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Sabrina's Education Ch. 01

By: LillyRoses



1. Chapter One: The Group Home

I looked up at the big gray mansion and bit my lip. I knew that I was 18 and lucky to be out of the group home at my age, since I was no longer cute or young enough to be considered adoptable to most people. I looked at the mansion. It was big, modern, and elegant but still had something creepy to it. 

"You are very lucky to be placed with Mr. Smith," the prim and proper child worker told me. 

She wore a suit. Not many workers in my group home were quite that formal. I hated the group home I was sent to when my parents died. It was ugly, poor, and run-down looking. The girls in it looked just the same way. They wore grey and black worn- out sweatshirts and faded worn- out black jeans for the most part expect for the things they were able to snatch out of local stores until the owners got wise to the fact that they came from the group home. We were really stigmatized.

My parents never thought about their possible death and never chose a guardian or godparents for me. My parents both died in a car accident when I was 15. Both sets of my grandparents were gone and believe it or not both my mom and dad were only children. They used to always joke about how they wanted a big family. Until my mom found out she was having trouble conceiving. I guess they spoiled me rotten because I was their only child. I lived a sheltered indulged life with lots of friends to make up for siblings, and lots of different hobbies and classes. There was ballet, painting, photography, creative writing, and horseback riding. My parents both had a lot of money, until their business partners stole it away after their death. I can still remember our family lawyer's pale face as he said the word: embezzlement. It was our trusted family accountant. He was sent to prison for 15 years but we never did get the money back. 

That's how I ended up in Ms. Chasm's Home for Girls. Well, really it was a juvenile delinquent home full of lots of delinquent girls. I got through the hassles of the first year doing their homework for them. They caught on real quick that I actually knew how to read and write very well. After that, I never got beat up or harassed by anyone. The group home school was a breeze after the challenges of the private school I attended. I made friends with one particularly rough girl, Jenna. 

She said to me, "I used to think you were snooty and all that. But now that you are helping me, I'm gonna help you. Stay away from Mr. Jeffers. He is one sick dude." 

I whispered back, "How?" 

Mr. Jeffers always looked pretty good to me. He was attractive, wore jeans on his muscular slim frame and always had a friendly smile. He was artsy. That I liked. But Jenna told me he beat the boys and girls mercilessly and the home looked the other way because it kept the girls and boys in line and gave the staff less hassles. Jenna told me she thought he got off on it—you know, sexually. She told me he used to do it to her, until she and a group of her girlfriends visited him in the middle of the night and she held a knife to his throat and said to not "mess with them anymore." After that the girls stayed out of trouble and he stayed far from the girls. 

Jenna was my personal protectress. She was really beautiful, for a rough girl, raised on the streets. She had long black hair that wound itself into perfect ringlets and white ivory smooth blemishless skin, red full lips and a perfect nose. Her face looked like one of those porcelain dolls I used to collect. Her body was curvy. We got used to nudity among the girls very quickly in the group home. There were community showers and dressing rooms, community dorm beds where we undressed. There was never any privacy. Because of my ballet classes, I was used to getting naked in front of girls and comparing bodies. Jenna had the most beautiful body I had ever seen. She had long legs at 5 foot 9 inches tall and a sizeable bust. Her breasts were perfectly round—like fake ones I had caught a glimpse of on computer websites, with perfect red tiny nipples. They were high and beautiful and cupped up like round wine glasses despite their size. When she lied down they stayed perfectly straight unlike other girls. She had a beautiful curve to her back that led to a small swell of hips and a high perfect bottom. It was round but not big. Her skin tone was tight and smooth and it always had this beautiful glow. She could have been a model. No wonder Mr. Jeffers liked her so much, I thought. 

Once I asked if I could feel her breasts. They were so perfect. 

She laughed and said, "Go ahead, I bet you think they are fake right? Where would I get the money for that?" She was right of course. They were soft and her red nipple was perfect. It got hard when I cupped her breasts and she blushed. 

"O.k., that's enough. You wanna turn me on now?" and giggled. She said, "I know you don't swing that way. I see you reading all those novels about sexing up guys." She was right. My nose was always stuck in a book about love although I knew very little on the subject. I never told her about my level of inexperience. The girls always assumed since I was from a good rich background that I had done plenty. 

"Those rich girls do a lot," they would grin looking at me. Then they would ask all these questions that would make me blush like, "Hey Sabrina you ever done it with a vibrator?" 

"Leave her alone. She's alright," Jenna would say. 

One day Jenna was with me alone in the dorm. This was very unusual for our group home. It was a rare quiet moment. The girls had all gone out on a day pass and we had both decided to stay back and rest. I really had no one to visit in the world outside the home and neither did she. My money was limited as I kept spending it on books, so I really had no funds to play around with and neither did Jenna. She had just made a sizeable purchase on an iPod to listen to her music. Jose, her bum of a boyfriend was always broke and she was pissed at him. 

Jenna looked at me as I rested on my bed reading another romance novel. She was standing in front of me her long legs slightly apart and her arms were brushing her beautiful hair. I could spot her navel ring on her flat pretty stomach as her top rose up a bit. I was wearing black Levis that I had saved up and purchased and a white plain t shirt. I felt pretty good since they were both brand new not shabby, old and worn like my other clothes. 

"You look nice in that Sabrina," Jenna smiled. She was being unusually nice. 

"Oh, my jeans? Yeah, I used to wear these all the time when my folks..." and then I started to tear up. I don't know why but memories of my parents came flooding back. Jenna couldn't help noticing the tear and my trembling lip even while I was trying to smile. 

"I...I'm sorry," I stammered brushing back the tear. 

Jenna leaned down and put a hand to my cheek. "It's o.k. I know how it feels to be alone." 

Her hand felt nice and warm. She was wearing a low cut olive shirt with blue jeans. Her long lean slim legs and curvy body looked great as always. Her ringlets were framing her face. She usually wore her hair up but today she decided to wear it loose curling around her wide shoulders. She had just come out of the shower and smelled great. 

"You and those books," she whispered taking my hand and looking at the book title. 

"Just how much do you know about sex kid?" She would call me kid even though we were the same age. I would always correct her and point that out. She pursued the topic, "not much huh? It's o.k. I won't tell anyone. You ever fooled around?"

I shook my head no. She smiled gently, glad that I was being so open. 

"You are so pretty Sabrina. You shouldn't waste it," she said cupping my face. I blushed deep red. "You ever jerked yourself off?" she asked her pretty blue eyes probing. I shook my head again...blushing deeper. "Oh man, girl. You don't know what you are missing," she said giggling. . 

"How do you jerk off? I don't know how," I blushed at my questions. My mother and I had never really had a proper sex talk. I lied and told her I knew about it from school. But masturbation? Never. 

Jenna was assessing herself in the mirror. Her body was stretched to the side. She was on her tiptoes. Her perfect breasts were pert and full in her top and her ass looked high and raised in her tight jeans as she continued to pull a brush through her shiny brown curls.

"Well," Jenna turned to look at me a wicked grin on her sweet face. I could tell she was enjoying this journey into corrupting "the little virgin." But I trusted her. I knew she wouldn't tell anyone. She also knew I would never let the other group home boys or street boys get anywhere with me. 

"Well you can use your hand see," she raised her beautiful hand up to me. She had long pretty fingers with nice clear nails. I nodded shyly. And then she placed her hands near the top of her jeans. "And you work your finger down there...and touch yourself deep." I blushed again. 

"Oh Jesus, Sabrina, you don't know nothing," and she giggled. When she laughed she looked even more beautiful, the harsh lines to her face dissolved and her ringlets bounced like a young girl. "Look." She lied back on her bed with her long legs slightly apart. 

I had no idea what she had in store. But I was very curious to see what came next. My breathing was getting a little excited. I felt like I was back in the showers at ballet school gossiping about bra sizes with the other girls. I looked at Jenna afraid to say anything. She started to unbutton her jeans and then unzipped the front. She looked up at me. Her big blue eyes with absurdly long lashes were focusing on me. 

Jenna asked, "You trust me right?" 

I nodded. I really did. She was like a sister and friend to me for three years. She showed me the ropes to the home, why not to sex? I thought. I had just turned 18 and decided that I was getting tired of reading everything. It was time to live some of it. 

I was getting excited despite myself. I felt my nipples harden through my white t shirt and chalked it up to the idea that I was going to learn how to do something kinda sexy and naughty for the first time. 

"Sit here..." Jenna patted the bed sighing impatiently. I sat on the end of the bed watching. She closed her eyes and her beautiful full lashes were grazing her pink cheeks. I gulped nervously trying to act cool and objective...like watching a science exhibit. She shimmied out of her jeans and was wearing a pair of really pretty lacey pink cotton panties. The fabric looked beautiful against her flat pale stomach. 

"You have pretty panties on," I said innocently. 

Jenna giggled and opened her big blue eyes held my gaze intently, and said, "Shhhhh, I have to focus." 

I nodded silent. She then placed her hand on her stomach and then her fingers began to travel under her shirt. She got up and took her shirt off and I saw a matching pink lace bra. It was also very pretty against her skin. Her breasts formed two perfect globes inside peeking up over the fabric. I wanted to touch her breasts and her beautiful glowing skin but I dared not to. 

"O.k. You gotta sort of touch all over and think sexy thoughts to get yourself horny," she said. 

I looked at her wondering what she was thinking about. It was probably Jose, her dumb boyfriend that she was so painfully loyal to. Her hands went up to her beautiful breasts and she unhooked her bra freeing them. They jumped out bouncing firm and I saw that her nipples were hard as two pebbles and pointy. She used her thumb and index finger and started to roll her nipples squeezing her breasts. I looked at her face. I could see that she was getting flushed. Then I looked down at the mound at the top of her two beautiful long legs shyly. Her eyes were closed so I caught a peek. Her mound was shaved. I could tell under the pink fabric. The cotton fabric had started to mold itself to her two lips tracing a faint outline. I blushed and looked back at her breasts. Her hands were moving down anyways. I saw them make circles over her flat stomach and then stop at the waist band of her panties. I was starting to get a little flushed but again I tried to maintain my composure. The girls in the home talked about jerking off all the time but I never got a glimpse of it. This was my first time. They usually did it under the cover at night and I would hear their moans in the dark but I never got to see anything. I usually pretended I was asleep. I heard a moan escape and looked down at Jenna and the sound and smell of her sex made me feel a little uncomfortable. I knew I was getting turned on. Her hands worked their way under her panties and she started to work her pussy. I could see the faint outline through the cloth but I had no idea what she was doing. 

Suddenly she opened her eyes, stopped what she was doing and got up. "Uhmm..You don't know unless you see it. I forgot. Do you know where to touch?" 

I shook my head blushing. She thought a bit and looked a little impatient. She leaned down, winked at me, and took off her panties. I had seen her naked like a thousand times before. But now I noticed the pretty curve of her ass even more as she pulled them off her feet. I could also see the fleshy pink part of her sex peeking through her tight ass as she bent. It was the most erotic thing I ever saw. She lay back down on the bed her legs spread a bit. 

"You can look at it," she said smiling up at me sweetly and patiently while rubbing her pussy. 

I sighed in relief because I was really feeling like I shouldn't. So I looked hard at the swollen pink lips focusing on what she was about to do. She started to work her hands back down. 

"See how swollen my lips are?" She asked. 

I nodded and looked at her. She was pointing at her mound and worked her fingers between the crevices. 

"These are the lips of my pussy see?" she said. She slipped a finger in between her glistening swollen lips. They were pretty, pink lips not brown like some other girls and stood out from her pale white skin. 

"Oh, I can feel I'm turned on. But then again, I'm always horny, "she giggled. "Now slide your finger in between the lips like this," she started to slide a delicate finger in between the pink lips. She was sliding her finger up and down and getting excited. I could tell because her breathing was becoming harder and her chest was rising and falling. 

"Now, this is your clit," she said. 

I nodded looking transfixed as she spread her lips wide apart and pointed to a little nub at the top of her mound. 

"When you play with it you get really excited and it gets hard like this," she moaned a little arching up. I heard it and blushed looking and nodding. 

