiled to himself, noting that her eagerness matched his own. She quickly moved over and above his head, doing something with his hand. Before he was aware of what had happened, she had secured his hand in a satin cuff, momentarily, both of Clint's hands were bound securely to the headboard. Her eyes were bright with mischief, as they surveyed his face, measuring his every reaction. There was a devilish grin on her face with a hint of maniacal menace to it. "It is time for my young Lord to learn how to serve, as well as rule," she told him with a menacing tone. "I'm going to make you beg for it," she said smiling. "Why Sophia, you ungrateful little slut, you mean to tease me, and after all I've done for you," he said smiling widely. Clint knew from the smile on her face that he was in for a rough go of it, and decided to just roll with the waves. "I do indeed my handsome young captive. I intend to make you plead for my body, weep when I decline, and faint when I move you to release," she told him, as she giggled, well pleased with herself. "Oh shit, Clint thought, this is going to be wonderful!" She straddled his body with her legs, and found his lips with hers; she kissed him deeply, and then rested her head at his chest. "I had to resort to self-gratification after I watched you masturbate the first time Clint. And you weren't even there to watch me," she told him feigning sadness in her tone. "Sophia, you're such a naughty little tramp," he said, as he laughed at her sad little story. She moved her mouth to his cock and without touching him, covered his member with it, then slowly exhaled, her hot breath rushing around his stiffness, making it dance with the warm flow of air. It was a wonderful sensation that left him wanting more of the same and stirred his desire even deeper. Sophia Ch. 01 Afterward she quickly closed her mouth around him and began to rapidly bob up and down on his cock, and continued until he was arching upward against her face. Then she paused, as she gently squeezed his balls, and then repeated the whole process over again. She was a whirlwind, a raging storm, and gentle sunshine, all in the same moment of time. Then slowly she moved her mouth to his balls, licking softly and probing with her tongue as she went. She gently sucked them in one at a time and softly licked at them with the point of her hot tongue. "Someone seems to be enjoying his captivity," she commented to him sweetly, seeming very pleased with her self as she spoke. "Yes, but I would enjoy it even more, if you sank me bag deep into your tight little cunt!" he told her. "My, such nasty dialog from a fine, handsome young gentleman!" she teased. "Remember how mommy washed your mouth out with soap when you made naughty comments as a child?" she asked him. As she moved her crotch to his face, and began to undulate her mound against his eager mouth. "Well this isn't soap, but it will have to do!" "I love you slut," he said. "Surely we can find some other use for that tongue, besides the creation of such obscene, nasty little words!" she taunted playfully, rocking her sex gently against his eager young mouth as she spoke. Clint could smell the heat of her sex as it rolled into his nostrils, and taste the hot warm spice of her fluids on his tongue. He was wild to be inside her, pounding that teasing little cunt of hers into a quivering mass, of whimpering, wet flesh. He clamped down on her clit hard, making her cease her gyrating, and ruthlessly whipped her nub with his tongue. Making her shiver above him, and cry out fervently with the intensity of his unexpected intrusion. Oh God Clint, yes baby, make me come again!" she cried out. They looked at each other then, both knowing they wanted this game to end, she leaned over him and kissed him, and she could taste her body's fluid on his lips. She unfastened his hands without taking her lips from his mouth. Clint was immediately devouring her skin with his hands, squeezing her ass, breast, and thighs. He quickly rose to his knees, and spun her small body around until her ass was facing him. Then plunged his hard cock halfway into the soft yielding flesh of her wet cunt, and paused to enjoy the sensation of her tightness around his flexing shaft! Sophia gasped as she felt her son's enormous tool spread her lips wide as he entered her cunt. It was so lewd she thought, being taken this way, spread wide before him, open, and vulnerable. His young cock opened her passage up in a way his father had never achieved, making her want it, hard, and fast. "Yes please!" she cried out, with deep sincerity. Clint did, he was like some mindless rutting bull, fucking his massive cock rapidly into her small, wet, opening. The walls of her vaginal passage were on fire, rippling against his shaft like tiny fingers massaging his blood filled muscle. With his increased pace Sophia's body began to tremble, and he knew this lovely creature was headed for release. "God, I'm coming!" she cried out above him. Clint was surprised by both the amount of fluid she spewed and the very extreme convulsions she experienced through her orgasm. She shoved her cunt back on his cock furiously, as his hands pulled and teased her high hard nipples. Her fragrance filled the area and its affect was like that of an addictive drug on Clint. "Oh God baby!!" was all that Sophia could manage at that moment. Sophia collapsed in front of her lover after her orgasm, her face against the sheets, and her ass high in the air. Clint withdrew his cock, lowered his mouth to Sophia's dripping cunt, and tasted the sweet elixir of her wild passion. She was like the wine from some wild uncultured vine of grapes, sweet, elevating, and unpredictable! The taste of the woman was spiced salt and her aroma was full and spiced. She began to moan again immediately, as Clint began to alternately whip and suckle her rigid clit. As he sucked her vaginal lips into his mouth, and lightly bit them he passed a single fingernail over her anal opening, making Sophia jerk sharply and gasp loudly. "My God, she thought, this animal is going to make me cum again!" She had never considered her son a sexual, alpha male. Perhaps it was time to revise her evaluation of her young offspring...she mused, smiling inwardly. As he moved his tongue to her anal opening Clint slipped two fingers into Sophia and began to slowly fuck them in and out of her cunt. Then he began to tease her anal slit with the tip of his hot, wet, tongue. "Oh God, no, Clint, its so dirty!" she moaned dreamily. "There is nothing unclean about you Mistress," he replied. Then proceeded to plunge his tongue into her ass harshly, making Sophia spasm uncontrollably above him. "Oh God baby, it feels so good," she moaned. Suddenly Sophia turned in the bed so that her cunt was just below Clint's face and his cock was just above her lips. She sucked half of his cock into her mouth running her tongue all around his shaft, as she lightly stroked his balls with her well manicured nails. She moaned loudly, as Clint's tongue began to ravish her abused pussy once again. Her body was rapidly tiring from all of her recent sexual exertion, but it was a sacrifice she was more than willing to accept. Clint's tongue felt like a smooth, velvet whip against her twitching button, and when he rudely inserted his finger two knuckles deep into her ass she went over the edge and began to scream, as she covered his face with her hot, tangy fluids. Clint felt Sophia go down deep on his cock, felt his head pass through that tight constrictive ring at the back of her throat. At that same instant he felt her finger go knuckle deep into his own ass, making him jerk downward and forcing his cock even deeper down Sophia's throat. That was it, Clint began to flood his mother's belly with a torrent of hot slick come, even as she wailed, in the throws of her most intense orgasm of the evening. When they had finished their respective climaxes, they collapsed against each other breathing rapidly in a light sheen of shinning sweat. Sophia lay with her head on his arm; her body tightly snuggled against the warmth of her young lover. "You are a wonderful lover," she whispered, after kissing him softly. "Only because you bring it out in me," he replied, nibbling her ear. As sleep touched their eyes, and transported them into the season of dreams, they kissed again, and snuggled closely together Sophia Ch. 02 Ch. 2 The concubine ----------------------------------------- This chapter is about the progressing affair between Sophia and her son, and improprieties perpetrated against her privacy, and person, by one of his friends and includes her ultimate revenge for those infractions. FM-FF incestuous in nature. ----------------------------------------- Sophia had called Beth that afternoon, and invited her into the living room when she had arrived, to discuss Beth's teenage sons aberrant behavior. The gorgeous brunette had seated herself across from Sophia with her legs smartly crossed, showing just enough leg to be conservatively sexy. After intentionally baiting Beth in their conversation and threatening her son with prosecution she had pissed Beth off thoroughly ... which is just what she had wanted. But after Beth began to fully comprehend the consequences of a conviction of this type, and its implications to her son's future, her attitude had drastically changed. "Please Sophia, there must be something I can do to change your mind about this!" the busty green-eyed brunette pleaded. "Well there is one thing you might do, but I sincerely doubt you would be interested in my compromise," Sophia had offered. "Oh but I would," Beth quickly replied! "I would do anything to keep this off my sons record," Beth told her. Sophia moved to sit directly next to Beth on the large leather sofa, then proceeded, "You will become my sex slave Beth, doing whatever I ask of you when I ask." Sophia gave her mind time to digest the implications of her proposal, and as she waited for Beth's reply. Her delicate, smooth hand started its sensual journey up the inside of Beth's leg. Beth was frightened ... confused ... and distracted, but she was also very dedicated to her son's welfare and while the offer was something less than optimal, she would accept it. Beth parted her legs slightly and smiled as sweetly as she could at her hostess, "How long will my obligation to you last?" she questioned. "How about we go six months," Sophia offered. "Accepted, with one condition," Beth told her. "And that is?" Sophia inquired. "That our activities over the next six months be held in the strictest confidence by you and everyone involved!" "Agreed," Sophia told her, and then she softly kissed the beautiful Beth Peterson and was stirred to find her response both affectionate, and inviting. Sophia called her son into the living room and explained the agreement to him; he seemed both surprised and elated. Clint studied the well built, walking wet dream seated in front of him, and it wasn't the first time he had done so. He had jerked himself off to fantasies involving Beth many times before, never dreaming that any of it would actually ever come to fruition in reality. "My Lord ... you must take time to get acquainted with your new concubine, and there is no better time to get started than now," Sophia said, smiling proudly at him. "My Lady, you'll never know how much I appreciate this," he said before he kissed her. Clint looked down at Beth like a hungry hound dog eyeing