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The Forbidden Fruit

By: Harper_nolack1



I'm not one to brag, but I looked fantastic that day. I walked with the swagger of a grown woman(nearly 23), placing my legs just right to accentuate my eye candy for any intimidated man who dared look at me. I was powerful like a cobra, and my prey was about to be squeezed to death- figuratively speaking. I just knew when he saw me his lungs would cave in. By he, of course, I meant Jesse.

This all started out as a joke between my two best friends and I. Jenny was the hostess, inviting over me and Monica to go to the mall this weekend and blow off a little steam. The three of us looked a mess, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway, since the first thing we were going to do was get our hair cut. 

"As soon as we're finished, I'm going to shop for a new dress. I can't stand not looking good," Monica pointed out. She was skinny, 5'2, and Asian. I had no idea what the hell she was talking about. I would do her if she wasn't my best friend. 

"Please, Monica, not this again," Jenny complained. "You always look good- you can even pull off that 'just rolled out of bed' look. Remi, however...girl, I don't know what you were thinking." Jenny was the queen bee blonde and former cheerleader of Dull High, fashion guru of the century. 

"What?" I said irritably. "We said we were going to get our hair done so I left it alone." That was my excuse for being a self-proclaimed "artiste". A sophomore in college attempting to be a journalist cares not about what they look like, but how to task manage to get through a certain deadline. 

"Yeah, I agree with Jennifer," Monica chimed in, ignoring my protest. "Ever since you attended college your style has literally gone flat- and we've known you forever. Your case is so not good. No offense." 

I rolled my eyes. "You guys know I don't have the time."

"Make time," Jenny said, drawing out the word "make". "If you don't make time for you, how do you expect Mr. Blue Eyes to make time to look your way?" Mr. Blue Eyes was our reference to Jesse, who I had a humungous crush on for a good 2 and a half years. I had to admit she was right. 

"Remi, honey, we're trying to help you. You need a good fashion therapist and you have two good ones right here you don't even listen to," Monica exclaimed, flipping through a hair magazine. 

"Fine, how would you guys suggest I get Jesse's attention?" I said sarcastically.

"Hair is good," Monica noted. "You're getting that done today."

"Why don't you let me put on a little makeup?" Jennifer suggested. "And a sexy outfit wouldn't hurt, either." 

Makeup. I hadn't touched the stuff since the year after graduated high school. What was the point? I never cared enough to look good for Trent. He never took me out. He was too busy getting high and drunk with his pals. We'd been dating those two point five years I've liked Jesse- his best friend. 

"Yeah, you're single now! You can tap Jesse's fine ass," Monica purred. 

"What does it matter? He's off-limits- the forbidden fruit, remember? I just can't have sex with my ex-boyfriend's best friend. That would just be wrong."

"Earth to Remi? You don't have to care about what Trent thinks. You guys are broken up now. Why should it matter if you have a little fling?" Jenny said. 

"It's been a month, Jenny. I seriously doubt he's over me."

"Are you stupid? He's not going to change. I think you're the one who's not over him."

I sighed. I knew it was a hopeless attempt to take Trent back- it would be my decision. Lately, I'd been moving my stuff out of his apartment and into my own, one I'd been planning to have with a year's worth of time thinking about this break up; this was time in between college homework. Trent and I had been talking like good friends, and it was hard not to start back up again and flirt with him. 

"Are you crazy? Seriously, Jen, I'm done with him." 

"What's all the being friendly and tickling him?" Monica asked, raising an eyebrow. The two had come over to help me move all of my stuff out, which should have been done a month ago. I'd been screwing around and taking my time, and my best friends caught me red-handed. 

"Okay, fine. I know I really have to get my shit and get out of there. Or else I'll never quit. He's not good for me."

"No, he's not," Monica replied. "Let's get your stuff this evening. I bet you-know-who will be there." She sauntered off , looking at me with dreamy eyes as the hair stylist called her over. 

I ran my fingers through my not-yet trimmed hair nervously as Jenny whispered, "You want him, and he's gotta want you. It's obvious. We'll just go over there and see what happens, ok?"

I suddenly felt encouraged to seduce Trent's best friend. Oh, god, was this so wrong and so right at the same time. My hormones throbbed like a teenage girl whenever he was around. How come I never felt that way with Trent? My heart pounded wildly in my chest as I smiled a devious smile at Jenny. "Well, okay, but there's no guarantee he's over there."

"That's my girl," she said. 