Suddenly she jumped up kneeling on the bed near me. "Take your pants off," she instructed, "that way it's easier to show you too." 

I saw her beautiful firm tits near my chest naked and flushed and I nodded. She was breathing heavy with excitement. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans in a flurry, rushing before she changed her mind. I could feel my pussy pulsing and knew this meant I was getting kind of excited and flushed embarrassed. I felt a little naughty. 

"It's o.k. Don't feel bad all girls jerk off. Or else you walk around frustrated all day," she laughed catching my expression. 

I was more comfortable having her show me the ropes than the other group home boys in the building next to ours who I heard could be clumsy and rough. I lay next to her in my panties and bra as she looked down on me. She took her fingers and undid my bra. My breasts popped out free. I could feel my nipples were hard. 

"There, better and take off your panties," she instructed. Before I could think her fingers were on my waistband helping me take them off. I blushed. 

"Don't worry," she was giggling, "this is gonna feel good. I promise," she smiled. I nodded excited letting her pull my panties down. She gently slid them off. 

"Good that you shave your pussy it's easier that way," she said as she tapped my mound. I nodded. 

"Now, lie down," she instructed, leaning over me and watching as I lay down on the bed 

"Spread your legs like mine," she ordered and she leaned back on her arms spreading her legs slightly. I copied her movements next to her. She looked over at me with her ringlets and big blue eyes and instructed, 

I could hear her say, "Good, lay back and relax." 

I tried my best to relax but I was holding my breath and the most I could do was lay back as instructed. I looked over at Jenna who was laying on her side looking at me. 

"Put your fingers here," and she started to finger her pussy again her index finger sliding between the two swollen lips. 

I tried my best to do the same, looking down at my pussy, but I was a bit confused. 

"Oh God, Sabrina," she sighed giggling, "like this." 

She took her fingers and started to stroke my pussy. It felt incredible. I only know I did not want her to stop. 

"Feel good?" She asked. 

"Oh God, yes," I thought, "like nothing I ever felt," but I nodded and a sigh escaped. 

"Ahhh, there you go. Now you are relaxing," Jenna said. 

I had a feeling this was not the first time she was with a girl doing this. She really knew what she was doing. As she glided her fingers up and down I could feel myself getting moist. 

"Oh yeah, you are getting wet now," Jenna said. Her other hand moved to my breast and gently kneaded my nipple. 

"See? Do this while you are touching yourself," she whispered. A small moan escaped my lips and she giggled. 

"Hmmm, that's it, "she said approvingly. She stroked my breasts softly admiring them for a bit and then a hand went down to my pussy again. 

"Now, this is your clit," she touched the small nub at the top of my mound and I jerked a little. 

"Relax," she said. Her fingertip started to flick over my clit back and forth in a small gentle motion while her other finger was working itself back and forth between the lips of my pussy. 

"Ohhhhh," I said. She moved closer and slowly slid a finger deep inside of me. My pussy was tightening around it. 

"Jeez, Sabrina, relax...your pussy is so tight girl...," she laughed and bent near me and kissed my cheek. "Ok see you play with your clit and your pussy like this," she whispered huskily as she continued to work at me.

"You are so tight. You virgin," she teased seductively. My back started to arch up and she rubbed my stomach and breasts with her free hand. Her other hand was focused on my pussy. She was working her finger sliding it in and out gently while relentlessly teasing my clit. 

"Now you do it," she ordered and withdrew her finger. 

I gasped not wanting her to stop but followed her instructions. I looked down at my wet glistening pussy. She placed a hand over my hand and guided me. 

"Your finger here," and placed my thumb over my now sensitive swollen clit, "and your other finger inside." I gasped and moved a finger inside of my wet throbbing pussy. It felt good and I watched her as she started rubbing her breasts moaning. I could see that she wanted to join me. She slid a finger into her pussy. I saw her body getting flushed and moving near me. I could breathe in the scent of our sexes as we were both getting aroused together. 

"Don't worry I didn't forget out about you," she said giggling. "I just need this for a bit. Watch me," she instructed. Her breathing was getting heavier. 

She grabbed my hand, and pulled it near her pussy. I couldn't resist. I put a finger into the pink flesh and found it wet. She moaned loudly and I knew she was very aroused. She withdrew her hand and put mine over her wet mound. I started to glide my finger in deep. She leaned back and arched her back. Her pink wet pussy opened up and I saw her lips reveal her flower inside. I started to play with the bulb at the top and heard her gasp. My hand went up to her beautiful breasts teasing them. I couldn't resist and on impulse took a nipple into my mouth bending over. She moaned louder. I sucked hard on the beautiful pink pebble rolling it with my tongue sucking some more and then working my way to the other one. They were soft against my cheek. Her hand started to stroke my hair. I knew she liked it and didn't want me to stop sucking. Her pussy was so wet and her lips so full that my fingers were getting soaked with her juices. But I kept going sliding my finger in and out looking at her mound while I sucked on her nipples. I could hear her moaning and sighing and holding her breath. She was raising her ass of the bed with each stroke of my fingers rising up to meet me and I knew that she was lost in need. I took two fingers and courageously slid them into the hole of her pussy. She shrieked in delight and giggled moaning and twisting. I continued relentlessly enjoying her breasts some more watching her skin get flushed. Then I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers. 


Sabrina's Education Ch. 01



"Oh Brina," she moaned loudly using my nickname, I'm gonna cum," she sighed. I felt her pussy get really, really tight and then convulse hard. I felt a gush of juice on my fingers and her whole body started to tremble as she panted for air and sighed. 

"Oh my god, that was good," she smiled and looked over at me her face was glowing, her eyes were bright, and her cheeks were flushed pink. 

"Now you," she smiled. 

I was so focused on Jenna that I didn't realize how wet I was but when she put her hand down near my mound and started to slip her finger up and down I knew. She was pleased at my excitement and went down on my breasts leaning over me. I saw her little pink tongue start to lap at the nipple of my right breast expertly and I gasped moaning. She then thrust her finger deep inside of me and started to twirl it around in circles slowly and then faster. I felt a moisture building between my thighs as my juices started to flow. 

"That's it Brina," Jenna coached. She flicked my clit with her thumb and then glided her finger out of my pussy and circled my clit with her other finger. I moaned as the nub hardened. She glided her finger back inside of me slowly and then quickened her pace. Her hand continued. Her fingers sliding slowly inside of me again and then out of me slow and then faster. 

I arched my body up and then she put an entire breast in her mouth sucking hard on my nipple. 

"OOOOhhh God," I moaned loud. 

I felt this tremendous building of pressure deep inside of me. My body bucked my knees were trembling. Jenna moved my legs apart and continued her teasing of my pussy. Fingering me and playing with my clit. I felt my whole body tense as I held my breath feeling my juices gushing and then I shuddered hard against her palm. My body started to tremble and I let out a deep sigh. 

"That's it Brina, you came," she smiled looking down at me seeing my body trembling and shaking and she held me tight. 

I hugged her back. My thighs were moist with juices. Her hand still cupped my mound massaging it softly. 

"Didn't that feel good?" she asked. I nodded speechless and smiled. She giggled. "Wait til you feel a mouth down there," she added winking. "It's incredible," she said sighing and stretching her fabulous body on the bed next to me. 

"Oh." I thought, "Oral sex." I knew girls did it to each other in the group home but never asked. I kinda learned to keep my mouth shut even when I heard the giggles and moans in the shower and under the covers of other beds late at night. 

"Does it really feel as good as they say?" I asked Jenna. "Better," Jenna smiled looking at me and stroking my cheek. She wiggled against me on the bed gigging. "You curious?" She asked her perfectly round eyebrow raised. I blushed. 

"Well, I have wondered what it feels like," and shrugged. She giggled and stroked my hair. "Oh poor Sabrina, you missed out on a lot," and then she laughed her blue eyes twinkling. "With this body," she pulled my body away and her eyes raked me up and down and I flushed at her glance. She kissed my neck. 

"When you find the right person it will be great trust me," she whispered against my neck comfortingly. Her hands stroked my arms as she snuggled up against me. 

I put my head on her shoulder and sighed. "Jenna," I said, "I think I want you to show me." 

She looked at me shocked, "Are you sure Brina?" 

I nodded smiling shyly, "I mean, I like guys but, I know you will be gentle."

She looked at me her blue eyes twinkling and giggled, 

"And good." She pushed me down on the bed smiling. I looked up into her blue eyes and we both giggled. She gently pushed my legs apart and worked her way in between them. I could see her kneeling as she placed her hands on my knees her head bent down staring at my sex hungrily. "You ok?" she asked looking up at me. I nodded. She stroked my long thighs with her hands and lowered her head letting her hands linger near my mound. My pussy twitched with sudden need. I moaned a little and leaned back and relaxed. Her head moved down and she began to kiss me up and down my legs. Her tongue started to trail along my left thigh savoring the taste of my smooth skin. And then she did the same to my right leg slowly building kisses and then her tongue trailing up just stopping south of my mound. I groaned and arched my back. My pussy was rising up towards her with my tight tiny round ass off the bed. She shimmied closer her breasts brushing my mound and then lowered herself in between my legs and pulled my lips apart with her fingers. I gasped feeling so open and exposed. She giggled. Her tongue was lapping gently at my outer lips and then my inner labia. I started to moan. I could feel the wetness of her mouth blending with my juices as she trailed her tongue up and down my lips and then worked itself in deeper. She caught my clit and started to circle it with her tongue. I was trembling. I raised my body and looked down and could see the beautiful curve of her back and perfect tight ass, the pretty curls trailing down. I could feel my pussy gushing as she slowly sucked the juices into her mouth. I leaned back down on the bed. "Oh god," I moaned as I felt her sucking. I looked down and could see her smiling as she began working a finger over my clit and then glided it inside of me. Her mouth then bent and covered my clit attacking, sucking, gently nibbling, as her finger glided in and out slowly. 

I was building. I could feel my body tensing, waves of desire, spilling with each move. Then she suddenly moved her finger out and her tongue slid deep inside of me probing and swirling. I put my hand on her head moaning and trembling. My body was shaking. I could feel my pussy swelling and gushing. She sucked at my juices on my lips some more and then her tongue went in again probing deeper. I could not hold back any longer. I gasped and let out a deep, loud moan, and shuddered hard against her mouth. Waves of contractions overtook my body as I trembled. She stoked my pussy, kissing it, and looked at me as she sucked her fingers of my juices. Got up and hugged me tight. 

"Good?" she asked. "Oh my god, Jenna my legs are still shaking! " I sighed and she giggled hugging me harder.

I was raised pretty innocently in my youth with my parents. I went to private schools and my girlfriends and I would go out on "group dates" where we might have kissed a boy but nothing much else. I was way too shy to go further. Boys told me I was beautiful all the time. I never believed them. Now, in the shabby home, it was really hard to believe I ever looked good. Looking back on my pictures from my home with my parents, I saw my true self. At 5 foot seven I inherited my mother's slim figure. I had long naturally blonde hair, and a California girl type natural beauty. I never wore makeup. My mother never did and she looked good all the time. Sometimes I would rub some colored lip gloss into my lips and cheeks and get a rosier complexion. But I really didn't need it. I was busty like Jenna. I developed fast. But rather than curves, I had really slim hips and a tight small, round ass. I would wear Levis all the time. That was my wardrobe through school- Levis and white t shirts. It suited me. I had that natural look that could sell soda on television, but I always secretly envied the more exotic types who went to my school and dressed up in hippie gear. They made me feel boyish. I had no patience for fashion or makeup. The girls would drag me along to fancy stores oohing and ahhing over this and that chatting about what celebrity wore what and I would just stand there dazed and confused. They would push me into buying expensive clothes that I would never wear. My mother gave me an unlimited credit card. She totally trusted me. I would just go to a computer technical store and buy the latest gadget for school, my art projects, or studying. My head was always buried in a book. I loved fantasy. I dreamed a lot about how it would be like when I grew older and had handsome men chasing me. I had no patience for boys my own age.

I blinked at my thoughts and looked at the large mansion a little nervous. It was much larger than anything I had ever seen growing up. I was shocked when the group home administrator, Mr. Capota, called me into his office beaming. 