its next meal; she had smiled up at him suggestively and then slowly raised the hem of her skirt slightly higher on her gorgeous thighs. Beth could almost feel the scathing heat of his gaze moving on her crotch before he bent down and kissed her mouth. While he may have been young, he was certainly not inexperienced, at least, when it came to kissing a woman, his lips and tongue made her body flush warm, quickly. The gentle sweet manipulation of his tongue in her mouth left her dizzy and panting. He continued kissing her as his hands traveled upward on her thighs, as soft and subtle as silk. Clint found the front of Beth's panties exceedingly damp and she gasped out loudly at the shock of pleasure, when his finger passed over her erect clit. "Please touch me their again Clint?" Beth asked her young Lord. "I'd be happy to Beth," he replied. Clint pulled her front panel to one side and shoved his middle finger into Beth's tight opening and began to pump it rapidly in and out. Beth's body immediately began to produce an inordinate amount of fluid as her young lover teased her hungry sex. "Oh God yes, yes-s-s-s!!" she panted. After Clint paused his finger momentarily, Beth adjusted her body and her hem to afford him a better view of her wares, and asked, "Do you like what you see Clint?" "Beth, I have admired your body for a long time now, you just weren't aware of it!!" he told her smiling. "Oh, but I think I was aware Clint!" her voice, seductive as she smiled. With shaking hands Beth hooked the elastic band of her panties and slid them off her shapely legs, and then quickly, removed every other article of clothing she had on. Beth was excited; she had fantasized about fucking this young man several times in the past, when he had visited her home. And given the present situation couldn't wait to get him between her legs. Beth sat there completely naked, her cheeks and upper breasts flushed a light crimson by the sweet, intense hormonal stirrings she now felt. Clint's strong hands forced her legs wider, opening her up for his further pleasure. As his hands touched her body Beth was surprised by how deeply wanton, and sluttish she was acting, but even more surprising was the fact that she loved it as much as she did! Clint knelt before her and held her eyes with his, they were hypnotic and the color of young spring foliage ... affectionate, and full of wonder. He lowered his mouth to her clean shaven folds, his long serpent like tongue darting out to find the small pearl of life, in her fragrant fertile valley. Beth's head went back and her fiery green eyes snapped shut when Clint's tongue touched her. He skillfully parted her swollen lips with the tip of his tongue and lightly passed his serpents tool over her erect clit, sending a powerful electric shock through her body that left her weak and shaking. With her head laid back and her eyelids lowering, her hands roamed over her body, as she pleasured herself. Smiling with the sensation of her hungry fingertips, against the smoothness of her warm velvet skin. Her eyes paused, silent in wonder, as his lips pressed her most modest feminine attributes. Her breath rushing from her lungs, while her heart burned brightly with the intense emotions of her surging arousal. Softly ... so sweetly, he loved her, his tongue gently caressing the tender folds surrounding her creative inferno. There was nothing in all of creation now, but the gentleness of his mouth on her body. No other longing, but her deep desire for his continued presence, as he quickened her body. "Oh God my Lord, I love that skilled and sinful tongue!" Beth cooed. Encouraged by her response Clint's tongue began to work a little faster and his stroke against her lips and clit became decidedly firmer. She was making little love sounds with her eyes closed, as her hips began to rise up from her seat and actively seek the sweet pleasure of his mouth, her face and neck now straining backward, as she arched her pelvis at his face. Clint raised his mouth from her mound and began to whisper low in her ear, telling her how much he loved the look and taste of her, as he continued to drive her mercilessly toward culmination with his fingers. He told her how wonderful her breasts were, and how he had always admired the swing of her full shapely hips. "Oh thank you my young Lord," she whispered forcefully. Her intoned gratitude intending to cover more than just the compliments, appreciated though they were. Beth reached out and stroked Clint's cock through his jeans, feeling the massive organ swell and flinch beneath her gentle touch. She loved the way it bucked at her caress, and she loved the way it made him moan when she squeezed it. "Oh God Clint, its so big, so long, and I want it!" she whimpered softly. His fingers at her nipples were as soft and subtle as a woman's tongue, and at this moment she lost all reservation about making her deal with Sophia. Her heart was sweet thunder and the crashing waves of pleasure rolling over her ruled her reason as he toyed with her body ... and Beth lost herself in the marvelous sensation of both, his hands and his wicked tongue! "I know you want me I can feel it, and you should know I have lain in my bed with my fingers pumping my wet opening, as I fantasized about your cock!" she hissed. "Now eat me lover!" Clint was elated with that revelation, and so was his cock, which lurched and began to seep the evidence of his arousal. Though Clint had never been with a real woman before his mother, he instinctively knew that Beth's articulation, and forthrightness of feeling, were unique to her personality, and he adored it. Pure rapture flooded through Beth, as this wicked boys gentle tongue once again drove her feverishly toward an explosive orgasm. She could almost calculate the flexibility of his tongue muscle, as he fucked it slowly in and out of her damp, pulsing passage. "Oh my God you wicked child, how sweetly you make my body surge with lust!" she panted. Beth lovingly caressed her own nipples as she watched Clint savor the fluids of her passion, his tongue like fine silk against her moist skin. He was a gentle savage as he ate her, drawing the total focus of her mind to the single, wonderful sensation, of his mouth on her sensitive labium. "She would never have believed anything could feel this beautiful, and knew at that instant she would serve him willingly the rest of her days. It had been far too long, since she had been taken this way, her husband having lost his passion for her long before now!" This is what she'd longed for, the unrestrained adulation of her body by a lover that was sincerely swept away by her feminine charms. With her eyes closed she suddenly felt a rushing chill as her lover removed his mouth from her body. Beth whimpered softly, as she suffered a deep temporary sense of loss, but the whimper soon turned into a lustful moan again as she felt a new sensation on her wet engorged lips. Pausing at the interruption, Beth looked down to see Clint's colossal hardness, as he pulled it free of his boxers. She had never seen or experienced anything like it in her life, and gave a low whistle when it was fully exposed and in view. "My God Clint, you absolutely must let me touch it again!!" she said with a tone of lust inspired awe, in her excited voice. Moving closer to her, Clint then took Beth's small, soft hand, and guided it to the flinching mass of his cock. The smooth warm sensation of her skin made his breath quicken and his body shiver, as Beth lovingly stroked her prize. Beth's eyes feasted on the smooth soft character of his hard shaft, she cooed gently as her small warm hands ran up and down the length of his firmness over and over again. "It's so big, and beautiful Clint, I just love it!" She stilled inside as she felt the shocking enormity of his helmet as it slowly spread the enraged, wet lips of her cunt. He toyed with her, pushing in a couple of inches and then slowly backing out of her hungry passage. He continued this method of torture until Beth was completely frustrated, shaking, and saturated. "Please Clint, don't tease me, please give it to me and I promise by all that you trust I'll be so very good for you!" she bargained. Sophia smiled, as Beth begged for her son's cock, she knew the feeling all too well, and was thrilled that Beth now shared that experience with her. He slid into Beth very slowly until she was full; fuller than she'd ever been in her life, she could feel the head flirting with the top of her uterus before he slowly withdrew all the way out to its very tip. Beth opened her eyes and looked at him in unbelief, at this mere youth, who had just filled her with the largest cock she had ever felt. The next thrust was faster, as he stretched her to the limit again, she could feel the heft of his balls slap the cheeks of her ass, as he impaled himself deeply inside of her. Had it not been for her abundant lubrication, she doubted that he would have been able to enter her without ripping her in two. "Oh baby ... do me hard ... oh fuck yes-s-s-s, you bastard!" she hissed. He was a brutal beast as he used her, his speed of entry increased rapidly and the power of his thrust grew more ferocious with each stroke. She came almost instantly the first time, doing something she had never done before. She filled the room with the liveliest profanities she had ever heard, hardly believing, that they'd came from her own lips. "Oh please baby ... enough, let me go!" she begged, but was pleased in a moment that he'd ignored her. He didn't even slow down, but kept hammering that huge cock into Beth's small delicate body until she came a second time, screaming and completely out of control again. He used her until her body was limp and nearly lifeless, before allowing her to collapse into a heap before him and recover. She was satiated like she had never been before, satisfied at the deepest level of her emotional being, and yet even though she was nearly exhausted, she craved more of him. She opened her eyes again, when she felt the warm, loving touch, of his caress on her cheek. "Thank you my Lord," she told him, with only enough energy remaining to smile sweetly at him. While Clint never achieved ejaculation with Beth, he was nonetheless elated with her performance. She had elevated his self-image and bolstered his ego tremendously, by her response to his romantic advances. Sophia came to her Lords rescue as she knelt before him and engulfed his wet, sticky cock with her mouth. Savoring the delectable taste of there mingled juices as she sucked him! Her sharp colorful nails pricked lightly at his sack as she devoured the colossal hunk of meat. When she moved a single sharp nail across his anal opening his liquid fire belched forth from his body spilling into her busy mouth. He pumped furiously, as he emptied what seemed like gallons of his hot, elixir of life, between her thinly stretched lips. It spilled out running down her neck and over her breast, to drip slowly from her hard nipple. Beth, watching from her reclined position, felt a tinge of jealousy in the fertile soil of her lustful spirit, thinking that this should have been her treat Sophia now greedily drank. But there would be other opportunities she thought, as she smiled wantonly. That afternoon, Clint and Sophia did things to Beth's body that would have colored the cheeks of a seasoned hookers face, high crimson with shame, and Beth loved every one of them! She was alive, and