Later that day we roamed the mall in search of the latest updates on our wardrobes. My hair added new, vigorous energy to my mood. I had never felt so full of life since I'd gone to the prom with Robbie Benson, my high school crush. 

We took a break from our serious searching for clothes to gape at the vintage shop on the right-hand side of the mall. "Check it out!" I said. "We have to go in!"

Jenny and Monica gave each other a look. 

"Come on, you guys. I don't wanna be the only one in the group who isn't a stuck-up little priss."

"Oh, it's on," said Monica, rushing into the store. "I bet I can rock out the ugliest thing in this place."

Jenny and I followed behind, laughing and chattering loudly. The store owner gave us a curious look, a faint "hello", and went back to what she was doing. By the time we were looking at the stores in the purses, Monica had already gone into the dressing room.

"Hey, guys, look at this." She was wearing an ugly, lime green shirt with ruffles on the sleeves. It had a pink cat on the front. 

"Eew," Jenny said.

"Wow, we're in kindergarten." I shook my head. 

"Hey, look at that dress!" Jenny said, pointing to a short, red vintage dress on one of the mannequins. It was short-sleeved with a v-neck and went barely past the waist. It looked like something a sexy secretary would wear. 

"Wow, what a joke," Monica said. "Hey, Remi, that thing would definitely get Jesse's attention." She snorted. "Looks like an anime cosplay."

"It's a little too skimpy for me." I shook my head.

"I dare you to try it on!" Jenny pointed a finger at me.

"Fine," I said, motioning to the shop owner to help me get it off the mannequin. I went into the dressing room and took my clothes off. Damn. My boobs were so big; that was one thing I was proud of. I looked in the mirror and my eyes bulged out of my sockets. I could not believe what I was seeing- a hot sex goddess in red was staring at me with the same bewildered expression. My boobs looked perky and my cleavage made them look better; above them was the small dip in my neck, showing off my collar bone. The dress hugged me tightly and accented every curve. I turned around and looked at my cute little round ass that I didn't think I had. My legs looked long and delicate.

When I got out of the dressing room, Monica and Jenny were hunched over, looking at some scarfs. "Hey, guys," I called. In unison they both gasped. 

"Damn!" Jenny cried. "That looks way better on you than I thought it would!"

"You slut!" Monica hollered ecstatically. "We absolutely have to stop shopping and go over to Trent's right now. There is no way Jesse can say no to that."

"Guys, don't be silly. I'm not getting it," I said, flushed.

"Yes, you ARE," Jenny said. "You have to. I would so fuck you right now if I could."

After several pleads from the girls and much convincing, I decided to go with it. I did look hot, and if it made the girls react that way, I wondered what it would do to Jesse. As we walked out of the mall, I was still wearing the dress, as demanded by my friends. Apparently, we were all going to Trent's "right this minute". Everyone and their brother looked my way. I don't think I'd ever gotten that much attention in my life. 

"Did you see the way all those guys were looking at her?" Monica said to Jenny as we packed our stuff in the trunk of Jenny's car and got in.

"I know, I'm telling you guys- I swear I saw this guy sticking his hand down his pants and playing with himself." We all laughed.

"That's disgusting, Jen," I said.

"God, I can't wait to see that pathetic look on Trent's face when he sees you. Asshole," Jenny remarked. 

"Or even better- Jesse's!" Monica shrieked. 

"Now that we've gotten your hair done and did your clothes, how about a little makeup?" Jenny said. 

"Okay," I replied, "But don't make it too dramatic."

Letting Jenny do my makeup was a huge mistake. She was globbing on cherry-red lip gloss, black eyeliner, smudging it every which way, and dark eyeshadow. "Red lip gloss? Isn't that a little much?" Jenny held her finger up as if to stop my sentences from flowing. I was scared to even look at my face, especially after Monica mouthed, "Oh, my god..." and cupped her hands over her mouth. Do I look like a clown? I thought.

"What? I told you, Jen- 

But Jenny was smiling pleasantly. "What did I tell you, Monica, huh? I'm amazing."

I looked in the mirror at the reflection I couldn't believe was my own. The sex goddess now had dark, mysterious cat-eyes, pouty lips, long lashes, milky-white skin... The red was a shock but looked surprisingly good. 

"Okay, now run your tongue over your lips, but don't mess up the gloss," Jenny said. I did as I was told and received an excited squeal from Monica. "Hot. So hot," Jenny said. "You're officially ready."

We pulled up in front of Trent's apartment and I got a pep-talk from the girls. "Okay," Monica started. "Just be cold to Trent, because he's going to flirt with you, and if you can't tough it out you'll end up having sex with him and not Jesse."