"He picked you Sabrina. He picked you out of all of them!" He exclaimed and clapped his chubby hands shaking his head. He had a large family of boys and was like a dad to all of us girls. 

I looked at him puzzled. I was thinking, "Who picked me? For what?" I had a dumb smile on my face. 

"Mr. Smith child! Mr. Smith! He is the richest man out there! He's richer than dirt!"

My eyes went wide. Mr. Smith? I was struggling to figure out who exactly that was and why he would want to pick me. Mr. Capota looked impatient. 

"Oh Jesus child, hmmmph," he muttered exasperated. "He came last month to the group home to see what he could do about unclaimed teenagers for his charity. He said that he was totally captivated by your skills—your writing, art, and photography on the bulletin boards and walls."

"Oh?" I was stretching my brain to the previous month. There was talk of someone coming but we were all instructed to carry on as usual. With so many adults coming in and out of the home for visits and scheduled meetings, I really didn't notice Mr. Smith.

Mr. Capota sighed, "Just like an 18 year old, he said. Ok, then we have to have you pack up all your stuff, sign some paperwork, and away you go. He rules. What Mr. Smith says goes in this town. He will technically be your guardian until you are 21 and legal and then you are no longer a ward of the state." 

Mr. Capota got very serious suddenly and added, "You realize honey, that you can leave at any time and come back here and we will try to get you on your feet?" I nodded speechless. I knew that I would not be completely emancipated until I was 21 years old. "What could I possibly be skilled to do on my own at 18? How would I pay my rent?" I bit my lip worried. Jenna and I often talked about living together when we got old enough. I wanted to go to art school but wondered how I would pay for it. Jenna and I had no clue what jobs to take or who would hire us. We were even more clueless about apartments.

I raised my eyebrows. I was leaving? I was finally getting out? After three years stuck in the home I couldn't believe it. My mind was racing suddenly. It couldn't possibly be worse than this and this Mr. Smith was rich and probably well educated. Maybe he needed an intern or personal assistant to live in his place. I could go to art school.

I smiled a bit but knew I would miss the friends (however limited) that I made in the home-especially Jenna. Maybe I could convince him eventually to bring Jenna with me. My mind continued to swirl over thought of the future...



Sabrina's Education Ch. 02



Chapter Two: The Mansion

"Hello Ms. Pendergrast," Mr. Smith smiled politely at the prim child care worker after he walked out to greet us. 

"Hello Sabrina," Mr. Smith stretched out a beautifully manicured hand and I shook it shyly.

"I hope you like our little home here," Mr. Smith added warmly. 

Little home? I would hardly call it little and almost laughed at the man in front of me. We were standing in the large porch of his grey huge mansion. The lawn was perfectly manicured, huge and stretching out endlessly on both sides of us. The fragrant smell of rose bushes was wafting in the air around us. "I want to give you a tour of the mansion today and get you some food into you. I'm sure you are hungry and tired," Mr. Smith said eyeing me up and down with a look of sympathy and concern. 

I was a little uncomfortable by the attention. I wasn't that hungry actually as the group home gave us a huge hot lunch every day, usually greasy and not that healthy but large. I was stuffed and not used to eating much. I had inherited my mother's hyperactive metabolism. I must have looked like a rumpled mess to him. I struggled to straighten out my cotton hooded sweatshirt awkwardly...noticing for the first time how it hung off my slender frame. I just wanted to be settled and my curiosity and fear were killing me. I had hardly slept the night before I was so anxious. 

I hoped that I made the right decision in leaving the group home. Although I had just turned 18 and was allowed to leave the home...I really had no place to go and no job prospects. The workers there were willing to let me stay on and help me get some continued education or job training, but when a millionaire like Mr. Smith offers to take an emancipated orphan into his home as his ward you really don't turn down a chance like that. At least that is what all the group home workers convinced me was the best thing to do. I could always return if I didn't like the situation. They reassured me of that over and over again.

I looked at Mr. Smith's beautiful suit and suddenly felt very shabby and cheap in my sweatshirt and black jeans. I had so little interaction with the "real world" outside the group home. I was so relieved that the group home was situated far from my my rich, comfortable friends from my past. I cringed inwardly at the thought of them seeing me now looking so poor and tired—a definite startling contrast to my happy earlier days before my parents died. 

Mr. Smith took my large olive army knapsack that I had stuffed all my clothes in and slung it over his shoulder. Mr. Capota, the home administrator, promised that he would ship all my books, my laptop and all my related stuff in boxes later in the week. I felt empty without them. Mr. Capota said that if they didn't arrive in time, I could come and have them shipped personally. I trusted him but still missed my things terribly. 

Mr. Smith took my hand gently but firmly and walked me to the door. "It's a little confusing at first but you will get the layout of the place," Mr. Smith explained. 

I looked at the mansion and gulped. It had one huge main center building with three extensions that were equally large on its other three sides. It looked like it was at least three stories high. I wondered that one person really needed all that space. 

"I run most of my businesses out of here, as well as out of my two other homes in New York and L.A." It felt as though Mr. Smith was reading my mind as I gaped at the massive buildings. "You will see all sorts of staff running in and out of here," he sighed. 

I couldn't quite make out whether he liked that arrangement or not. I looked up at him coyly sneaking a peek at my new guardian. First off, he seemed very young, at least to be considered old enough to be my guardian but I guessed that when you have millions no one really questions your decision to take in a teenage emancipated orphan that nobody wants. They just think it is very generous. 

Basically, I was guessing I was a charity case to soothe his conscience or some good cheap help as a young intern for one of his businesses. I had become a cynic after my parents' death.. Three years in a group home for delinquent girls as well as finding out that your parents' best friend embezzled all of their money leaving you destitute can certainly shrink your moral fiber and trust in society. 

I walked into the entrance way and a gasp escaped my lips. It was the most beautiful hallway I had ever seen. It was bathed in bright white light and was painted in pure white tones with framed stunning black and white photographs everywhere. There was a huge ornate, white antique crystal chandelier hanging at the end. It was decorated with white porcelain angels and lilies and it looked surreal. The walls had all intricate woodwork and carvings. The floor was a beautiful pale planked wood as well. It must take a fortune just to keep this place clean. There were oriental rugs everywhere. It was a wonderfully eclectic mix of modern and antique touches. I loved it immediately. It made up for the drab grey looking exterior of the mansion. 

"My girlfriend Karen did this," Mr. Smith said with a wave of his hand. "She is an interior decorator and quite good at it. I myself am woefully inadequate when it comes to decorating. I don't have the patience," he smiled. "She's quite good at what she does." He was watching my reactions intensely. 

I blushed, nodded and looked at him my mouth wide open as I tried to absorb the different beautiful touches that graced his home. One of a kind chairs, loungers, couches, some brightly colored, some black and white, all mixing together cohesively. And the artwork made me swoon. I had recognized some of it from my art books. I couldn't believe he was rich enough to actually own it. 

"We have a very complicated security system for the art of course," he explained tracking my gaze. I nodded pretending I actually understood security systems. But I was still staring at the walls open mouthed admiring the works. 

He gently asked, "Do you recognize some of them Sabrina?" I looked up at him and smiled. He wasn't that much taller than me about five feet eleven. 

I took a closer look at his face and body now that he addressed me. He was extremely handsome with dark blonde hair and deep piercing blue eyes. He had a rugged tan that I could spot on his face and neck that gave way to wide shoulders and a narrow build. His suit was navy and his button down silk business shirt was light blue and they both complimented his penetrating eyes. He had long lashes like Jenna, which made him look even more youthful. There was something gentle in his eyes that was a contrast to his assertive attitude. I could imagine his staff doing anything for him when he stared at them that way. 

When he spoke to me his voice was sweetly pleasant and nurturing. I guessed somewhere deep inside he really wanted a daughter or something to love. He was all alone in that huge place. I wondered if he was an only child like me and wanted siblings or a huge family. 

"I figured that you would know some of it. I was very impressed by your artistic talent and knowledge at the group home," he added softly. 

"Let's take your bag to your room," he said leading me gently with his hand. We passed a huge kitchen area and I followed him blindly. An elderly woman in a uniform came forward. 

"Hello, Mrs. Delpino this is Sabrina," Mr. Smith said formally. Ms. Delpino had a friendly round face. She wiped her hands on a clean beautifully embroidered kitchen towel and shook my hand. 

"Oh, so this is the girl!" Ms. Delpino exclaimed. "My she is so pretty!" 

I looked down, felt the heat come over my face, and mumbled something incoherently like thank you, I could barely hear my voice. I was so overwhelmed by the vastness of the place that I just blinked dumbly and looked around trying to get my bearings. I doubted that I looked very pretty in my worn-out clothes when compared with the beauty of my surroundings. I felt that familiar feeling of shame in my condition that I had encountered whenever I ventured outside the group home. This came from years of the villagers avoiding "those bad group home kids" like we were the plague.

"Oh Ms. Sabrina, you will get used to the place soon enough," Ms. Delpino smiled. "I have dinner in the oven, Mr. Smith," she said looking at my guardian. It smelled divine and I wasn't even hungry. I felt my stomach grumble. 

"That will be fine. We will be dining at 7pm tonight, Ms. Delpino. Karen won't be joining us. She was called to L.A. on business. Make it two places in the main dining hall. I want to get Sabrina settled into her room first." 

"Of course Mr. Smith. Nice to meet you Ms. Sabrina," she added. 

As we walked along the corridors, I noticed various staff running around. Attractive young men and women in beautifully tailored suits on cell phones as well as pretty cleaning women with dusters in blue uniforms and white colors like Ms. Delpino's. I wondered if anyone ugly worked at the mansion. 

"Don't worry Sabrina, at 7pm most of the staff goes home and it is a lot less hectic around here," Mr. Smith squeezed my hand comfortingly. "Remember that the East Wing is always pretty private. That is where your room is. My bedroom and studios are in the south wing and that wing is also extremely private. Karen usually stays in the north wing where she carries on a lot of her business when she is here." 

I nodded dumbly trying to follow everything he said. Where is the west wing? Where is my bedroom again? Maybe he should have a map of this place. Suddenly the size of the mansion came alive when I saw the vast quantity of staff that occupied it. 

"The main body and west wing is where most of the staff is situated. It seems to work out very well that way; no complaints yet." Mr. Smith's professional commanding tone of voice would make anyone scared to argue with any of his decisions. He seems to have surrounded himself with yes people. But then again his gentle demeanor at times made me think that he might be a good boss. 

I couldn't really figure it out. I wasn't very good at reading people. I had great book skills, but my people skills were atrocious.

"Here it is," he smiled as he opened the beautifully carved white wood door. 

I stepped into the room and gasped. It was huge. Well, it was actually a suite of rooms. The front room was modern in design and had a beautiful oak desk and drafting table. There was a state of the art IMAC and PC in the corner with every possible gadget I could imagine or want. That and the beautiful stereo equipment on the wall easily added up to thousands of dollars. 

"Karen and I wanted you to settle in a furnished room but you can change anything you want," he said. I felt his hand touching my shoulder. I looked up and saw his smile. I was speechless. 

"It..It's all....all mine?" I squeaked and stammered. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I had just won the lottery. 

"Yes, of course," he added, "Unless you need something else?" I looked up thinking he was being joking or something but I could see that he was completely serious. He anticipated anything I could possibly need. He had state of the art everything in my room. It looked like an IMac store and high end electronic store wrapped up into one. I saw three flat screened television sets wired with blue ray machines. Shelves of CD and DVD cases were hung up along the walls. I noted a number of films and musical bands that I loved. 

The drafting table was set up with every imaginable type of art product for me to use. Near it was a shelf with even more art pads, paints, pencils, and sketch books. 

"We are setting up a dark room for your photography," he added quietly watching me trace my fingers over the art materials. "I started buying you some camera equipment but figured you would know best what you want or you might want to research it with some help from some art instructors but we can talk about that later," he added. 

I looked at him stunned. A dark room for myself? I couldn't believe it. I had to share a flimsy dark room at the community center with hundreds of different members fighting for it at time. I could barely schedule in an hour per week. I walked past the first room and into another room that lead into my bedroom. 