vibrant in a way she hadn't been in years, she was in love with life again and felt good about herself. The season of the day, now becoming long with the hour, was cause for Beth to inform her hostess, and her Lord, that the time for her departure was now pressed. She dressed quickly, but really hated to leave, she was fond of them both; and this had been more adventure than she had experienced in a good while. Clint and Sophia both walked her to the front door where Beth paused momentarily, hoping for some sign of affection from them. She didn't wait long as Sophia placed one long nail under her chin lifting her face with it, and then sweetly kissed the beautiful brunettes shapely lips. Sophia's free hand toyed on her high, shapely pubic mound, as her tongue gently caressed the inside of her mouth. "I hope you enjoyed yourself Beth," Sophia told her sincerely, after breaking the kiss. "Oh Sophia, like nothing else before in my life!" Beth replied, equally as sincere." Clint gently pulled Beth from his mother's grasp, and stepping very close to her, kissed her himself. Every sensitive area of Beth's body came alive with warmth at the touch of his lips, and her knees became jelly like. Passion robed her petite frame once again, as her Lords wicked tongue cast its irresistible spell against her charms, making her flush wanton once more. She forcefully ground her pelvis into the hard protruding bulge at his crotch, as both hands squeezed the tight shapely cheeks of his hard ass. "Oh God my Lord, it troubles me so to leave you ... but I must. We will do this again, when I serve you next, and I will serve you well my Lord," She told him smiling. "I believe you will Beth," he responded smiling back. Her eyes sang in silence, a song his heart alone could hear, as he gave one final thrust of his cock to the high cut of her mound. Beth whimpered and quickly buried her face at the side of his neck, and kissed him there before leaving. She smiled warmly at him, as she arranged her hair and then passed through the door. "I'm dying to know how you liked her Clint," Sophia asked, her own curiosity teasing her. "I thought she was fabulous, she's a beautiful woman mother," he told her. Sophia took him by the hand and led him upstairs to her king size bed, threw the comforter off and turned down the top sheet, "Sleep my prince, for a short while, and I will lay beside you." And the world with its problems fled away, as they sank into a very peaceful, deep sleep. When Clint opened his eyes after what he thought was a short nap the very first thing he saw was his mother with her long shapely leg thrown over his thigh. Her face was still peaceful, as her body was held tightly in the clutches of deep sleep. He slipped quietly out from under her legs, and arm, without waking her and headed for the shower. His mind took him back to the fucking he had given his close friends beautiful mother, and his cock rose instantly. When he finished and had dressed, he headed downstairs to put on some coffee, before he had the brew built he heard the water upstairs as the shower came on, and knew Sophia was showering as well. When he entered the bedroom again carrying Sophia's steaming cup, he saw upon entering that she was already fully dressed, and he was still unaware that he had slept all through the night. "It's a beautiful Saturday morning," she said smiling, as he handed her the cup. "Saturday ... what happened to Friday afternoon?" "Forever gone lover!" Sophia responded. "Look, there are some things I'd really like to pick up from the market. I have tried to call your concubine to arrange a Friday evening outing, but couldn't reach her. Would you be a dear while I'm away and go over to her house later and attempt to settle on a time that is good for her schedule?" Sophia asked. "Certainly Sophia," Clint replied. "Ok, I'm off then, see you later lover," she told him, flashing a come on smile as she moved seductively toward the door. She paused half turning, her stance wide, her hip provocatively placed, and said, "Don't let that hungry she-wolf use you completely up my love ... remember, you still have my needs to attend too!" She giggled, blew him a kiss, and floated out the door. Clint sipped his coffee with a grin, his mind still dreaming of the things he yet wanted to try with Beth, and wondering what her son would think if he knew! He was away visiting his uncle up state and Clint decided it would probably be best not to say anything at all about it ... at least not yet. It was two blocks to the Peterson house and Clint had decided to walk instead of driving the short distance. He knew her husband Ted would be home today, but was unconcerned he was a nice fellow and Clint liked him. When Beth answered the door she was wearing a soft white top and a very short, loose, clingy skirt, her hair was free around her shoulders, and her face was radiantly peaceful. He could clearly see the sharp rise of her mound there, between the hollow of her legs. He began to explain his reason for dropping by unannounced when her husband Ted entered the living room behind them. Sophia Ch. 02 The next morning, Sophia woke up with all the covers thrown off her. It was hot! She looked up at the wall next to her bed. Her room was decorated as sunnily as possible, with yellow, orange and red everywhere. She sniffed the air through the open window next to her bed. She brushed her hair back out of her face and nearly sprang out of bed. Summer was coming. It was only two weeks until she was on a plane. Finals were the only things between her and a sweet summer. It was going to be a good day; she could feel it. On the train again, Sophia's mood stayed light. She watched people on the train, rather than studying, allowing herself these few minutes off. She kicked off her sandals and tucked her legs underneath her. This morning, she had put on a light, yellow dress that fell to her knees and covered her shoulders (work rule). She grinned to herself. She felt giddy and happy and altogether as though finals didn't start tomorrow. She hopped off the train when it stopped and started to walk leisurely towards the café. She thought she was on time, and anyways, even if she wasn't, what could matter on such a fine day? She felt the sun on her neck, under her drawn up hair, and thought unexpectedly of Miguel. She wondered how he was and how tall Lucia had grown. And then her thoughts turned suddenly to Tom. That man from the café. He and Miguel had nothing to do with each other, of course. Miguel was a sweet, serious man who looked after his sister and was passionate about La Casa Soleada. Tom was an arrogant, flirtatious man who worked for rich people and was so full of himself he couldn't take a hint. And she wasn't interested in either of them, not that way. But in the warm sunlight and light breeze, she was inclined to be lenient in her judgments. Eh, Tom probably wasn't that bad, for the right person. To each her own. The morning passed quickly as Sophia chatted with customers. The usual group of regulars came by, and several complimented her on her dress. Everyone was in a good mood, due to the weather. Halfway through her shift, Nina came up behind her. "You know, if that man comes by while you're wearing this, you won't be able to get away this time." Sophia laughed lightly. "Oh, I'm ready for anything today." Nina looked disbelievingly at her. "I'm watching you, girl. Sweet, quiet Sophia acting dangerously—not a good sign." At his now usual time, Tom Anderson walked in the door. Sophia was at the register, as usual, and watched him approach. She was ready to come back with something sarcastic when he asked her for a date. "Yes?" she asked. "A small chai latte." He smiled mischievously at her. Wow, his eyes got all crinkly when he did that. She suddenly felt uncomfortable. "Sure. $2.35. Coming right up." He didn't try to touch her hand when he gave her the money. What was that about? Had he given up? His smile told her otherwise. She watched his retreating back suspiciously. When she brought his coffee, she smiled at him, ready to believe he'd given up and was now going to be a good regular customer. "Good day?" she asked. "Sure. Not too busy. And yours?" "Great. Couldn't be otherwise, with this beautiful weather. I can't wait for the summer." "This has been a long winter, hasn't it?" "The longest." "Nice dress." He looked her up and down appreciatively. "Thanks. It's in honor of this wonderful day." "Why not sit? You don't have any customers at the moment." She thought about it and then thought, what the hell. She sat. "There we go. So, what classes are you taking? At Columbia." "Well, two bio classes, one great and one horrible. A statistics class, and then my favorite, a class on Pablo Neruda." "Really?" He leaned forward and she didn't lean back. "I've got his complete anthology at home. In English, of course. Do you like him?" "Oh, he's wonderful. I think his love poems are the only ones I can take seriously." She felt excited to have found a poetry reader. "How so?" He looked interested too. "Well, you know, love is the most overdone subject in poetry. Sometimes love poems try to be too strong and just come out limp. But his poems—they suck you in." "You know what? I know what you mean. There's something magnetic about the way he writes. Even in translation. Do you speak Spanish? Are you reading the original?" She wondered whether or not to end the conversation. But he seemed to only have a friendly interest in her, and she was glad of the opportunity to talk to someone interesting. "Yes and yes. I was born in Venezuela, and I didn't move here until I was 14." "Really? You have no accent." "My mother's first language was English. She was an interpreter at the American Embassy in Caracas." "Wow, pretty international. So how'd you get interested in medicine?" "Well, every summer I go back to Venezuela and work at a children's clinic. I'm just an assistant, but I guess that's what sparked my interest. What about you?" He leaned back and she could see his expression cloud a bit. "Oh, I got interested in college, and I switched from math to bio. Not a very interesting story." He looked at her, and she felt startled again at how green his eyes were. "Sophia!" Nina called from the counter. "Customer!" "Oh, wow, I gotta go. Sitting down on the job and all that." She hastily stood up and she could feel him looking at her legs. "Wait." He reached out and touched her arm: their first contact today. "How about this Friday, tomorrow? I swear I'm not as creepy as I've come off these past few days. You just… intrigued me." He kept his hand on her arm, and she pulled it away carefully. She wasn't in that good a mood. He fixed her eyes with his, and she began to feel a little fidgety. She looked at him and considered for a long moment. He really didn't seem creepy. And he'd backed off a bit, which made her feel better. "You know what? What the hell. Okay." She held her hands up in surrender. "Really?" He looked up at her and grinned a wonderful, boyish grin, like the kid who'd just got the last cookie. "Sure, why not?" "Great! Where can I pick you up? Columbia?" He got a memo pad and pen out of his jacket pocket. "Nah, just tell me where to meet you." She wasn't going to let him make this a real date. He put his memo pad away. "Okay, well, how about at the southwest corner of Washington Square Park? I guess we can walk from there." He looked a little annoyed. She