"God, you guys, I'm not going to fuck him, just tease him a little."

"Trust me, he'll want you so bad, you will," said Jenny. "Let's come with her so we can snap her out of it if she does something stupid."

"Good call," Monica said.

We knocked on the door for a few seconds. A few minutes later, Trent answered in his boxers. He looked a mess, and it was a huge turnoff. I was pretty sure I could save myself after that. Then I would get my stuff and never see him again. He had to do a double-take before he realized it was me. 

"Remi? Is that you? You look incredible." His eyes lit up, and I could see fire in them.

I put the fires out with my cold words: "I came to get my stuff for good."

The words were like a slap in his face. "Sure," Trent said quietly. "Come on in."

The girls and I pushed past him and I started hoarding knick-knacks and books off the shelves. "Can you guys take these to the car?" I asked Jenny and Monica. "I gotta grab some stuff. I'll be ok," I added.

Trent, assuming it was okay because I wasn't going to be doing any heavy lifting, decided the last statement wasn't suspicious. "So what are you all dressed up for?" He said after they left. 

"Just going to a club and doing a little dancing," I replied. 

"Oh," he muttered.

That was one thing I hated about Trent. He didn't like to dance. "Anyway, I think I'm done here, so sayonara."

"Wait," he said, eyeing my boobs. "Can I have a hug?"

I felt too old for his little games. I felt like a grown woman talking to a sixteen year-old boy. "No thanks," I said. "See ya later." Trent opened the door, hovered as he watched me walk away, and went silently back inside.

I shut the door in his face and disappeared as soon as possible. I was so disappointed that Jesse wasn't there; I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to go to some stupid club- I know it was childish. I just wanted to see, more than anything in the world at that moment, if Jesse wanted me. That would be enough. I got in the front seat of the car and slumped into it. "Jesse wasn't anywhere in sight," I said, bummed. 

"Yeah, but it was so worth it seeing that look on Trent's face," Jenny snickered. "He stared at you for like, 10 minutes as you walked out the door." Just when I was about to reply, a black truck pulled up and Monica gave another squeal. "It's Jesse! Hurry! You have to get out there!" I looked reluctant as Jenny ushered, "Go!" I stumbled outside and got to my feet. There he was, tall, full, luscious lips and brown eyes that seared into my skull whenever he looked at me. He was so damn sexy.

Back to where we were before. I swung my hips as every male, all ages, in their apartment complexes peered at me from their patios, porches, balconies, and tennis court. Like a diety I made my way effortlessly to Jesse's car. The girls had already left before I had the chance to say bye. They were pushing this all the way, and I was grateful. He almost dropped his cell phone when he saw me. His eyes jolted everywhere- my new hairstyle, my makeup, my legs, my breasts.

"Hey, Remi," he said, seeming to be a little confused about what was going on. Jesse took his sunglasses off and smiled that perfect, crooked smile I want to melt for. God, just take me now, I thought. I could feel my nipples beginning to harden under my bra.

"Hey," I said back, pushing my hair to the other side of my shoulder and looking up innocently. I waited, savoring every moment as his eyes grazed my face and my body with the discomfort of guilt I could see in his eyes. He seemed to be enjoying himself, despite it. Yes. Tripping all over himself like a puppy, I thought. My pussy tingled as his eyes got lost in every curve of my body; it looked as if he were not able to control what was going on in his mind as he rubbed his head and squinted his eyes shut. 

I ignored it, almost not being able to compose myself because of the fact I was enjoying this too much. I peered down at his jeans and couldn't believe what I saw- little Jesse. I wanted to kiss his body all the way down and feel his warm skin on my lips and his hard cock in my hand. I looked up, pleased. 

"This is kind of a funny story but the girls left me here and I have no way back...can you take me home?"

His cheeks flushed and his eyes gazed at me as if he were asking if what I was saying were real. I smiled a small, devilish smile as I realized what he was thinking. This was so priceless. Then, a switched flicked on in his head. "Oh, yeah, sure. I was about to stop by and hang out with Trent but it's only 10 minutes away, right? My cell phone died but he'll know I'll be there soon. He always blows me off and shows up an hour later anyway." 

I nodded and felt sorry he was still Trent's friend.. I knew that feeling. As soon as we were in the car, he turned the radio on and looked straight at the road, looking at me out of the corner of his eyes every once in awhile. We said nothing until he asked, "Is this your stop?"

"Yes," I replied. "Just turn in here." 