The bed was king sized with a gorgeous Victorian era canopy. There was a huge bay window facing my bed with bright light streaming through beautiful lace white curtains with embroidered outlines of trees and leaves. 

"I hope you like Victorian-era designs, Karen can become quite fixated when she puts her mind to it. She takes and idea and runs with it. I like a more modern feel but she knows girls better I think," he mused. 

I looked up at him. He looked so serious and eager to please me. 

"I love it," I said. And I did. I really did. It looked like I had walked into one of the Jane Austin novels I had grown to love. There were antique end tables and beautiful paintings and a large tapestry hanging on the wall that was breathtaking. I stood in front of the tapestry. 

"It looks like it belongs in a museum," I whispered. 

"It should. It cost enough," Mr. Smith laughed a bit. He had a great laugh. He looked like a regular guy when he laughed and I suddenly relaxed. I looked at the wall and there was a huge white wooden shelf stocked with books. I glanced at the titles of the books, a lot of them my favorites and smiled. I saw titles of art and photography books I couldn't wait to dig into. 

I felt him squeeze my shoulder softly. "I'm glad you like it Sabrina," and the way he said my name was so gentle. Only a few people in my whole entire life have said my name in that tone. 

"I don't know if you have a cell phone but I took the liberty of getting you one of these," Mr. Smith said. He brought my palm in his hand and placed a metallic object in it closing my fingers around it. I opened my hand and looked down. Oh God, the latest I Phone that I drooled over and could never afford even in my wildest dreams. I looked at it and all its glorious applications. 

"It's the one with the extra memory that can handle the more artistic applications or so my buyer told me," he added. I held the pretty pink plastic case. "Your cell number is written on the top. Don't worry about the bill. Just let me know if you are going to put any 3 hour international calls in," he laughed and again I saw his youth peeking through the professional attitude. "It also hooks up to this," and he pointed to the newest I pad. I was in technology heaven.

I wanted to see him laugh again. It was then I realized the hold that he had on me in such a short time. I wanted to make my guardian happy and hear that laugh. If he brought this out in his employees no wonder he was so rich I thought.

"Now." Mr. Smith took off his jacket and I noticed his muscular build. I blushed a little looking down. He placed my olive canvas army knapsack down near my bed carefully like it was a Gucci luggage or something and said, "It's almost 7pm. Let's get some food into you. I'll wait here. The bathroom is right there if you want to wash your hands," and he opened this door that was hand painted with these beautiful multicolored flowers and birds. 

My mouth opened wide again dumbfounded. There were white marble floors and a Jacuzzi and a shower with a sunken bathtub. It was painted throughout with the same pretty flowers and birds that were on the door. 

There was a double sink with a Hollywood type makeup mirror surrounding it and a brightness switch that I could adjust. It was perhaps the first time in three years that I could look closely and privately at my face and body without interruptions. 

I sighed and looked at my face. It was pretty but there were big dark circles under my eyes. I was more pale than usual, especially around my lips. My blonde long thick hair was slicked back like I just rolled out of bed or a gym. The group home shampoo and conditioner left a lot to be desired and my hair looked stringy. There were some tendrils that had escaped and were streaming down the sides of my oval face. My eyes looked big and clear and blue like my mother's. My pouty lips looked sad next to the pale of my face. I started to get teary thinking of my mother. I missed her really badly in the big mansion without her love and support. 

I backed up and inspected my body. My full breasts were concealed under my black hooded sweatshirt. I decide to leave it on because my bust just seemed too big under the tight t shirt I was wearing. I wanted to pull the hood up over my stringy hair but resisted the temptation knowing I would look ridiculous. 

My long legs and slim figure still looked great. I seemed a bit more frail and vulnerable than my usual healthy, sporty self. I lifted up my t shirt and saw that my stomach had almost become concave with my ribs protruding. I tried to wash my face with cold water to get my circulation going. Karen (I assumed) had stocked up the bathroom with every imaginable type of cosmetic product, shampoo, body soap, lotion, and conditioner. I couldn't imagine a guy knowing all the types of girlie products that were in front of me but who knows. 

There was a huge cabinet filled with luxuriously thick embroidered towels and first aid supplies as well as even more soaps, deodorants and creams. She even put in a row of perfumes, colognes and body powders for me to sample. 

I noticed that she had not forgotten feminine hygiene products like shavers and shaving cream, tampons and deodorants, and I blushed uncomfortably. 

There was an electric toothbrush with a pile of replaceable heads, and a sample of different toothpastes. There was even an enormous basket in the corner filled with cosmetics suited towards my fair complexion. I looked at the brand names and even a fashion dummy like me knew they were pricey. 

Karen had not forgotten a thing. The bathroom was so huge and so well organized with baskets and medicine cabinets that it barely looked stocked. 

There was a rug on the floor that matched the paintings on the walls. I felt like I was in a luxury hotel. A thick white terry robe with the same embroidery found on the towels was hanging on a hook in the corner with a pair of matching cotton pajamas and embroidered slippers. I tried to get my focus straight rubbing my eyes feeling dazed and took a deep breath. 

I exited the bathroom with a forced smile and met Mr. Smith's steady gaze. He was looking intently at me. 

"Everything o.k.?" he asked with a look of concern. He was furiously texting into his phone—something important I gathered. 

"It's really, really, nice," I said. God did I sound stupid. But that is all I could blurt out while I blinked dully at him. 

"Well, we didn't know if you had many clothes so, Karen took the liberty. Mr. Capota told us your measurements. I hope you don't mind," and he opened two huge closets filled with clothes. There were jackets, coats, dresses, pants, skirts, tops, shoes, and boots. All were organized from casual daytime to elegant nighttime. I just looked at them overwhelmed. Not knowing if I liked them or not. Not really being able to comprehend the extent of it all. 

"We can go out shopping together and get you some that you can choose later if you wish. You look tired. Let's get you fed and then to bed," he led the way back to the dining hall.

The dining hall was so extravagantly elegant that I felt like a homeless bum that walked in on the middle of the meal. I really wished that we could eat in the kitchen or that I had changed into one of Karen's outfits. The maids were all fussing over me asking if I wanted this or that and I just nodded at the food smiling. 

Mr. Smith breathed in deep. "It smells great. Ms. Delpino is a find. She never disappoints." 




Sabrina's Education Ch. 02



It did smell really good and my tummy started to rumble again. I looked down at the slivered bright green beans, potatoes au gratin, and the porterhouse steak with its thick creamy mushroom gravy. I had not had good steak in years. I tried to remember when I had steak in the years back when my parents were still alive. Even the salad looked delicious with red shiny cranberries and walnuts decorating the white gorgonzola cheese and green leafy romaine lettuce. 

The colors and elaborate food arrangements on my plate looked like artwork. I stabbed a fork at each section of my plate sampling each and my mouth exploded with flavor. I had become so used to the dulled cafeteria food at the group home that I forgot food could still taste like this. I took my time savoring each bite and then ate ravenously. Mr. Smith smiled watching me eat. I looked up at him. My cheeks were stuffed with food like a chipmunk. A twinkle took over his eyes and I saw that he was stifling something like a laugh. 

"Hungry?" he asked. 

"Hmm . Hmm." I muttered trying to swallow between chomps... 

And he let out an explosive laugh. "Oh Sabrina, see that is what this place has been missing," he continued eating lifting up his fork happily smiling at me with a big grin. 

I looked at him stunned. It seems that I had brought out his boyish side again. I smiled inwardly pleased with myself and looked down. My heart leapt a little towards my new guardian. I made him happy I sang inwardly. He looked more like a handsome older brother than guardian and I munched happily away. 

By the time I made it up to my bedroom I was totally exhausted and lost in a food coma. I wrestled out of my clothes and lay down in my cotton t shirt and panties. The bed was the softest thing I had ever laid in. There was a feather bed over the double mattress that made me feel like I was floating on a cloud. I dozed off almost immediately against the soft satiny cotton sheets. I was in a deep sleep that was gloriously quiet. For the first time in 3 years, I was sleeping alone in my own bedroom.

It was late and dark and I was awakened with a start. I forgot where I was and was scared. I called out for my friend Jenna. But then I realize I was in the mansion. I looked around squinting trying to figure out where everything was. I heard yelling in the hallway--a man and woman's voice. The woman was shrieking angrily and the man was trying to quiet her down. I walked through my other room to the door and leaned against it. I recognized Mr. Smith's voice. "Will you be quiet Karen. She is sleeping." 

"You know what Paul?" She screamed, "I really don't care at this point." 

"Come to bed and let's talk about this. This isn't the place or the time," I hear his voice grate angrily. He was almost hissing at her. I shuddered not wanting to ever get him that angry. 

"Paul, let go of me. I have a right to feel this way!" She yelled at him this time almost pleading. 

"Yes, yes, you do baby," I heard him say sexily in a husky voice and my breath sucked in involuntarily as I noted the quick change in tone. 

I felt a pang of something. Need? Desire? 

Karen's voice became gentle and low, "You have to tell her tomorrow. It's only right. She is still a child Paul." . 

"I know, I know, but give it some time for her to get used to this," he begged. 

"Oh God. Babe, do you realize what you have taken on? She's not an employee Paul." 

And then their tones became hushed and I heard their voices trailing down the hall with the pitter pattering of footsteps and I could no longer hear the conversation no matter how hard my ears strained to listen.

Paul and Karen:

Paul led Karen to his room. "Baby please, I'll do whatever you want. Let's relax and enjoy the fact that you are here." He started to kiss her shoulder. Karen loved the feel of his soft warm lips after the stressful flight. She could feel her body responding, conditioned to his touch, his need. 

"Paul...", he cut her off with his lips hard on her mouth. His tongue explored hers hungrily. He pushed her up against the wall of the bedroom. 

"Yes. Baby," he replied, kissing her eyelids slowly working his way down to her cheeks. He trailed soft kisses throughout her face as he pinned her arms and hands above her head to the wall. She moaned involuntarily. 

He always liked it a little rough and he knew how she felt about that but now her need was too strong. They had not seen each other in a while. She arched towards him. She could feel her nipples hardening. She ached for his touch on her body. He teased her for a bit looking at her body...raking it up and down with his eyes while he held her in place. 

"Please.." she begged looking at him with her deep green eyes. He stroked her face with his other hand, keeping her hands pinned and let his hand trail down her neck and to her chest, unbuttoning her blouse slowly. She wiggled and sighed struggling. 

"Paul, let me touch you..." she whispered huskily. He shook his head back and forth, smiling mischievously. 

"Grrrrr..," she mocked, smiling. He pushed her arms to her back and held her hands behind her and lowered himself to her breasts kissing the top of each mound. 

"Hmmmm.... Oooohhh...," she muttered moaning. She tried to wriggle out of his hold but he held her in place. Grabbing her hands he led her to the bed. God his beautiful cock. She wanted to grab it and feel it again. But she knew to give him this control. He liked it this way much better than when she led. 

She had come to terms with his sexual likes and dislikes a while ago. She gasped when she saw the dungeon the first time with the canes and floggers. And she tried. But she couldn't fake it. Now, knowing about the casual encounters with others, it was hard but she could look the other way. As long as she could still have him like this. 

He pinned her down to the bed. Her arms stretched above her as he started to undress her. He trailed his fingers gently over her porcelain skin; teasing her. He reached down and pulled a scarf out of his trouser pockets. He tied it round her eyes blindfolding her. And then his hands were on her again. That was all she felt his hands on her skin. And the blindness made her other senses more acute. 

She was damp between her legs and could feel the wetness seeping into her panties. He always brought her to that when it had been a while since they had seen each other. Just by his touch. 

She could do without the other things...but this was pure. He grabbed his silk tie loosening it and taking it off his neck and slowly wrapped it around her wrists binding her hands together. She wanted to kiss him desperately. But she knew he needed this. He had explained it to her many times. Too many. She did not want to argue about it tonight. She lay quietly still while he secured the knot arching towards him. He began to take off her skirt unzipping it and slowly sliding it off her body. She inhaled deeply. She was wearing the black lace garters and stockings he had purchased for her the last time they were together and he looked at her approvingly. It was a surprise. 