smiled sweetly. "That will be fine. Since I guess you're picking the restaurant, what time?" "Seven." He grinned again. "But I get to drive you back." "Whatever," she said, turning and walking from the table. Just because she'd given in didn't mean she had to act like her life depended on the details of the date. She glanced back to see how he was taking it, and saw with dismay that he was still grinning. "See you then," he said, as he saluted her and walked out the door. Wow, it worked, he thought in amazement. He was very careful the whole way through to not make any advances he wouldn't want her mother seeing. But then what was that about meeting him somewhere instead of letting him pick her up? Did she have a boyfriend? He'd never thought of that possibility. Then again, she'd seemed so thrown off by his come-ons that it seemed unlikely. No, she was too shy. For some reason, he felt more excited about this date then he'd felt about all his previous "Fridays." This one had taken work, and plus, Sophia wasn't exactly his run-of-the-mill choice. He'd have to turn the charm on high to make sure this evening would end with them both at her room. He thought about taking her back to his apartment, but quickly shook himself. He wasn't going to break his rule now, just because she was a little different. That night, tucked in her little room, Sophia found it a little difficult to study. She had her first biology final tomorrow, but for some reason, the fine points of gene duplication seemed to give sudden rise to thoughts of Tom. She thought about his eyes and his hands. Was she nuts? This is exactly why she had a policy of not dating. Here she was, the day before her final, unable to concentrate just because some man made eyes at her. She sighed. This was going to be a long night. ***** The next day, as Sophia sat her final, she realized that not only did she have trouble concentrating because visions of a strange man kept popping into her head, she was also excited. She wanted to go on this date. It was a strange realization. She turned herself fiercely back to her exam paper. Not now! Tom also found it a little difficult to concentrate that day. It was just because she's not a normal date, he told himself. What would they talk about? What would he say to her? She didn't seem to go for the suave compliment. And he had to keep this evening moving. He told himself it was because he wanted a reward at the end of the night, but some sneaky little voice in the back of his head told him he also wouldn't mind seeing her again. He shook himself. He was usually able to keep the women he saw and his work completely separate, but now, thoughts of Sophia's smile and hair and legs were intruding on the operating room. Hmmm. Sophia stumbled back to her dorm room. That exam was quite long enough, thank you. All errant thoughts of Tom had disappeared as the test gained momentum, and now all she wanted to do was sleep. She unlocked her door and threw herself onto her bed, face-first. She fumbled around and found the alarm clock, which she set to 5:00, and fell fast asleep. Beepbeepbeep! Beepbeepbeep! Sophia awoke with a jerk and scrambled to hit the off button on her alarm. Her legs, still weak from sleep, slipped out from under her, and she landed with a hard thump on the floor. She groaned and leaned her head back on her bed. She turned it slightly to look at the time. For a moment of panic, she thought it read 5am. She almost scrambled to her feet before she realized it was 5pm. Her heart rose and sank at the same time. It was good, really, that she didn't stand him up. But a small, vindictive part of her wished she had, even inadvertently. He didn't seem like the type that happened to very often. "Are you alright?" Gary, her neighbor, peeked his head around the door. "What're you doing on the floor?" She sighed and grinned at him. "My clothes had this sudden urge to become closer to the earth from whence they came, and I had no choice but to oblige." "Ah," he said, as he sat in her chair. "That's alright then. Need help?" "Nah, I got it," she said, as she dragged herself upright. "I just took a nap after getting pummeled by my biology exam. Oh, I completely forgot to ask, how's James?" Gary flipped open her laptop with a little frown on his face. "James is no more." "Really? I thought your first date went well." She went to the sink to wash her face. "Yeah, well, the second was a complete dud. It soon became clear that he wasn't, well, my type." He said this carefully. "What," she breathed, through splashes of water, "was he, heaven forbid, neat?" Gary gave her a pained expression. "Not neat. Anal. Completely. He sent back his plate FOUR times on our last date. Clearly, it wasn't going to work out." She laughed. "Okay, okay." "So, what're you up to tonight? I was gonna head over to a screening of Psycho- couples get in free. Wanna be my date?" "Sorry, Gary, I've got a real date." Gary started and almost fell of his chair. "What? Say that again, I'm sorry, I must have an unusual build-up of earwax. I thought you said you had a real date, but we both know that can't be true." "It is." "Wait, why didn't I hear about this? What's he like? Where'd you meet him? Is he cute?" Sophia offhandedly filled him in on the details. "Now move, I want to check my email." He wouldn't budge. "Now wait just a moment. You say your date is at 7? It'll take you at least a half hour to get there, you silly girl. It's 5:45 now, and you haven't taken a shower, or, I assume, chosen what to wear. Well, never fear." He stood up and grabbed her shower tote and thrust it at her. "You go take your shower and primp and all that, and I'll pick what you should wear. Go on now," he insisted, over her protests. He pushed her out of the room with an imperious wave of his hand. She took a nice, hot shower that washed some of the weariness out of her limbs and brain. It was a public shower, but she had long gotten used to walking around the dorm in her towel. She wrapped it around her and stood in front of one of the mirrors and began combing her hair out. When it was down, which it rarely was during the year, it fell just past her shoulders. Usually, she liked it out of her way, but right now, she admired the effect it made around her face. She felt a thrill of excitement. She knocked on her own door. "Well, am I allowed in my room yet?" Gary opened the door, grinning. "I found the perfect thing." He swept her into the room. "It's gonna be a bit chilly tonight- I checked the weather. So here it is," he said, pointing her to the outfit laid out on her bed. It was a pair of white, tight pants that she didn't usually like to wear, and a dark red, simply cut spaghetti-strap dress that fell to just above her knees. "Gary, you know I don't like to wear either of those things during the year." "Oh yes, I know, because white pants and red dresses might bring down your GPA. You gotta watch those clothes, they're tricky." He sighed in exasperation. "At least try them on." "Okay, okay," she said, waving him out of the room. She changed into the outfit Gary had picked and looked in the mirror. Not bad. She didn't like how the white pants hugged her pelvis so tightly, but the dress covered that. The outfit made her look… happy, for some reason. "Come in, Gary," she called. Gary opened the door and whistled. "Sheesh, Sophia, if I was straight…. But you gotta get out the door soon." "Yeah, I know," she said from her computer, where she had already sat down to check her email. There was another message from Miguel, and she was just about to click on it when Gary pulled her out of her seat. "Not now, you silly. Go on, here's your purse. Have fun, dear." She grabbed for a hairband, but he snatched it out of her hand. "Don't even think about it. You look gorgeous. Someone has to have to successful date this week." "What if I don't want it to be successful?" she asked, as she obediently walked out the door, not waiting for an answer. She felt a fleeting guilt at the thought of Miguel's message in her inbox. Why should she feel guilty about that? No reason, except that Miguel's warm face kept popping into her mind as she walked towards her date with Tom. After coming home from his rotation, Tom dressed meticulously in black dress pants and a dark blue, button down shirt. For some reason, he felt a little apprehensive. He wanted to make a good impression, he told himself. That's all. He quickly changed his slip-on shoes to some low-rise black boots with laces. As he drove his BMW towards Washington Square Park, he told himself that this was going to be a one-night date. It wasn't going to become two or three dates. Sure, Sophia caught his interest, but so had many women before. But… her obvious passion and serious nature were unusual for the women he usually chased after. And he didn't really understand her. That was attractive. He quickly pulled into a parking spot and realized that she may not have wanted him to pick her up because she didn't trust him not to kidnap her or something. He grinned. That would be fun, but probably illegal in several ways. Plus, then she'd never like him. He hopped out of his car and then he saw her, turning the corner. She hadn't seen him yet and was looking around with a puzzled expression. He ducked quickly behind a tree, so he could get a longer look at her before she saw him. Wow, that was some dress. It showed off her nice shoulders and emphasized her small, round breasts. Plus, the pants, even though they were partially covered by the dress, flaunted her long legs. And her hair was down, framing her face beautifully. He realized he was actually hiding now. He felt a little intimidated. He chuckled at himself, took a breath, and stepped out from behind the tree. "Sophia Morales, you are a beautiful woman." She jumped and turned towards him. "Oh. I mean, thanks. I mean, I'm not, but thanks." She fidgeted with her purse and her hair fell into her face. He laughed at her and relaxed. No, she wasn't intimidating after all. Her fumbling was cute. "Whatever you say, little tiger. Now, why wouldn't you let me pick you up?" She raised her head and suddenly looked more confident. "Because I didn't want you to get the idea that this was a real date," she said, defiantly. He chuckled and offered her his arm. "Well, I'm afraid you've failed. I'm definitely under the impression that this is as real as dates get. Me and a beautiful girl going to dinner together on a Friday night… hmmm, seems like a date to me." When she didn't take his offer, he gently caught her hand and tucked it into his arm. "You'll have to forgive me if I'm old-fashioned," he said, grinning at her. They walked towards the restaurant he'd picked out and talked. After the initial uncomfortable moments, Sophia seemed to relax and talk more easily. They chatted about Venezuela, his job, and her school. Tom noticed that when she relaxed a little, her face smoothed out and her hands flew gracefully as she talked. He found himself staring at her and laughing at all her jokes. He liked to hold back and let women show their interest first, but this time he couldn't help it. When he pointed out the restaurant he'd chosen, classy but not too dressy, he could feel her stiffen a little. He pressed her arm and steered her smoothly into the restaurant. To his great surprise, she let herself be steered and sat down almost docily at her seat. She looked around a little timidly. He was amused to see that she continued to be subdued when the waiter came, and let him order for her. Then he leaned over. "Is there something wrong? The little tiger seems to be suspiciously quiet." She fidgeted uncomfortably with her napkin. "No," she said slowly, "I just don't usually go to places like this." He laughed lightly. "That's why you get a date to take you. That's the only reason you agreed to go, right?" She gave him a half-smile. "No, I agreed to go because the weather made me lose my head and I wanted you to stop bothering me. Though the nice restaurant is a perk." "Ouch! Right to the heart!" He feigned a wounded air but was pleased to see her relax a bit. "Surely there are other nice parts?" She grinned at him, almost mischievously. "Perhaps," she said carefully, taking a slice of bread from the basket in front of them. He didn't press the matter, but instead tried to be as gentlemanly charming as possible without stepping over her appropriateness line. And for some reason, he didn't have an urge to make sexual comments or innuendos. Must be her age. She is awful young. How young? "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old are you? In a ballpark way?" he asked, almost tentatively. "I'm going to be 21 this summer. And you?" "I'm an old geezer. 28. Medical school takes time." He breathed out. So not exactly straight out of the cradle, but not experienced either. "I can imagine. Where'd you go for medical school?" They got off on the topic of medical school and Tom's career. He watched Sophia go through her now familiar stages of transformation as she got into the subject. He tried to keep his mind on the topic, but hey, he was a man, and her hair kept falling to the sides of her face and brushing the tops of her breasts. Damn, was that distracting. And the fact that she was all lit up at the moment didn't help either. All of a sudden he realized she'd asked him a question. "I'm sorry, what did you ask?" Sophia Ch. 02 "Hello Clint, long time, and stop growing, you're getting too tall," he kidded with a chuckle. Clint's hand raised slightly and his forefinger found Beth's clit through the sheer fabric of her skirt. There was a look of total shock and earnest fear on her face, as she felt the sweet sensation of a warm, firm circular motion against her nub. "My mom keeps telling me its hormonal induced cellular explosion," Clint kidded back with an easy grin. "Whatever that means?" Beth's body blocked Ted's view of Clint's hand, and he had no idea of what was going on in front of him. "Nice to see you again kid, don't stay gone so long next time, Ok. I'm off to try the new gas washer on my Van, 2500-psi should take some grime off the old girl," he said, as he turned to exit through the kitchen, still smiling broadly. "I promise," Clint replied. "Are you crazy?" Beth whispered. He looked sternly into her colorful, fear filled eyes, until she lowered her gaze to the hand now bringing her pleasure. Then, as if to give her consent she slightly parted her legs for him, as a smile spread slowly across her face. The sight of his hand on her body with her husband so near, excited her profoundly. When she raised her eyes to his again, they were bright, soft, and yielding. "God damn you, I need your cock!" she hissed. "Then you shall have it, my impatient little slut!" he told her. Clint stepped forward slightly and pressed the burgeoning bulge of his cock forcefully against her sharp, full mound. Her arms flew around his neck and her tongue all but forcefully raped his mouth. She maneuvered her body into a position, which allowed her to undulate her crevice directly against his hard throbbing meat. They could both hear Ted in the garage backing out the Van, so there was no real risk in the kiss ... but it was, a wonderful greeting! "I can't wait until Friday to see you again Master, Ted leaves for Chicago again tomorrow afternoon, so please tell your Lady after that, the sooner, the better," she told him after breaking from her kiss. She took his hand and led him through the spacious living room into the kitchen area. The door leading to the garage was a two-piece affair; the top opened wide independently of the bottom half, which could remain closed. "So ... you like risky games huh?" she asked, with an impish grin. She let go of his hand and walked to the door, opening the top half but leaving the bottom closed, she then leaned her elbow on the wide shelf that topped the bottom section. Reaching behind her with one hand she slowly raised her tiny skirt over the cheeks of her marvelously perfect ass, and revealed that she had no panty's on. His mouth went to water immediately, at the sight of her brightly flushed, gaping lips, and the tiny hooded pearl that hung between them. Clint nearly came down the inside of his thigh right there, "You evil little temptress you!" he whispered. She looked back over her shoulders with a pouting "I'm so naughty look," then blew him a kiss and teasingly wiggled her ass slightly at him, raising one high heel from the floor as she did. He smiled wide; as joy erupted inside at the sight of her embolden animation. When he heard the washer start, Clint got down on his hands and knees and quickly started crawling up behind Beth. His tongue darted out and rapidly swiped that patch of beautiful crimson flesh, nestled between her full, heady cunt lips. The current of hot electric energy that passed through her body at his touch made Beth shiver above her Lover. She felt him squeeze between her legs and turn, facing upward toward her organ. Her legs shook and she nearly fainted, as she felt the heat of his tongue attack her clit savagely. His hands were all over her as he ate, squeezing her ass, caressing the inside of her thighs, lightly fingering her anal opening. But somehow Beth managed to bravely maintain that loving smile for Ted, her head crooked in the palm of her hand as she watched him at work. Later, when his wicked tongue had done the deed, the volume of her fluid increased and turned slightly salty on his tongue, and he knew Beth was nearly there. He hungrily consumed the flow of her passion, as her legs shook fiercely above him. The fingers of a single hand found his thick hair, and clutching it tightly, she brutally forced his mouth against her swollen mound. It was a fierce struggle for Beth to maintain her modesty, as his energetic tongue sweetly drove her to the apex of heavens bliss. She was urged in her spirit to cry out to the heavenly bodies above, concerning the hot joy that now flowed through her body and mind. But for the sake of expediency, she struggled to maintain her decorum. He introduced the very tip of his finger into her anal opening and with that single invasion she was on her way with deep shivers. Beth's pulsing cunt went into the throes of intense orgasm, nearly pulling the tongue from Clint's face as she came. But still, she smiled sweetly out the door. She lost her legs, and gentlemen that he was, Clint sustained her body with both hands, one on her tummy, the other on her fabulously formed ass. The little tart closed the upper part of the door when she was finished, and then collapsed against it. And still, that new gas washer, was belting out that horrendous song! Clint rose from the floor, slithering up her body as close to hers as he could get, and when his face leveled with her own, he kissed the wanton wench full on the mouth. "You're quickly turning me into something I never thought I'd be!" she whispered. "Oh ... and what might that be?" he asked. "A slut!" she whispered seductively. "And you find that objectionable?" he asked smiling. "No ... only the part where I love it too much too much for it!!" she answered, smiling mischievously. She opened her body to him and gave him his way without pretense, and he filled her there on the kitchen floor with his hot seed. Making her orgasm once again in the process, with her wrist pinned firmly at her sides, and his tongue boldly ruling her warm mouth. When he had finished, she slowly ran her fingers through the hair at the sides of his head and kissed him repeatedly, before reluctantly relinquishing the warmth of his body back to his control. "I'm your bitch my Lord!" she said smiling. "You may ride me anytime, and anyway it pleases you!" she said. But he lingered there with her, coaxing her to her side to face him, then his lips gently took possession of hers again. His warm hand attending the gentle, sweeping rise, of her beautifully flared hip. Then slipping around behind to trace the fine hard cut of her cheek, and administer a loving squeeze. "Beyond the obvious charm of your feminine beauty Beth, you're a warm and wonderful person that I would enjoy being with even without the wonderful lovemaking we have shared. I hope after all of this is done, that you'll remain my friend!" Her eyes misted, as she moved her lips against his again with a sigh, and moved her lover's heart, and body, in ways he never imagined possible until that moment. "We will always be friends Clint!" she whispered softly. He stood, took her hand, and watched her gracefully gain her feet. She leaned into him then, molding her charms to his young body and bit the side of his neck lightly, as her small hands squeezed the cheeks of his adorable ass. She escorted her young Lord to the door, holding his hand at her side, as they walked without speaking, but when they arrived and stopped, she turned and kissed him again. "Please tell your Lady that I am available any time after Monday afternoon and can hardly wait to see her again, and tell her for me that I miss her, and her touch" she informed him. "I want you to know Clint that while I entered this agreement to spare my sons future, that isn't wholly the reason I shall continue with it now," she whispered softly. He shook his head in affirmation not trusting his voice, it simply wouldn't do for a young man to falter at the vice of emotion, in the presence of his lady, he thought. "I think you're a wonderful young man Clint, and I'm very fond of you," she told him after the kiss, looking directly into his brilliant blue eyes as she spoke. " Thank you Beth," he said softly. Before watching him slip out the door, Beth quietly retreated to the kitchen area and rummaged through her purse fishing out a key ring, and then removing one of its occupants. "Here, this is to the front door so you never need to knock, just remember if the SUV is here that means Ted is home and you'll need to observe normal protocol then," she told him before kissing him the last time, and reveling in the hard warmth of his young body. Beth closed the door and leaned against it sighing deeply, as her young lover headed for the refuge of his own home. She had enjoyed his visit, he made her feel so young and recklessly spontaneous, besides being the best lover she had ever known. She knew she was developing deep feelings for the young man, but he was well worth the risk of deep wounds she concluded. Clint made his way home and stretched out on the large bed in his mother's room, resting until she returned. The silence seduced his mind into sleep and quickly ushered him into the realm of dreams, he became a Sultan, and both Beth and Sophia had charge of his harem. They took turns scheduling his nightly visits to the women's quarters and sent scouts out all through the kingdom to enlist beautiful women to entertain his sexual appetite. *** He took flight from the beauty of his harem when he awoke to the