"Hmmm...good girl...you are so beautiful," he whispered huskily in her ear as he bit her neck and sucked lightly. A shiver went through her body. He slowly unclipped the garters and glided a hand over her stockings. He could see her wetness through the material of her panties. 

"Are you excited baby?" He asked huskily kissing her flat stomach, looking up at her with a smirk. 

Before she could answer his teeth worked their way to the top of the material pulling the fabric of her panties down exposing her bare pussy. He loved her pussy. The petal pink color of the lips and the rosy hue of the bud when it opened itself up, exposed to him. 

"Spread your legs for me baby..." he ordered. She spread her long pale legs and he lay between them admiring her pussy; stroking it slowly. 

She moaned and leaned back into the bed. His finger started circling her clit as he began to glide another in and out of her slowly. Fuck. Don't stop. She was close to the edge; she was gushing just with the initial touch. But she knew that sometimes he could tease her for a while before allowing her to cum. So she tried to relax. 

He knew she was close and he slowed the rhythm a bit drawing it out. He could hear her groan as he worked her pussy lips and clit feeling them swell under his touch. He breathed in her scent, massaging her inner thighs. 

"Paul..." she whispered moaning. 

"Yes, my love," he replied in his familiar tone. 

"Relax..." and his hands were at work again. His fingers slid between her lips; feeling her become creamy and slick. He couldn't resist the gleam of her petal like skin any longer and started to work his head between her legs licking her warm thighs, spreading them apart. He slid the panties off her ankles and his mouth was on her; sucking in her juices. 

"God, I love the way you taste..." he whispered. 

"Get excited for me baby...." He slowly ran his tongue between her lips, flicking it over her clit, and then back down to her puckered hole, feeling it contract and quiver. He grabbed her clit between his teeth sucking and nibbling gently and she moaned wriggling. 

"Hmm ..hmm no keep still..," he placed a hand on her stomach to hold her in place as he continued to torment her with his tongue, changing his pace and direction bringing her close to the edge and back til she was dizzy with desire and need. 

"Cum for me now baby..." he said. She let out a loud groan and came hard. His mouth pressed close against her sucking in her juice as her pussy convulsed. He lapped gently at her as she finished cumming. He brought himself up and quickly unzipped his pants revealing his stiff cock. He pulled her up to him. 

"Baby. I missed you," he whispered and he kissed her deeply and taking his cock in his hand plunged it deep into her, filling her up. 

Karen's body shook as he entered her. "Fuck, yes, baby..." she moaned, her arms were still bound together but she wanted to grab and hold him. He unfastened her wrists from his tie pulling her hands to his chest. She reached back and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She could feel another wave of pleasure hitting her body as she edged towards another orgasm. He knew where all her spots were and how to hit them. He could tell by her breathing that she was coming close.

"No. Not yet my pet." He pulled her off of his body,placed her face down on the bed and entered her from behind stroking her ass, playing with her clit as his shaft plunged deeper and deeper. Groaning still blindfolded by the scarf, she felt herself build again.

"That's it. Cum for me," he groaned as he thrust deeper and she came slowly; the wetness making his cock sleek. He growled as he felt the warmth, and she could feel him getting harder. 

Pulling out; he pulsed and waited before plunging in again and again. Teasing her, he placed the tip of his cock against her throbbing lips. A hungry moan came out of her mouth as she begged him to fuck her. She began to build again. This time she knew he was close. They came in an explosion together and collapsed in each other's arms. He took the blindfold off her eyes and kissed her cuddling her close, stroking her body....muttering, "My beautiful baby girl...," And for now lying safe and content in his arms with her head against his chest, it was enough.

Sabrina

A blend of emotions ran through me as I leaned against the door. It was obviously a conversation about me. But I had no idea what about. Is Karen against me being here? I felt suddenly uncomfortable and dreaded meeting her. Maybe I should call the group home and beg them to take me back. But I heard his voice and he was so pleading wanting me here. And he has been so generous and nice to me. I looked around at the room. How can I give this all up? What if Jenna and I ended up on the streets? I made a mental note to try and stick it out until I could make it on my own. Maybe one year. I could always leave. My head was aching and I was too tired to think anymore. I padded back to bed and fell immediately asleep.

I woke up and turned to look at the clock on the pretty Victorian nightstand next to my bed. It was noon. Jesus, I didn't know if I could even find the kitchen. Luckily the phone on the nightstand was lit up and ringing. I pressed down the button labelled "kitchen." It was Mrs. Delpino. 

"Ms. Sabrina, would you like to come down or have someone bring you up some food?" We can make anything for you," I heard her pleasant voice but I really didn't know what I wanted. No one had ever offered to make me breakfast or lunch in years. I blanked out a bit. "Uhm. I don't know how to get down to the kitchen," I mumbled.

"Why don't you get ready and I will send someone up there to bring you down in about an hour," was her helpful reply. 

I sighed relieved and told her that would be fine. My clothes would not do for the kitchen or dining area especially with the impeccably dressed staff roaming around so I decided to plunge into the closet and look at the clothes Karen had purchased for me. I picked out a pair of jeans that looked like they would fit and a pretty silk blue blouse. 

I wished that she had more casual clothes but it appeared as if Karen's tastes were more on the chic side. I chose a pair of exquisite brown leather riding boots that I also tried on over the jeans and ran to the shower. I quickly washed and dried my hair and found the blow dryer in one of the bathroom cabinets. 

My hair came out wonderfully thick and shiny. I quickly studied the makeup selection and applied some peach creamy sheer blush and a peach lip gloss to my pale face. That and the sleep I had made me look immediately brighter. I put some pink eye shadow on and a coat of black mascara and surveyed my face. It was the first time in years that I actually felt good about how I looked. I pulled the shirt, jeans and boots on and made my bed quickly. I had picked up the habit of making my bed every day first thing in the morning from the group home. 

I looked around my room and grabbed an art book, an I Pod nano, and the I pad to bring down with me to keep me busy. I remembered to pocket the new I phone in my jeans when I heard a knock on the door. I ran to the door and there was a man dressed in a black suit with a walkie talkie waiting for me. 

Mr. James worked security around the mansion and was very formal and polite. I smiled, said a brief thank you, and let him lead the way down the long hall to the stairs that led to the main dining area.

Ms. Delpino was waiting for me with a huge smile on her face. "Oh my. I see a good night sleep did wonders." I knew it was the clothes Karen had picked for me and the makeup as well but I went with her polite thoughts. She led me into the kitchen where I met the busy workers.

"This is Renaldo. He is the head chef. You just tell him what you want dear and his staff will make it for you. Don't worry he has heard it all," she chuckled. "This place can get really crazy and Renaldo can whip up anything for the staff at a moment's notice." 

She showed me the kitchen with its huge silver refrigerators and pantry. It was stocked to the rafters with every type of food imaginable. 

"Come on now what will it be. We have to fatten you up. Pancakes? Eggs? Bacon?" Ms. Delpino prodded in a motherly fashion. I must have looked a little stunned.

"Renaldo, make the sampler please for her," Ms. Delpino ordered. He nodded politely and left.

"Sit yourself down honey. Do you want to sit in the kitchen or dining hall?" Oh god. I thought. Not the super elegant dining hall again. "Oh no. Kitchen is fine," I mumbled. 

She pointed to some stools and small tables nearby with chairs. It looked as if staff also sat around in the kitchen area on breaks. There was hot coffee, tea, juice, muffins, and bagels with spreads and cups and plates set up on a table against the wall. Someone had also made a really huge fruit salad in a glass bowl and set it on another table. There was a flat screened television set on the local news channel on one of the walls.

"Remember the staff can always have your food sent up to your room or the patio if you want to eat there," I followed her gaze to the beautiful patio with white chairs and tables. A huge cherry blossom tree graced one of the areas. It was in full bloom. 

"Where is Mr. Smith?" I managed to spit out. 

She looked at me half laughing, "He is busy out working as usual. He told me he will let you know when he can meet with you. Do you know how to use the phone in your room? He calls on there and leaves a message or he will call you on your cell phone dear. Why don't you go out on the lawn and sit and relax. I will have Peter bring the food out to you."

I dutifully followed her directions. Not really knowing what I wanted. It turned out the sampler was a huge choice of different items on a tray. It had eggs Benedict with Belgium waffles and strawberries and cream, two wedges of melon, bacon, sausage links, and juice. The waffles were mouth wateringly good. I nibbled at the melon wedges and sausage barely able to eat the eggs. My stomach was bursting by the time I was finished. 

I walked around the grounds for a bit. I came across the pool area. There were two pools one indoors and heated and one outdoors with a hot tub. I saw a beautiful cushioned lounger and sat a while and read the art book I had chosen under the trees. I had been reading and researching art schools on the I pad for hours. Dinner time arrived faster than I had expected and Ms. Delpino informed me that Mr. Smith would not be at dinner because of some unexpected business. 

I was really disappointed but relieved that Karen was not there. She had been called on business as well apparently and would not be coming back for a couple of weeks. I dreaded her reaction to my being there after hearing the discussion in the hallway. I wasn't sure if she would like me or not. 

I had dinner in my room and watched some television rehashing the argument I heard the night before in my mind. I wanted things to work out. I was really hoping that Mr. Smith would follow-up on his promise of sending me to school. 

It was early spring and I was planning on getting into a program by fall. Perhaps he could pull some strings. It would be a tremendous relief. I would finally be on a course towards a career and some stability.

The days blended into each other. I did not see Mr. Smith and I started to feel very lonely in the huge mansion despite the presence of his staff mulling around furtively on calls or putting his business arrangements together. I would catch pieces of conversation. Fed ex packages and workmen running in and out. I looked enviously at the workers. 

Ms. Delpino pretty much was my main source of information along with James. James was to be my escort if I left the house. He also was my driver if I wanted to go anywhere. I really didn't know anyone in town so I did not leave the mansion much. 

I started to become bored and lonely...my books, art, and laptop being my only friends. I had e-mailed Jenna about 5 times and called her at the group home and on her cell, leaving messages and she had not returned any of my calls. It was a bit strange. I knew she was probably dying to know what was going on. 

My only clue was that Mr. Capota had forbidden anyone from the group home from speaking with me but if I knew Jenna well enough, she would find a way to get around that without getting into trouble. I wore the clothes Karen got for me, they started to feel a bit more comfortable, though not my style. I was grateful for them because my old clothes just did not fit into the new environment that I was in. 

A Rude Awakening

A month had passed and the weather was a lot warmer. I was finally used to the mansion layout and the phone and intercom systems. I had yet to hear from Jenna and was feeling sad and abandoned. I barely saw glimpses of my benefactor. We had a handful of dinners together where we exchanged polite conversation. Mr. Smith would ask how I was getting used to things. I would answer nervously, still thinking I was on probation and could be sent back at any moment. I hadn't met Karen yet and was very relieved. 




Sabrina's Education Ch. 02



I kept expecting Karen to convince Mr. Smith to give me back to the home right when I was getting used to the mansion. So I would hold my breath in anticipation of a dreaded conversation that I had to go back to the group home. I tried to make Mr. Smith laugh as much as I could and keep him entertained. I constantly told him how happy I was to be there. Despite my attempts, Mr. Smith seemed to have a worried, serious, distant look on his face more and more when he was with me.

Karen had been called away to work and Mr. Smith and she had decided to meet up on one of her assignments on the east coast leaving me alone again. I had started to venture out into town now that I had my new clothes and no longer looked like a group home reject. There was a huge mall and I had already staked out the tech stores and art supply stores in town. I asked Ms. Delpino before I bought anything out of habit. 

She would reply, "Child, didn't Mr. Smith give you his card for supplies? Just don't take advantage." I still kept a file with all the receipts. Just in case he thought I stole the stuff or took advantage. I was so scared I would be sent back to the group home. Now that I had tasted freedom I really didn't want to go back. 

I bought a digital camera and tripod and started to take photos again. I learned how to upload them onto my Mac and used software to edit them. It engrossed me for hours at a time which helped with the loneliness. 

But I wanted Jenna here with me desperately. I missed her kind, funny, tough ways. I blushed every time I thought of the last time Jenna and I were together. We had taken it far. I had allowed her to pleasure me; feeling the wonderful, warm curves of her body next to mine. 