movements of Sophia's body on the bed. He opened his eyes and she was looking directly into his face with a very big smile. "You were dreaming then ... right? You were calling to someone named Abby," she told him. "I owned a harem and you and Beth were in charge of it, there were hundreds of beautiful women ... and oil wells too. God it was wonderful!" he explained. "You really do know how to have them, don't you tiger?" she chuckled. Clint relayed Beth's message to his mother, who then went downstairs to attend to household duties and store the things she had purchased. -------------- The following day, late Sunday afternoon while fooling around on his computer Clint received a call from Beth on his cell phone. "Hello," he answered. "Hi lover, do you miss your concubine my Lord ... because she's missing you a great deal?" she said with a slow deliberate cadence. Clint's cock immediately went into high-level trauma! "I haven't thought of much else since you left wench," he told her. "I'm so happy your suffering too," she giggled. "Would you like to know where I am, and what my fingers are doing?" she asked him, her voice 100 percent pure sexy syrup. "I'm really afraid to ask Beth, but I suppose I should know, please inform me," he teased! "I'm in my bedroom, my Lord, and my fingers are beneath the very damp front panel, of my new, red lace panty's!" her voice deep and seductive. "And what exactly brought on this need to touch," he asked her, playing along. "I was remembering how sore I felt when you had finished using me yesterday lover!" she breathed. "Sounds as if you've made a rather dramatic recovery to me Beth," he said smiling. "Oh, it is much better my Lord ... all except the fever that is, I just can't seem to get it under control," she whimpered playfully. "You may need an injection my dear, I think you may have a well known love virus that will need repeated, periodic treatment!" he told her, with a chuckle. "My nipples are hot, throbbing and painful, is that another symptom of this virus my Lord?" she asked playfully. "Yes dear, I am afraid so, the symptoms will flare and then wane repeatedly until you receive treatment," he grinned. "This is so embarrassing, I couldn't possibly seek treatment from just anyone, I wonder, would you be willing to help me my Lord?" she whispered softly. "I feel it would be my responsibility to aid you in every possible way I can, Beth," he responded. "May I come over Clint, I really need to see you and I promise I won't intrude on your day for very long?" she asked him shyly. "My Lady, you would never be considered an intrusion ... on my time or circumstances," he replied, the game now apparently over. "I will be there inside ten minutes," she told him, excitement and joy both discernable in her soft voice. Clint informed Sophia that Beth would be arriving shortly for a visit in case she needed to ready herself, and then waited in the sitting room for his concubine to arrive. When the doorbell rang Clint stood up with a smile spreading across his handsome face, he quickly crossed to the door and opened it to his friend. He backed up to allow Beth room to enter and stood looking at her, and at that moment realized, that he had indeed missed Beth's presence since their last meeting. She was wearing a light breezy dress, which buttoned all the way down the front, and looked divinely irresistible. He stepped forward to kiss her, but was stopped by her statement. "Please don't touch me, not yet, please wait," her voice very soft with her request. Beth slowly began to undue the buttons at the front of her dress one at a time, her gentle eyes looking directly into his as she did so. When she had unfastened the very last restraint, she proceeded to disrobe with an elegance that was quickly becoming her trademark; she gracefully stepped out of her thin garment laying it on the floor, beside her shiny high heels. Clint's cock strained at the sight of her body, she wore an exceedingly skimpy pair of black lace panties and matching bra. Black thigh high stockings and high heels, around her ankle, a delicate gold chain with a heart shaped charm dangling from it, and she looked splendid. He caught the scent of her Opium perfume, as she inserted her index finger between her lips and sucked it. Her breasts were proud and high, and the black panties hugged the sharp rise of her prominent pubic bone jealously. Her lips were glossed a deep burnt red, that matched perfectly the rich color of her exquisite nails. Her clear, leaf colored eyes were vibrant, and lively, as they hungrily devoured the image of their lover. With the edge of her nail she trailed a path slowly down her belly circling her naval but once and then paused teasingly at the elastic band of her ornate panties. She had a slight smile on her lips as she watched him, gauging his every physical reaction. Clint watched, in reverent awe, as her finger began to slowly snake its way beneath the wispy fabric. When her finger began its slow, deliberate caress, of her sensitive pearl Clint's heart leapt in his chest and his eyes flared radiant with heat. He watched the steady bloom of her nipples to their full, hard, erect state, and the light flush of rose color that slowly spread across her smooth, satin cheeks. Beth gracefully moved to stand directly in front of him and removed the now wet fingers from under the fabric that had so discreetly covered them. Pausing at his mouth only a second, she then began to slide the now glistening, well-manicured nail between his lips. She slowly drove it in and then backed it out to its very tip. "Please don't touch me ... please, not yet!" she almost begged. She pumped the sweetly spiced finger into his warm mouth, several times before removing it. "Please close your eyes," she asked him softly. Beth quickly unfastened his shirt, and trousers, and then slid the shirt off his shoulders and steadied him at the elbow, as he stepped out of his pants. He immediately felt her sharp nails dance around the unprotected skin of his nipples, sending a gentle, rushing current of sensation racing across his bare skin. "Beth I," he was cut off by her immediate response. "Please Clint ... not yet!!" she softly pleaded. He felt the pleasant rake of her nails at his hips, as she lowered his boxers around his ankles and then removed them. The deep, soothing scent, of her perfume flared his nostrils, while he sensed the very tip of her deadly nails, as they skipped lightly across his sack. His cock went crazy and he swore when it did, he heard Beth giggle. A cold shiver ran down his spine as the sensation rose from his sack, ascending slowly up the underside of his spasmodic cock. His next sensation was that of her hot breath slowly inundating the underside of his organ, and then the wench again moved her evil nails along the backside of his knees, which nearly buckled under her insidious assault. "For Christ's sake Beth!!" he began, but again was cut of by her statement. "Please my Lord ... be patient with your humble concubine, please," she teased, but very pleased with the strained tone and ragged disposition of his voice as he pleaded. "I will sternly ravage you my lady, until you pitifully beg for grace," he growled. "I am yours to command my Lord," she replied smiling, and well pleased with her results, suppressing a chuckle at his fiery impatience. "Please my Lord, open your eyes and lay back on the floor," she said. He found her completely nude when he opened his eyes, and the sight only compounded the intensity of his need for her. He did as she requested and lay back on the floor, his eyes devouring every subtle curve of her perfect form. She had him in her clutches ... he knew, and he dearly loved every bit of miserable, bittersweet frustration, she was now producing in his temperament. She squatted above him; her labia close enough to his cock that Clint could feel the heat rolling off her body as it penetrated his sensitive skin. She reached down between her legs and began to gently massage her hooded pearl. Clint's cock was again lurching all over the place, as he lay there watching her fingers romance the full, swelling lips, of her enticing labium. Beth moved to her knees, adjusted her mound up to within a few inches from his face, and began the procedure again. Clint's eyes were still glued to the movements of her soft, talented hand, the clean smooth lips to her entrance were swollen and slick with moisture, and he could smell the pleasant, heady scent, of its near presence. "Do you like what you see my Lord?" she asked calmly. "If I liked it any more, my entire body would be petrified dear lady," he told her. Beth quickly spun about on Clint's body and lowered her seething folds to his mouth, halting her decent just above his lips. She then sucked the very head of his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue quickly around it, making Clint cringe with the acute pleasure he felt, as he roared out her name passionately, over and over again. "Oh bitch, you are too much!!" he howled. It had been some time since Beth had produced that kind of response in a man, her smile revealing, how truly flattered she was with it! Clint's tongue leapt from his mouth like a bolt of lightening striking the sensitive clit that hung freely between her gaping folds. Beth's body shuttered at the impact, as her mind was filled with the explosive thrill of his sudden hot touch. The two lovers devoured each other in a world that contained only the exotic sensations of their mouths and hands. They were both caught up in the non-stop electric current of pleasure coursing through their respective bodies. Sophia had been seated in the overstuffed leather chair watching the proceedings for some time now. The sheer front panels of her panties were now clinging tenaciously to the wet folds of her saturated crotch. When she saw Beth swing around again and lower herself over her son's cock she knew it was time to join the fun. Beth's cunt was on fire, as she lowered the swollen, damp organ, to the tip of her lover's rigid flesh. She closed her eyes at contact and carefully lowered her softness over his enormous dick. She reveled in the sensation of its slow penetration, and she could feel every ridge, and bump, on the surface of his magnificent cock. She was stretched to the point of pain and marveled at every pulsing inch of it inside of her. Sophia Ch. 02 "Oh God baby, there's nothing in the world equal to this," she cooed. After inserting and then withdrawing the mammoth muscle from her body several times she was at last fully seated at the base of his jutting tower. She paused to fully appreciate the unbelievable girth of her lover's tool, and enjoy the sensation of her passage as it tightened, and then went loose around it repeatedly. And then Beth began a small, tight, circular motion with her pussy around the object of her very intense affections. "Do you mind terribly if I join in?" Sophia asked her, softly. "Not at all Sophia," Beth replied, smiling up at her sexy neighbor. Sophia now wearing only her high-heels straddled her son's body and moved her mound to within easy reach of Beth's long whip like tongue. Beth placed her small hands at both sides of Sophia's curvaceous hips and drew her forward, as her agile tongue sought her companion's hard clit. Clint had a bird's eye view of the action above him and noted how it intensified the pleasure at his cock. He began a slow easy movement inside of Beth's smooth gentle passage as he watched the quick, wicked work, of Beth's able tongue above him. He was able to see Beth's tongue burrow itself deeply in between the ripe lips of Sophia's pussy, and observe its rapid in and out movement, as the little member all but raped Sophia's willing passage. Producing an array of tantalizing, and very sensual utterances, from the full, shapely lips, of his mother's very capable mouth. Beth shook, and cried out, as she was thrown into a hard minor orgasm that Clint felt convulse around his rapidly pumping cock. Sophia's legs were beginning to shake, as she began to forcefully thrust forward on her lovers lapping tongue. "Oh Beth, please don't stop now... eat me honey, lap that cunt and make it come sweetie" Sophia cried urged sweetly. Beth, as always, with perfect timing slowly inserted one very wet finger into the tight asshole of Sophia's backside, as she furiously lashed her pussy with her tongue. Sophia went off like a rocket, saturating the beautiful Beth's face with her thick voluminous fluids. "Oh fuck baby ... oh fuck, tongue me you bitch!" Sophia screamed, out of her head with the emotional displacement of her usual polite civility. It was all too much for poor Clint, the tongue, the fragrance, the language and screams, the wet clasping lips, of Sophia's pussy above him. He just lost it, and exploded in Beth's tight gripping cunt, with stream after powerful stream of hot white liquid. He inundated the beautiful green-eyed brunette's clasping cunt with his hot creamy fluids. Until at last, she too was lost in the throes of a wild ass orgasm that ripped her mind apart, and took her body at will. "Oh you beautiful bastard, I'm coming baby!!" Beth screamed at her Lord. She never heard him, and her cries never registered with him either. They were both too deeply immersed in the wave of pleasure that swept both of them, far away from the world of polite reality. They had both become wild rutting animals at the mating season, and there only drive was survival of the heard, through the ritual mechanism of pro-creation. When the tidal wave of passion receded, surrendering control again to their full consciousness. Beth whispered in his ear, "How did I ever survive without you in my life ... I'll be your bitch anytime you want me too Clint," she whispered, as her teeth teased his outer ear. It seemed to Clint, that the lusty brunette instinctively knew how to manipulate his ego at will, and make him feel good about himself! "Beth you only fuck like a bitch, you're a wonderful and sensitive woman and I adore everything about you!" "His words pleased her and she responded, "Thank you sir, you're too kind!" she said with a very wide smile. When they had caught their collective breath somewhat, they moved to the more comfortable surroundings of the living room. Clint staggered into the kitchen to hustle refreshments for them. They sat together later making plans for their upcoming outing, trying to decide on an activity acceptable to all of them. The tenacity of all hearts present, was fast forming a cohesive bond of friendship that would last a lifetime. Sophia Ch. 03 The next Monday, Sophia took a long shower. She'd tried to think about Tom as little as possible over the weekend, but it had been hard. She thought about his lips on hers as she got coffee from the dining hall in the morning, and she thought about his practice as she read up on anesthesiology for her exam on Tuesday. She thought about Miguel too, and wished she hadn't thought those things about his email. It made it difficult to email back with a light heart; she still hadn't managed to reply yet. She rode the train to work, paying minimal attention to the book open on her lap. I gotta snap out of it, she told herself as she walked forcefully towards the café. I don't have time for this! I can't handle it, she thought, almost desperately. She pushed into the café and swept through the back, pinning her badge on forcefully. Nina stopped her before she got to the counter. "Delivery for you," she said, grinning from ear to ear. "Hunh?" said Sophia, inelegantly. "What?" Nina pointed at a wrapped basket sitting on the counter. Sophia immediately realized who it must be from and grabbed it off the counter and shoved it in the back out of sight. "Aw, come on," whined Nina, "lemme see!" Sophia grimaced. "Fine, let's have a look." She knelt down and pulled off the wrapping. Inside was a strange amalgamation of different objects. There was a small bouquet of flowers on top, with a note attached to the stems. It read, "I had a wonderful time on Friday. By the way, would flowers work?" "What does he mean, would flowers work?" asked Nina. Sophia didn't answer and turned to the other objects. There was a bottle of wine with "What about wine?" written on the label. A small bottle of orange juice ("Or maybe you're the healthy type") and a thin volume of Neruda poems sat at the bottom of the basket. She opened the book of poetry eagerly. It was a collection, not of love poems, but of poems about children. Out fell an envelope on which was written, "In any case, I hope I will see you on Saturday, little tiger." She dropped the book on her lap and opened the envelope. Inside were two tickets to an outdoor music festival in Central Park Saturday afternoon. On the underside of the envelope flap, Tom had written, "Call me- (647) 535-6277." "Ooooh!" squeeled Nina behind her. Sophia suddenly wished she hadn't opened it all in front of Nina. Tom's courting had been a fun joke to share before, but all of a sudden it seemed sort of...private. "Wow, I'll take them if you don't want them," Nina giggled. Before she could catch herself, Sophia said, "He said you're not his type." She immediately regretted it as Nina's face fell a fraction. "Oh Nina, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that." "It's alright, dear, you're just feeling a little protective of your man," she said, bouncing back into a teasing tone. Sophia sighed. "He's not 'my man.' He just wishes he were," she said, smiling. "Which is flattering, I have to admit." She quickly gathered up all the pieces of the basket and pushed them under a table in the back. "So, are you going to call him?" asked Nina, tying her apron on. ***** Sophia waited until two days later to call Tom. She had thought a lot about why she felt guilty calling him and realized that she hadn't written back to Miguel yet. She had flopped down in her chair, determined to write back at least five times, but nothing had come of it. Finally, she told herself that she needed to call Tom soon, even just as a courtesy, but that she had to write to Miguel first. Dear Miguel, My finals have come to a close at last, and the sweet taste of summer is almost on my tongue. It seems impossible that it's only been nine months since I was last on the streets of Caracas. The weather here makes me think of racing each other down the alley behind La Casa in flopping sandals, when you would always let me win. Remember that time you bet a vendor for his last piece of fried banana, and gave your winnings to me? Never has a banana been so sweet. You were so nice to me, the little girl who wasn't more than a kid herself and not very helpful. But you always made me feel like I was useful to you. Speaking of which, is Lucia going to help out at the clinic this year? I know she wanted to. Think of it as a way to keep her away from prying teenage male eyes. Maybe she'll have a thing or two to teach me about picking up Venezuelan men. I may have found a doctor for us. Well, I haven't asked him yet, but he seems like he'd be good at it and that the experience would be really good for him. He's sort of the high-flying, well-paid type, but I think he's got a soft spot that would fit perfectly at our little clinic. I plan to ask him this weekend (I know, it's last minute, but I don't have any other options). Ten days, Sophia Sophia got up from her computer and dialed Tom's number into her phone. She really was going to ask him. Would he think she was crazy? Would he decide that she was too weird to take out anymore? Would that be so bad? "Hello?" His voice was brisk. "Hey, um, it's me, Sophia." His voice turned warm and he laughed a little. "I was wondering when you were going to call." "Well, yeah. Saturday sounds nice." She fidgeted a little with the hem of her shirt. "And how about dinner afterwards?" His voiced curled intimately through her ear, and she shifted uncomfortably. She considered a moment. "Alright. But only if I get to pick the place." "Hmm, I dunno about that. At least let me pay." "Deal. Should I meet you there? What time?" "Hey, hey, not so fast. I'm picking you up. 3pm. At the gate." And he hung up the phone. ***** That Saturday at three, Sophia was leaning against the gate. This time, she had dressed herself. She wore comfortable jeans with a soft pink camisole on top. The cars were passing too quickly for her to guess which one might be Tom's from her vague recollection. He hadn't come at all lately to the coffee shop, which she was kind of puzzled about. Even if he didn't really like chai lattes, wouldn't he normally come just to bother her? She'd gotten used to it... Then she saw his silver car come around the corner. He stopped neatly in front of her. As he jumped out of the car and opened her door (she let him; whatever makes him happy, she thought), he said, "So you showed." She frowned a little as she got into the car. Of course she did. Did he think she was that unreliable? "Not that I think you're unreliable. Just a little too sensible for your own good." He grinned over at her, and his crinkly eyes shook her. She looked away. That was a little freaky. The concert was packed, but they elbowed their way to a view of the stage. On several occasions, he grabbed her hand to pull her through the crowd. She quickly pulled away as soon as she was through, but he just grinned good-naturedly at her. That was a bit unnerving. It was as though he didn't even notice or mind the hints she was sending that he shouldn't get his hopes up. Even though the concert was loud, they were far enough away that they could hold a reasonable conversation. They talked about music and Sophia could feel herself beginning to relax and open up in little increments. As she came out of herself, she noticed that Tom was really... not cute, in the way she usually noticed boys. Handsome, maybe. He was wearing a navy button-down shirt, but his sleeves were rolled up, and his hair was looser and more messy than usual. It suits his eyes, she thought. Those aren't suit-and-tie eyes. When he leaned over to hear something she'd said, she noticed the easy grace of his movements as he put his hand on her shoulder. She didn't shrug him off, only noticed that his hands were big and steady. A doctor's hands. That's what was different in him from the boys she usually noticed. He was already a man, with responsibilities and capabilities. She noticed the pager on his belt and the easy way his slightly formal clothes fit. She suddenly felt very young and small, and she fidgeted with the rim of her jeans pocket. She was looking at the ground and thinking when she felt his fingers hook around her restless ones and pull her hand firmly into his. His palm was warm and dry, and the gesture quieted her immediately. She looked up at him. Suddenly, he bowed to her, sweeping his free hand before himself. "May I have this dance?" She laughed in spite of