I had been thinking a lot of sex lately. The sound of Mr. Smith's voice as he had been coaxing Karen sexily calling her "Baby." I loved his beautiful laugh and smile. It was hard for me not to think of him sexually. He had a very commanding presence. And he smelled absolutely wonderful. I would breathe his scent in deep as he entered a room and then blush catching myself. 

I wanted someone to feel for me; to touch me that way. Every time I thought of Mr. Smith or Paul (as he now wanted me to call him), intrusive thoughts of his handsome looks came into mind. I could not keep from thinking about his muscular build, his eyes when he stared at me, and his great laugh. I could drown in his and Jenna's laughter. I was so serious all the time. It was nice to hear someone else's laughter to snap me out of it. 

I have a crush on my guardian. Well there is a first. I smirked a bit. Wondering what Karen looked like. Was I prettier than her? As I lay in my bedroom at night, I thought of my last encounter with Jenna, and let my hands roam over my body. I made believe it was Jenna or sometimes, my mind involuntarily wandered over to Paul. 

What would it be like to be touched by a handsome man? I closed my eyes trying to relax. My hands made their way to my breasts and I gasped at how quickly my nipples tensed tight and hard; feeling a tingle of wetness between my thighs. Maybe Jenna had opened up a floodgate of sexuality in me; but now I needed touch. I even thought about buying a vibrator in a shop I had spotted in the mall, but stopped myself knowing it would be listed on Paul's credit statement. How would I explain that one away. I giggled in my room thinking about that. 

"Maybe he would offer his services to you Sabrina," that is what Jenna would say. 

Hmmm....a man's hands on me. I lay a hand on my flat stomach right over my mound; feeling the warmth inside spread. My breath came heavier. I placed my palm lower feeling the heat and moistness. I took a finger and traced the outline of my pussy slowly raising my hips. 

I moaned a bit in the silence of my room. It was private here. I did not have to worry about other girls hearing me in the dorm. I relaxed. My parents had taught me that sexual thoughts and feelings were perfectly natural and now I wondered for the first time what they would have thought of the grown up me. My finger started to explore as I felt the wetness spread over the cotton of my panties. 

I remembered once I had walked into my parents' room and watched them make love. My dad's muscular back was over my mother. They both looked up catching me looking. I ran to my room. That was when they told me about sex...well at least a bit about sex. I really never had an adult conversation with them. They died before I could have that. 

I remembered being excited looking at my handsome dad. I wanted a boyfriend just like him. My dad would get into the hot tub in the back yard naked together with my mom and a drink at night a lot; bubbles barely covering their bodies. I got used to the sight of nudity that way. 

I dreamed of the days of my ballet classes, watching myself dance naked in the mirror of my room. I remembered my dad telling me I was developing into a beautiful young girl and that he was there if I needed him to answer questions about sex. Maybe I would take a dance class again.

I missed my handsome dad. The way he held me tight at night before I went to bed. His strong arms around me making me feel so safe. 

All these thoughts ran through my head as my fingers began to slide deeper between my lips. I felt the creamy wetness building. I could smell the musky scent of my sex. My thumb and index finger toyed with my clit and I felt myself gush and a sigh escaped from my lips as I arched upwards again. 

I wanted someone on top of me desperately. Strong muscles holding me or warm curves next to me. Anything. I was usually a loner but these days had pushed my limit on alone time. As I thought of Jenna, my dad, and Paul, I could feel the warmth building. My thighs were trembling as I slipped a finger inside of me and my lips quivered and tightened around me. I moaned again; working my pussy harder with my fingers sliding up and down between the sleek lips, hitting my clit and then pushing their way inside again and again. It felt deliciously wicked. 

I imagined Jenna's mouth on my mound, licking and probing again. How would it feel to have a man do that? I wondered if men were as good at it as Jenna was. And I wanted to find out. I sighed and felt my lips swell, my pussy pulsing against my fingers. I slid two fingers deep inside me and then out slowly, feeling the wetness leak down between the cheeks of my tight ass. I wiggled and shifted on the bed, my body aching for release. I pushed the covers off and exposed my pussy to the room, imagining my lover staring at me; admiring me. 

I giggled a bit at my exhibitionist side. All those years of dance class walking around with people staring at my body. It was kind of a turn on. I always knew I had a nice body. 

"Long legs that were perfect for dance," my instructor would say, grazing my lean thighs, stroking them softly as I lifted them for him. I secretly loved that attention. 

I remembered swimming in my folk's pool naked at night; feeling the warm water on my skin. One night my dad saw me swimming in the moonlight and said, "My god Sabrina, you are beautiful. Never be ashamed of your body baby." He was naked with a drink in his hand. He slept naked at night. I saw his cock stiff in front of him. He grabbed a towel and walked inside as I smiled at him from the pool water floating. 

Suddenly my dad transformed into Paul, dreamily staring at me in the water...admiring the older me as I felt the water like my hands slip over my body. The thought pushed me over the edge and I came hard against my palm, moaning loudly at the sweet release. Exhausted I lay back down, gasping for breath, I placed the bedspread over my body, and fell immediately to sleep.

The next moring I woke up and decided to go for a swim. It was a sunny day and I wanted to start to sketch again. Practice my art with my new materials. I rifled through my closet and found a bikini that Karen had purchased for me. It was quite daring and exposed a bit more than I would ever feel comfortable in. I blushed thinking about the sexy thoughts that had overtaken me the night before. Well, this would make a statement and no one was by the pool during the day so I would have a reasonable degree of privacy. In any case, I had no choice as there was no other swimsuit in my wardrobe. 

I made a mental note to look online for a more practical suit that was more my style. For now this one would have to do. I put it on. The bikini top plunged down and exposed the smooth full curve of my breasts. I turned round and the suit made my small ass look very high and my back beautifully arched. At 5'7" the bikini made me look a lot more mature than my years. It was a bit daring alright. I don't know what Karen was thinking. I put a pair of white jean shorts on to cover the bottom, grabbed my sketch pad and pencils, and went down to the pool area. I passed the staff a bit embarrassed at how over exposed I felt next to their button down suits. One particular young male staffer caught my eye and gave me a lustful gaze glancing at my bikini top and looking at my body crudely. 

"Hey Sabrina," he said. I looked at him surprised and he must have noted my shock but extended his hand, "I'm Shane Bradford." 

I shook his hand awkwardly and I uttered a weak hello in return. 

"Well I'll let you go. I see that you have some drawing to do. By the pool I gather? An artist, I really admire that. Hope to see you again Sabrina." There was something truly insincere in his tone and the arrogant smirk on his face, but I tried to ignore the creepy feeling that I was getting. . I hated the way he said my name a bit too familiarly. 

I walked away feeling his intense gaze still on my body and I tensed a bit feeling a unsafe. I wondered just exactly what Mr. Bradford's responsibilities were. 

He was very young and I had seen him around the offices downstairs a couple of times running round busily. He wore well tailored suits and had a really fancy looking gold watch on that I could tell was expensive. He had the features and cavalier attitude of someone who had lived a well kept life with little worries. I was familiar with that type of guy when I had attended private school before my parent's death. And I never liked them. 

I got to the pool and uttered a sigh of relief relaxing. The staff's activities always made me a bit nervous. The pool area was private and out of the way so I could feel a bit more at ease. I looked at the beautiful glass sliding doors and the trees on either side of the pool. Weeping willows were shading some of the patio furniture. I put my sketchpad down and took off my shorts. The string bikini was crocheted and beautiful. It was a light blue silky material that felt so good on. I jumped into the pool and did a few laps enjoying the cool caress of the water. I had begun to develop a nice glow from being outdoors. 

I got out of the water my eyes still closed. I sat on a patio chair, plugged in my I pod, and dragged a towel through my hair. When I opened my eyes I saw Shane. He was standing over me looking down, eyeing my near naked flesh. I pulled the buds out of my ears. I grabbed the towel over me covering my body from his glare. 

"Oh you don't have to bother being so modest with me Sabrina. I can see why he took you in. You are quite stunning," he said in a very low menacing tone. His eyes raked over my body again and I felt naked. "I bet that group home taught you some things alright." His handsome features turned quickly into a nasty sneer. I looked around furtively knowing this was not going to be good. 

"There are security cameras looking at us," I whispered under my breath.

"Do you think they care about a slut like you," he laughed. I could smell alcohol on his breath. He was standing in such a way that if a camera was on would look like a casual innocent conversation. And then suddenly his hands were on my shoulders. 

"Your skin is so beautiful and smooth. How many boys have you blown in that home?" He asked. 

I contemplated screaming but I really didn't want to make a scene. I wanted to be a grown up and handle it or have a guard notice and come out and ask if anything was wrong and chase him away but it did not look like that was going to happen. 

"You don't want to do anything that is going to get you fired," I whispered.

"A slut like you getting me fired? That would be a joke. Do you know who my father is? You would be lucky to have me. You're a tramp he took pity on. And I imagine he is thinking what I am. He does have good taste though. You don't look like trash. You clean up very well. I bet you would do anything to get his money huh?" and then his hands grabbed my chin and pulled me towards him. "Or mine?" he asked huskily. 

In an instant, he had his back to the patio doors and forced his hands on my chin grabbing my face and pushing me towards his crotch as he unzipped his pants. His muscular hands had a tight grip on my jaw and scalp that sent a flare of pain through my head each time I tried to jerk away. I felt his erection and felt nauseous thinking it would be my first time having an intimate encounter with a man. Tears started to well up as he pushed me closer. "Open your mouth you fucking bitch...I'm sure you know what to do. Trust me I will make it worth it," he slurred. His hand went down and pulled out his stiff cock from his unzipped pants. I wanted to scream but my sounds were muffled by his pushing me into his pant legs. He was working his cock out of his pants and forcing it into my mouth. His hands were very strong as they held me in place against him. I could feel the foreskin but could not see anything. My face was struggling against the material of his slacks and I was blinded. 

"Fuck that feels good," he was rubbing his shaft along my lips and I was trying to move my mouth away pursing my lips shut. My hands grabbed at his legs trying to pull him away but he was grounded in place. I could feel the muscles of his legs tensing against my hands. They were rock solid. 

Oh my god, oh my god, please not like this...was racing through my head as I tried to think about how I could escape this fate. I could feel the cum on his cock. He was really aroused. I knew about precum and could feel it on my lips. I wanted to wretch at the taste of it. The more I struggled the more excited he became. I began to think he was getting off on the struggle and decided to remain still for a bit. 

"Nice, now you like it, huh?" He misread my being still for pleasure. The sick jerk. He was beginning to force the head between my lips. I had my teeth clenched shut but I could feel his cock against my mouth working its way in. He was pushing my head so deep into his crotch that I couldn't breathe and I had to open my mouth. 

"That's it baby." He pushed the cock into my mouth and I resisted struggling as he held it in place. His groin starting to force itself deep in and out of my mouth as I gasped trying to catch my breath. 

"Oh god, yeah," I heard him moan. I tried to struggle but his hands firmly grasped at my hair tying it in a knot around his palm...whenever I moved I would whimper in pain as he pulled hard on it. This struggle continued for a while as he pushed himself into my mouth again and again using his free hand to pry my mouth open and push himself in. He didn't mind that I was choking. It seemed to urge him forward... his cock throbbing and twitching. 

With a great effort I gathered up my strength and bit down hard on his hand. He yelled out and I pushed him away. He pulled at my hair and I winced at the pain. He let go of me as he climaxed out of my mouth. I watched the ejaculate stream down his pants as his unharmed hand jerked at his free cock. 

I wiped my mouth crying hysterically....I looked down and realized that my bikini top had been ripped and my breasts were exposed. I was trying to catch my breath and cover myself up when I heard a struggle and looked up.

"Get the fuck off her!" I knew the voice. I grabbed a towel trying to cover my nakedness. Tears were streaming down my face and I could barely focus. No. Not now. I saw the familiar build through my tears. He's going to think it's all my fault. I'm gonna get kicked out of here and I will lose everything. I panicked and started to whimper and move back, huddled in the dirt of the lawn like a scared animal. I saw Ms. Delpino and the security guards running towards us. 