herself. Oh, what the hell. "You may," she said, and he gently tugged her to him and settled his other hand in the small of her back. The music was slightly Spanish and jazzy, and it was clear that he knew how to dance. His muscles just worked right. She got into the music and let herself just be there, at that moment, with grass in her sandals and the soft, afternoon light over Central Park. He spun her out and pulled her back in one movement, so that one of his arms was wrapped around her and her back was pressed against his chest. Her heart suddenly beat quite fast. She could feel the heat of his body beginning to pull her in, and she felt his cheek resting softly against her hair. Suddenly, it was too much, and his gentleness made it all too real. She pulled away and declared, "No more dancing." He was just flirting, right? She didn't want to go too far. "Alright, little tiger," he laughed. "Don't get your fur all rumpled." They listened to the rest of the music in silence. Every few minutes, she would see him steal a glance at her. Uh oh. She fell into thought. Maybe her plan wasn't so brilliant after all. The last thing she needed was for her summer to be messed up by some sort of misguided romance. Maybe it was ridiculous to even think of inviting him, after he'd made it clear he was interested in her. But a small, nasty part of her said, you didn't even think about inviting him until he had already made that clear. Ulterior motives? "So," he said, interrupting her thoughts, "where's this mystery dinner locale?" She grinned a little mischievously, "You'll just have to wait and see." Actually, she was a little nervous about her choice of restaurant. Maybe he'd be disdainful. Well, either way, she'd know by his reaction whether or not to ask him to come with her this summer. She led him out of the park after the concert, and as they stepped out onto the street, he took her hand in his. He wasn't going to let her pretend this wasn't a date. They followed the winding streets and chatted, and as she came in sight of the Mexican diner she'd chosen, she realized how comfortable this felt, but also how strange. Walking slowly, at a couple's pace, her fingers entwined in a man's. She tried to pull away as they got near the diner, but he just held her hand a little more firmly and asked, "So, this must be the place." She looked up to see his reaction, but he just looked happy. "Yeah, I love this place. I come here all the time." She emphasized the last sentence and tried to pull away again, but he just laughed, opened the door for her, and ushered her inside. She could feel her cheeks turning red as Francisco and Maria, the owners, greeted her and looked pointedly at her hand still captured in Tom's. The diner was painfully small, with only 3 tables, but there were lots of customers, mostly standing and waiting for their food. Sophia knew many people and chatted with them in Spanish. Suddenly a teasing voice came across the counter. "Hey, chica, who's the man?" Sophia spun around, now thoroughly beet red. She hadn't thought about this when she planned to bring Tom here. "This, um, he's... Tom," she finished uncomfortably, and plopped into an empty booth. She sat, letting her face cool, as Tom leaned over the counter to shake hands with Maria. This was a really bad idea. "Two of whatever your special is today," she mumbled grumpily to Maria, who was leaning on the counter and looking appraisingly at Tom. "You can go sit down, honey. I'll bring your food," Maria said to Tom with a smile. Maria owned the restaurant with her husband and was always there, day and night. Sophia knew from experience; many days she'd come in to talk for hours after they had closed. Tom came over and sat down. "What are you embarrassed about?" he asked. "This was your choice of restaurant, remember?" He grinned at her mischievously. "Yes, but...but why do you have to be so, so..." She stuttered. "Obvious, I guess," she ended, lamely. He chuckled and he picked her hand up off the table and kissed it. He looked straight at her. "Several reasons. One, I like you. Why should I hide it? Two, it makes you so deliciously uncomfortable, and you're sexy when you squirm. And three, I think you like me too; you just need some encouragement." Sophia was speechless. How could he be so... direct? She'd been raised to be discreet with her emotions, especially when it came to people of the opposite sex. He watched her, knowing that was slightly over the line. She took a deep breath and said: "I'm gonna go get our food," and hopped up from her seat. He watched her hurry away, amused. Sophia tried to calm her flushed cheeks at the counter as she took their food from Maria. When she got back to the table, Tom was back on his best manners, obviously trying not to give her reason to run away again. They chatted about various things, and the conversation turned to Sophia's summer. She steeled herself and grabbed the opportunity. "Actually," she said, responding to his question about the staff of the clinic, "we're short a general surgeon this summer. Miguel has been frantically trying to find someone to no avail. How much do you know about pediatric surgery?" She stared at her hands, shocked at her own daring. "Quite a bit. Are you asking me to come with you this summer?" His voice was soft and direct. She looked up. "No," she said, sternly. "I'm asking you to come to the clinic this summer. You would be our savior." She stressed the "our." She watched his expression as he took in her request. His eyes slowly changed from surprise to a slight smile. She jumped in quickly, "but I have to say this right off the bat. If you do come, you have to promise to stop, you know, uh... pursuing me." She turned bright red again but didn't look down. "Pursuing you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "Oh, you know what I mean!" she gasped, flustered. He laughed. "Let me think about it. When would we leave?" "In 9 days." "Wow." "Yeah." She realized this was a little too much to ask. Tom carefully steered the conversation away as he thought about her request. He was shocked, but definitely pleased. It would be fun, doing something other than the same old lab work this summer. But if she thought he was going to stop pursuing her, she had another thought coming. Along that vein, it would be the perfect opportunity. But commitment warning bells began to sound in his head. In leaping at this chance, was he essentially saying he wanted a real relationship with her? That he was willing to spend his whole summer, maybe more, with her? He wasn't that kind of guy. Was he? He walked back to his car with her, keeping up his inside monologue while chatting with Sophia. She was different. Part of it was her innocent excitement about life, and part of it was her genuine intelligence. That was it, she was genuine. Did he really want to get involved with someone with that sort of character? It should have sounded off-putting, but instead he immediately thought, yes. I do. He made two quick decisions, and took a left instead of a right. Sophia, still dazed at her own forwardness, and glad he wasn't talking about it, didn't notice that they weren't driving towards Columbia until they turned onto residential streets. "Where are we?" she asked, looking over at him a little apprehensively. Tom stopped in front of a very nice condominium building. "Come up to my apartment." "What?" Sophia looked at him in shock. "Please? I want to show you around. I promise I won't try anything funny." He grinned at her, and she melted at his now familiar crinkles. As long as he kept things light, she could feel like she wasn't actually getting involved. "Just for a few minutes," she acquiesced. He hopped out to let her out of the car and tried not to grin too broadly. Now that he'd decided, life seemed really good. He led the way into the building and up the elevator to his apartment, which was on the top floor. As he ushered her into his apartment, she let out an involuntary, "Wow." He had floor to ceiling windows in the living room, which connected to the kitchen. During the day, the light streamed in and kept the place cheerful, and at night, he had a great view of the skyline. He realized, as he watched her expressions, that he was anxious for her approval. He never brought women to his apartment, and now here he was, watching this slight and quiet girl, waiting for her opinion. Sophia stood in shock. She knew Tom was well off, and his apartment showed it, but it wasn't that. It was very tastefully done, and unexpectedly artsy. He had a long white couch with colorful patchwork throws. The furniture was modern, but not cold. He interrupted her thoughts with a gentle touch to her elbow. "Would you like the grand tour?" He smiled down at her. "I would be honored," she grinned and held out her arm. He took it and steered her to the kitchen. "The kitchen. Regularly used. I like to cook." He twinkled at her as he steered her out into the living room again. "The living room." "Great windows," she commented, playing along. Then he took her to the bedroom. She refused to go in, just peeked through the doorway. The bed was near another tall window, and she could see a door that led to the bathroom. It looked comfy but too intimate for her. He teased her for not wanting to go in, but she withdrew. He then walked her across to a closed door. He grabbed the handle, hesitated, and then said, "Brace yourself. This is not a sight for the weak of heart." He flung the door open dramatically, to reveal a small room with floor to ceiling bookcases on every wall, filled to the brim, and tottering stacks of paper on the desk, the floor, and the small couch. Sophia laughed delightedly. "It looks exactly like my dream office!" She brushed along him to get inside and he felt a jolt in his stomach as he felt her soft form against his chest. She relaxed immediately when she went inside. His apartment was like him: polished and suave on the outside, and terribly earnest and human behind the door. Tom followed her in as she began to walk around the room, reading the titles on his shelves. His eyes followed her ponytail as she faced the bookcases, sometimes inching up on tiptoe to see the top shelves. He imagined her working in his office, delicate eyebrows furrowed as she chewed on a pen cap. He took a deep breath, stepped up to her, and put his hands on her shoulders. Sophia whirled around immediately, caught off guard. Suddenly he was too close again. She quickly began to babble, "Built-in bookshelves are proof that civilization will continue. When I finally have my own apart..." But he cut her off. "Sophia, I've decided." She took a wary step back and he took a step forward. "Decided about what?" "I would love to go to Venezuela with you." Her eyes lit up and she involuntarily sprang forward. Suddenly, she was on full-glow and her soft face was bright with excitement. "Really? That's wonderful! I have to email Miguel tonight and tell him! Are you sure? I..." He cut her off again. "With you," he repeated, as he put a hand at her waist. "As for promising to not...what was the endearing term you used? Ah yes, 'pursue.' As for promising to not pursue you, forget it." He cupped her cheek with his other hand and gently drew her up against him, his arm circling her waist. "I'd love to help your clinic out, but you must know the real reason I'm going," he said softly against her ear, his breath brushing warmly on her neck.