"Leave us alone please," Mr. Smith said turning to the staff. "I want you to back off till I let you know." He was holding Shane by the shoulder roughly and I could see Shane desperately trying to zip up his pants. 

Oh god. I felt dirty and like I was going to die of shame. I wanted to throw up and run but all I could do was stare at them like a zombie through my wet hair.

"James, take him and get him out of my sight in my office. Hold him until I am ready to see him. Patch a call through to legal please. Tell them to call me asap on my cell." I heard that familiar hiss of anger as Mr. Smith spoke. The tone I never wanted to hear. 

James politely did as he was told and Shane stumbled in front of him. James shook him by the shoulder. 

"You are in deep trouble," James shoved harshly at Shane pushing him in front of him.

"What trouble? She's a whore. You know that. Everyone does," Shane slurred.

I had become so accustomed to the reputation of group home girls as whores and sluts that I hardly blinked an eye. That was how we were known in town, in our school, by the staff, everywhere. I just felt that here in this beautiful place, I had finally escaped it. And I cried bitterly at the realization that I could never escape my past.

My guardian quickly took his jacket off and draped it over my bare shoulders attempting to cover me up. "Sabrina, Sabrina, Oh my god. I never thought." He bit his lip and I could see his anger building. He was straining against it. 

I looked up sobbing, sniffling, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't really. It wasn't my fault." I tried to close my eyes against the memory, touch and feel of Shane. I could barely get the words out, my teeth had begun to chatter. I was wrenching sobs out of my body at this point and whimpering.

I could see my guardian's expression change. "Sabrina...I'm supposed to keep you safe." 

He sat down on a lawn chair facing me. His hands raked through his hair. I was crumpled up on the grass of the patio, fingers trembling as I tried to button up his blazer over my naked chest. I noticed that my whole body was shaking. "Jesus. We have to get you some help," I heard him say looking at me.

"No. I'm too embarrassed. Please no. I just want to shower," I begged looking up at him.

"What did that animal do to you? Never mind. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But you have to talk to someone. Do we need to have you examined by a doctor Sabrina?"

"No. He didn't. I mean he did other things..." my voice trailed in disgust and sadness.

I heard his cell phone ring. He picked up the phone and I heard him, "Yes...She says he didn't... Yes. I see... A statement. Well from him and her. Yes in private here and then let's see what we can do. No police for now. I don't think she can handle that. She's just a kid for Christ sakes. O.K." 

He got off the phone and looked at me, "Sabrina my security staff will get a report from you and him tonight. And then we will talk more about this later." 

I nodded and attempted to get up my hands shakily touching the ground. He leaned down and placed his arms underneath my trembling body and carried me to the mansion. I buried my head near his hard chest breathing in the scent of his fresh clean cologne, crying softly. I felt him stiffen in response to my holding onto him. He took me into his office and lay me down on the couch stroking my face. I felt more at ease. 




Sabrina's Education Ch. 02



"You o.k.?" He asked sweetly.

I nodded weakly, scared to death of what was going to happen next. I felt completely drained and exhausted. "Don't leave me please," I held onto his shirt and I felt him stiffen again.

"Of course not Sabrina. I will be here for you. But you have to speak to some people about what happened o.k.?"

It was a long night. I talked to the staff and assured them that no intercourse had taken place. They called in a private doctor anyway. A young woman who made house calls. She asked me a few questions and examined me. They brought in a crime victims expert as well. A kind forensic social worker who counseled me. I cried a lot with her. She told me she would like to see me again and that I was a very strong young woman. 

It was the most embarrassing thing to have to go into details with strangers about something that I had experienced for the first time in my life. A forced sexual encounter with a man before I had even gone out on my first date. I think the counselor got it right. Whether I liked it or not, that night I had become a young woman.

Paul was so kind to me for the whole next month. He assured me he had no plans to return me to the group home or blame me for what happened. Shane was fired immediately without pay. His father was rich and influential and used his weight to get his son a position. Paul informed me that he knew he was trouble from day one and was actually looking for a reason to get rid of him. He just never imagined it would have to be this way. 

I still felt guilty. I did not want to go through a public prosecution and decided to drop any charges against Shane with the agreement that he would accept his dismissal quietly and peacefully. I finally met Karen. Paul called her. He thought I needed a female to confide in besides a counselor. When I met Karen I was completely scared that she wanted me out of the house. She was tall like Paul and very thin, with angular curves. Her skin was translucent. She had long wavy auburn hair that was cut in the chicest of styles and the most beautiful almond shaped green eyes that I have ever seen. She had pretty freckles on her upturned nose and a pretty upturned rosy mouth. It turns out that Karen was no dummy either. She had a masters in Art History and taught in numerous universities before giving it all up to be an interior decorator. She laughed and told me that it was the only way that she could combine her two loves—shopping and art. 

Paul had helped her get her business started but she came from a very wealthy and influential family of physicians. She had three younger sisters and was close to each one. She was arguing with Paul that night because she felt like he was taking on too much and he would never be around. Turns out she was kind of right. I was getting pretty lonely in the place being raised mostly by staff. She gave me her number and we chatted and went to museum lunches together. 

Karen showed me art work and explained technique and style to me. I told her she was brilliant. She looked at me and said that she just had the knowledge but I had what really counted the talent and that blew her away in someone so young. 

I felt so bad and lonely that Paul called Mr. Capota and asked him to give Jenna permission to speak and visit me. Mr. Capota was only too happy to oblige giving Jenna an indefinite pass and free call time for communicating with me. 

I was thrilled and could not wait for the day to come when she would arrive. We planned for her to stay for two weeks. I wanted it to be longer but did not want to come across as too needy or childish. 

Paul, Karen, and I had arranged a whole closet full of new clothes, makeup, and shoes for Jenna. Karen and I even managed to research the best shampoos and skin care lines for her and purchase them as well. I felt like a regular fairy godmother. 

Karen and I went out on daily shopping expeditions. We chatted a bit about sex and I told her I was still a virgin though I had tried "some" things. I didn't tell her about Jenna and me. She told me that she was there for me if I ever needed advice. She even helped me buy my first vibrator. We giggled conspiratorially in the store.

"Are you sure you want one?" she asked me. "God girls get started early these days," she chuckled a little. "I was brought up so strictly. My mother would die if she knew I was doing this." She looked like a little girl with me in the store.

I told Karen mine wouldn't. She really wouldn't. She was really open-minded that way. I once found a drawer full of my mom's vibrators and asked her what they were for and she told me they were for her pleasure. Of course I did not understand then, but I did now and knew she would understand. We bought two rabbits one for Karen and one for me. Mine was a pretty pink. I planned to show it to Jenna. I knew she would get a kick out of it. 

I stole some glances at Karen while we got to know each other. I wondered about her and Paul naked and sexual in bed. I was dying to ask her what their sex life was like but knew it might be too much.

I didn't realize that Paul chewed Karen out later for buying me the vibrator. 

"Christ Karen a vibrator? In a public store? With my visibility? Why didn't you just order one? What were you thinking?" He was livid and feeling a bit uncomfortable about this new revelation concerning Sabrina's sexuality. 

"Paul really, prudery from you darling?" Karen giggled a bit in response. "Look I bought one too!" She waved it in front of him girlishly and he broke out in a boyish grin. 

"Don't you think we have enough toys?" he asked with a wicked tone of voice. He grabbed her and bit her earlobe whispering, "Wear the Ben Wa balls tonight at dinner. I want to see you excited. Please baby." He loved that game. A restaurant and Karen squirming around with her beautiful flushed skin as the waiter came round to ask if everything was going well. He would steal a hand under the table and feel her lovely wetness. Maybe pick a restaurant where they could fuck in the men's room. Tell her to go in and wait for him. 

"Paul..." a worried look passed over Karen. He knew how she felt about exhibitionism. But she conceded and nodded giggling, "Alright." 

"Good girl," Paul leaned down and kissed her passionately. He took the vibrator out of her hands and laid it down on the desk. "We can play with this later."

"But before that there is something I would like to do for you Sir," Karen purred in a seductive tone. 

Paul couldn't resist anything when Karen addressed him as Sir, which she rarely agreed to do. Karen dropped to her knees in front of him and slowly unzipped his trousers. She could feel Paul stiffen in her hands. She brought his beautiful cock to her mouth. Her tongue teased the tip tasting his delicious pre-cum. 

"Hmmm..." she moaned as she drew him into her wet warm mouth. 

Paul groaned and placed a hand on her head; stroking her hair gently. He closed his eyes enjoying the moment. Karen sucked softly at first then more urgently. She needed him so badly like this. Hungry for more she glided him deep into her mouth until his stiff tip hit the back of her throat. 

He pushed his thighs against her moaning as his cock throbbed deep inside her. "Like that baby..." he urged.

She looked up at her boyfriend. His beautiful face deep in the throes of pleasure looking down at her. Sucking harder she grabbed his base and worked him in and out of her mouth allowing him to fuck her face gently. God she was wet. She could feel him about to cum as he braced himself against her. She was hungry to drink his cum. 

"You want it down your throat baby...?" he asked stroking her cheek. 

She nodded. And he came hard inside her. She tasted the familiar milky liquid swallowing hard. 

He dropped to his knees and kissed her deeply holding her tight. "Good baby...now get dressed and put those balls in for me." He could hear her giggle as she hugged him back.

Sabrina and Jenna

Paul was only too happy to oblige with giving Jenna her "small" gift for coming to stay with me. He was feeling incredibly guilty for what happened to me. His mood lifted when he saw how happy I was. He called me into his office and I nervously went to meet him...expecting the worst. I was going to be sent back. I knocked on the door and saw his serious face waiting for me. He had worry lines when he began to speak about what had happened. I looked at him and bowed my head and started to bite my lip. 

"Sabrina, I feel tremendous responsibility for what happened to you by the pool on my property..." he began.

I rushed to him and hugged him tightly. "Please don't feel that way." I looked up into his surprised blue eyes. He pushed me back.

"Sabrina, it was my responsibility to keep you safe," he said serious and hard to read.

"You have." I protested.

"I don't know if it was that choice of bathing suits. I told Karen she should have never...I don't know what she was thinking but..." He bit his lip looking sad.

I wanted desperately to make him laugh. To see that boyish sparkle that I had caught a glimpse of my first night in the dining hall with him. 

"I am happy. And you are going to like Jenna. I promise she won't be a problem at all," I blurted.

"I need to be around for you more Sabrina. And you need to be in school and busy and happy and have some friends." Paul thought about Karen's revelation about the vibrator. "You are a beautiful young lady and you need to be out and have a social life. I can just imagine what it was like in that group home..." his expression went dark and distant as his voice trailed.

"Yes, yes, I will do that. I already know the school. It's near bye. I'll study hard you'll see." I was so excited that he had mentioned school that I did not notice his dark tone. I told him the name of the school that I had picked out and he replied that he knew some people on the board and would be able to get me in by the fall. 

I looked up at him with tears of gratitude in my eyes.

"Will that be enough Sabrina?" he grabbed my chin looking deep in my blue eyes. I wondered what he meant. "I know I can never make up for your loss of your parents." And gripped by an impulse I stroked his cheek and leaned up and kissed it. I hugged him tightly my head on his shoulder. I felt him stiffen a bit.

"I'm not sad Sabrina. I am just concerned about your health, your innocence, and safety." He pulled me in front of him and became serious again. I could tell he was trying to collect himself. I had the feeling Karen told him I was still a virgin and blushed. 

"From now on I want you to promise me you will let either James or Ms. Delpino know where you are going at all times especially if it is anywhere outside the mansion. O.k.? Use the text function on that phone if you have to." I nodded smiling. He was trying to be so fatherly when he said it that it struck me as funny. He was closer in age to older brother than father to me. 

He looked at me, shook his head, and smiled back, "Did I take on too much Sabrina? Will you be o.k. here?"

"Yes. I love it," I replied.

"And as far as Jenna is concerned. You still have a curfew of midnight. James will drive you two anywhere you need to go." He drew in a deep sigh. "And I suppose at one point young lady we will have to get you a license and a car of your own but let's pass that bridge when we get to it. I can give you some tasks around here and you can help with one of my businesses to pay in part for the car."

"Oh I would love that!" I was getting so bored with sitting around and reading all day and working on my art I thought I would scream. He looked surprised at my enthusiasm and chuckled. I saw a glimpse of his boyishness surfacing. 

"You never fail to surprise me Sabrina. You are one fascinating young lady." He looked deep into my eyes. His thoughts seemed to be trailing far away. "You look so much like her..." he whispered and then he shook his head, "Never mind. I hope you are happy here Sabrina."

He handed over his card for Jenna's purchases. I knew her friendship would be as good as any expensive therapist he could hire.

The day finally arrived. I ran to the door and hugged my old dorm mate and friend. 

Jenna laughed looking at me, "Hey kiddo, you look great but I could kill that creep who did that to you," she said again. 

She had told me that dozens of times during our phone and computer conversations and I laughed just happy to see her. 

"What a way to pop your cherry...but you got more to go...at least." 

"Jenna, Jeez," I said blushing and I pushed her playfully. "Come on. Let me show you our little place," I chuckled, noticing her open mouthed gaping at the hallway. I grabbed her bag.

Jenna gathered her composure after the preliminary shock of the vastness of the place. I hugged her tight and lay my head on her shoulder. 

"O.K. Lead the way Cinderella," Jenna joked.

I laughed again looking at my old friend as beautiful as ever. I took her hand and led her to her room. Jenna's room was right near my bedroom so we could conveniently chat and spend the night in our respective bedrooms if we wanted. I helped Karen decorate it and we decided it would be Jenna's official guest room for when she came to visit. I knew Jenna's favorite colors were pink and red and the entire room's theme was pink and red roses. . I sprinkled hearts in as well. Everything was coordinated and ultra tasteful as only Karen could do. The curtains, the bedspread the bathroom towels, robe and slippers, and pajamas all were coordinated beautifully. There was a huge closet stocked with clothes for Jenna from daytime to evening. I bought Jenna a bunch of wonderful makeup sets from the Nordstrom's in the nearby pricey mall. We also stocked her bathroom with the best shampoos and conditioners for Jenna's curly hair type. 

I always hated shopping for myself but I never had more fun than those outings with Karen. I led Jenna to her room, biting down on my lip and opened the door. 

Jenna looked as overwhelmed as I was the first day I entered the mansion. And I wanted to cry when I saw that even though she had worn her best clothes, they still looked shabby next to the grandeur of our surroundings. 

I was so happy about the closet full of clothes I wanted to burst. I told her to close her eyes.

"Sabrina really. I'm not like two ya know," Jenna protested but caved in. I led her to the closet.

"Okay. Open them," I ordered holding my breath. 

"Tah dah..." I waved my arms theatrically at the opened closet full of clothes. 

"What is this?" she looked stunned as she fingered through the hangers. 

"They are your size. What do you think?" I said cheekily smiling wide.

"Oh my God, Sabrina...no way," she shook her head incredulous. Then she slowly smiled. A tear was building up in the corner of her eyes and I could see them watering. I had never seen Jenna cry in all my time at the group home. She grabbed me and hugged me hard. 

"You stupid kid. You didn't have to do that." I heard Jenna sniffle and felt her quickly wipe at her face.

"Jenna, I..I mean Karen and Paul and I...We wanted to..." I wiped her tear and laughed almost crying as well. 

"Really..." I stared hard into her beautiful eyes. "I'm so happy you are here Jen Jen...," I wiped her brown ringlets away from her face.

She smiled with her pearly tiny white perfect teeth, giggling. "This is crazy." 

"Hurry up. I want you to shower and change and meet Paul and Karen," I ordered.

"Yes sir," Jenna gave me a soldier's salute and gazed at her closet in awe. "What do you guys wear at dinner?" She looked stunned a bit.

"Hmm...this will do." I rifled through the clothes and chose a pretty pink wrap around dress with a plunging neckline. It was the right combination of casual and fancy for dinner in the main hall. 

"Your bathroom and shower Madame," I opened the door and made to leave the room. 

"Not so fast you. I missed you." She smirked mischievously, grabbing my hand. "Join me Cinderella... I want to thank my fairy godmother properly." I giggled and looked at my old friend feeling the familiar excitement between my thighs. I was hoping she would want to fool around again. 

"Are you sure?" I asked shyly beaming. 

"Shut up," she grabbed my hand and pulled off my shirt exposing my pretty lacey bra. She leaned in front of me and unhooked it slowly stroking my skin. I gasped at her boldness. Her hands cupped my breasts; fingers teasing my nipples. She bent down and teased one harder with her tongue. I moaned a little. 

"Do you remember what I taught you?" She looked up whispering. I nodded breathing heavier. 

"Pretty Brina," she said admiring my breasts, teasing each nipple with her tongue over and over again. Then her hands slowly worked their way to my jeans unbuttoning and unzipping them. She pushed them down past my thighs, hesitating a bit over my crotch. 

"I remember this," she said pointing to my pussy, grazing it lightly with her fingertip. I moaned and arched a bit towards her. 

"Hungry, I see," she giggled and pulled me towards the shower. "Take them off, or should I?" She pulled the jeans off my legs and feet and started on my panties. Grabbing the panty band she pulled them down roughly, her knuckles grazing my blonde hairs on the way. 

"You stopped shaving?" She asked, fingering the blonde curls. I shrugged. 

"I like it," she added. She then started to pull off her t shirt and unhooked her bra. I gasped at her beautiful breasts again. Wanting to touch them. She leaned down and started to pull down her jeans and panties until she was standing naked in front of me. I turned on the shower and we stepped inside. I soaped her up starting at the pale pink and white of her breasts. Feeling my hands against the sudsy smoothness of her skin, I played with her nipples feeling them tighten. 

She pushed me against the wall and spread my legs. Her palm resting between my thighs slowly massaging me. I moaned feeling her fingers so close to my pussy. She slipped a finger between my lips. 

"You are wet already," she whispered. "Brina, you horny?" She teased. I moaned, "Hmm hhmmm...," in response. 

"Oh poor baby, I can take care of that," she whispered again. She slipped a finger inside of me and I gasped. Her other hand rested on top of my mound and tapped at my clit with one finger as the other fingers teased my puckered hole. She removed her hand from my pussy and I whimpered protesting. She put two fingers into her mouth and sucked on them provocatively before reaching down and gliding them into my pussy. 

I could feel myself contracting around her fingers pulsating. I was starting to build. She took her other hand and pinched my nipples hard. I could feel myself gushing. She removed her fingers from my wet cunt and I gasped protesting. She leaned down on the tile floor and spread my legs, stroking my thighs. She looked at my glistening lips and began to work the clit again with her fingertip. I then saw her push her face in towards my mound. Her tongue began to work its way between my inner labia sliding up and down hitting my clit very, very, slowly. Each time she increased the intensity and lessened her speed. She was driving me crazy with need. I moaned and whimpered for release.

"Please...please...," I felt myself begging.

"Brina. Brina, good things cum to those who wait...," Jenna giggled stroking me. I could feel her admiring my wetness, stroking my lips cooing, "You are so wet..You slut." 

I was holding in my breath gasping harder as the waves of desire built up. Jenna was a pro at the slow release. She licked at my wetness sucking in my juice. I buckled at the pleasurable sensations, my knees trembling with need. 

"I want to say thank you in a very special way and your pussy tastes so good," she teased fingering me slowly again, playing with my breasts. I built again feeling the warmth spread deep inside of me. 




Sabrina's Education Ch. 02



The waves were getting higher and higher. She took two fingers and curved them deep hitting my swollen walls over and over. I gushed all over them feeling the wetness dripping down my ass and thighs. Again she went in and sucked the juices out. I bit my lip trying to relax. She looked up with a smirk and her tongue plunged deep inside of me while her finger pressed against my clit. I gasped and came hard against her mouth. She sucked while my pussy quivered licking me clean, caressing my mound with her palm. 

"Hmmm...now wash me you slut. I'm starved," she ordered with a big smile on her face. 

"Yes sir," and I returned a soldier's salute to her giggling.

And that was how Jenna began her visit to the mansion.

Jenna, Paul, Sabrina, and Karen

Jenna and I made it down to dinner flushed and excited from our shower together. Jenna looked beautiful in her new dress. Like a model. She really was stunning. Her hair glistened from the expensive product she put in it. The ringlets around her porcelain oval face were hanging perfectly. Her long neck was beautiful in her dress and the wide shoulders and bust line made her look very mature. Karen had bought her a pair of striking black pumps to wear at night. Jenna towered over me as I dragged her to the table laughing. Paul looked up appraising Jenna. His eyes were sparkling enjoying our happy time with each other. I won't lie and say I did not notice him checking out my friend. I failed to mention she was model gorgeous. I had chosen a black sequined tank top and black mini with flats to wear to the dinner. I loved the mini because it made my tanned legs look long and lean. Jenna had helped me sleek my thick blonde hair back into a high pony tail. It was very chic. "You both look great!" Karen gushed. "Don't they Paul?"

Paul stood up upon our arrival. "Yes, indeed. Three beautiful young ladies gracing the table. I'm honored."

I giggled a little at Paul's formality. I warned Jenna he was good looking and Jenna looked over at me and mouthed, "Wow." I looked down stifling more laughter. She kicked me under the table and whispered in my ear, "You lucky bitch..." and I giggled louder.

"That's what the house has been missing. Laughter," Paul smiled. 

Karen smiled at me and Jenna. "Well it looks like Jenna is going to bring us a lot of laughter. That is a nice change. Sabrina is so serious at times. And Paul," Karen made a serious face and we all burst out laughing.

"Ok. Ok. I would like to make a toast." Paul stood up and raised his glass of sparkling cider that we opened on celebratory occasions. He forbade me to drink alcohol till I was 21. We all raised our glasses to Paul as he stood.

"I would like to welcome Sabrina officially to our household and to also say thanks to Jenna for visiting our humble abode," Paul reached to clink glasses with Karen and the rest of us.

"Here! Here!" Karen added smiling at Jenna and me.

When the food came around I could tell Jenna was in heaven. I had the kitchen prepare all her favorite foods. She used to keep me up in the group home at night talking about how she was going to eat like a queen when she finally got settled into a good job outside. She wanted roast beef, macaroni and cheese, baked potatoes with sour cream, sweet potatoes and creamed spinach; all the dishes her grandmother made for her before she passed away. Jenna's eyes lit up as each dish was brought out. Her mouth was wide open in disbelief until she realized that I had remembered.

"Eat," I ordered her with a big grin pointing to the serving dishes. 

She nodded and stuffed her face. Paul and I exchanged looks privately remembering my first night in the mansion and how he had laughed at my voracious eating. 

I giggled at Jenna. Jenna smiled at us all chomping away. Her mouth stuffed with food. Karen and Paul burst out laughing. And we all suddenly felt at ease. When dinner was over we had coffee and dessert in the living room and watched a movie on the huge paneled film screen Paul had installed for guests' viewing. 

I caught Jenna quietly assessing Karen as she walked over to the couch and sat by Paul resting her hand on his lap. Karen was chic and stunning as usual in a subtly sexy crimson designer silk dress that hugged all her slim curves. 

Jenna leaned over to me and whispered, "I wanna be her when I grow up." I nodded appreciatively. 

Jenna was falling asleep during the latter part of the film. I had guessed that the whole adjustment coupled with the possible food instilled coma had been a lot for her to absorb. 

Karen and Paul chuckled a bit. "Maybe you two want to head to bed?" Paul asked gently. And yes this time he did sound very fatherly. My heart went out to him. 

Although inside there was a stirring of jealousy when I saw Paul and Karen holding hands. I wanted the best for them and felt guilty about my feelings. I was having more intrusive thoughts about Paul sexually and had pleasured myself to his image more than once in my bed at night. I really liked Karen and wanted them to work out. Maybe I would meet a nice guy at art school. 

I had so much to tell Jenna and ask her that I really could not talk about with either Paul or Karen. I couldn't wait to get Jenna up in my room for private chats.