He pulled into the parking lot. "Okay," he said uncertainly. "Good to see you again." He grinned that crooked smile and I was swarmed with thoughts of flinging myself on top of him. Just then, the truck engine made a sputtering noise and the car turned off. "Shit!" he cried. "Stupid ass truck! I've been meaning to get this fixed." He tried turning the keys in the ignition several times, but no luck. 

"Hey, you don't mind if I borrow your cell phone, do you?" Jesse asked.

"Sure," I said, heading to unlock my apartment. "Hey, you don't have to stand out here in the cold. Come on in," I offered. 

"Thanks," he muttered as he followed me inside.

I finished unlocking my door and turned around. "By the way, do you know anything about- I stopped as Jesse jerked his gaze toward my face. I caught him staring at my legs and my ass. Too slow. Poor boy. I was torturing him. I went inside and clicked the lights on. He plopped on the couch and I joined him with two beers. "Thanks," he said again, watching me.

"God, this is weird," Jesse finally admitted. "You look so good in that dress, I can't stop staring at you. You just broke up with my best friend."

Thank you god! I almost had tears streaming down my face. I never thought this would happen. I smiled. "Thank you."

"Sorry," he said openly. 

"It's ok," I said. "I've always had a crush on you."

"Yeah, I've liked you too, but I could never say that to Trent."

"Really?" My heart was pounding. I wanted to egg him on, to hear more.

"Yeah. The first time I saw you I thought, 'that girl is hot.' I would always be jealous of Trent. But anyway, I'm sure it's weird because he's waiting for me right now, so I probably should call him..."

"Oops," I realized, embarrassed. I had left my phone in Jenny's car. No joke. I could not believe what was happening. Was this for real?

"What?" Jesse pressed. 

"Umm...this is kind of embarrassing, but I left my phone in Jenny's car."

"Wow," Jesse said. "No phone, no car..." He smiled, shaking his head as if he'd gone crazy. 

"But I can always wait until Monica comes over. She's supposed to be coming over in about 15 minutes," I lied. I wanted to come up with an excuse for him not to leave the house and look for another phone to use. 

"Is that okay if I stay here until then?" Jesse asked politely. 

"Yeah, it's fine," I assured him. 

He sipped on his beer and watched tv as I sat next to him awkwardly. I looked over at him staring at the tv. He looked so gorgeous. I looked away as he turned to look at me. Then, we ended up looking at each other. I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned in hopefully. He leaned away. "This is so wrong," he said, "all the things I'm thinking right now. I have a girlfriend, you know."

"I know," I said softly, looking down. 

"If I were single and you weren't just with my best friend, I would kiss you..."

Then, it happened. His full, sexy lips were on mine, his tongue inside my mouth. He nipped at my lower lip, and we were lost in the kiss for a good minute and a half.

"What just happened?" I wondered aloud. 

"I don't know," Jesse said, as he leaned in to kiss me again. His mouth penetrated mine and he sighed as if he'd wanted this for a long time. My body surged with sexual energy. It was so strong I couldn't contain it. Jesse was apparently feeling it too, because he forced his body against mine, knocking it down on the couch. His hand slid down my neck and brushed my arm. Suddenly, he realized what he had done and got up. "I can't believe this. I have a girlfriend."

We walked toward my apartment door, both of us stunned at what had finally happened. He looked at me again sadly before he reached toward the door. "You look so innocent, like a doll." He paused, slowly making his way toward me. As he got closer, he took in the smell of my hair, and this made me shudder, slightly whimpering. I could barely contain myself and wondered what he would do to me next. My head was swimming. Jesse's masculine hands ran slowly across my stomach and played with my belly button ring. I let one hand run upward, exploring and playing with my nipple.

I moaned as he kissed my shoulders and dug his teeth into my neck. My hands slid down the sides of his face, and one reached to tug on his hair as he held me from behind. I felt all the muscles in his chest as my hand started moving downward and shuddered again. I wanted him so bad, and for the first time, I could see he wanted me too. I placed my hand on his bulging jeans and squeezed, pressing my body against his as he let out a gruff moan.

My fingers looked for his zipper and played on the edge of his boxers before running my hands over the top of them. He let out another moan as the top of his pants soaked slightly with pre-cum.


The Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02



Okay, so I admit. It was dirty, rotten, and sneaky what I was doing. Trent or Jesse's girlfriend still didn't know what was going on, even after a week of Jesse and I being together. The worst part was that most of this was on Jesse's hands- he was the one who would suffer losing a best friend and a relationship with his girlfriend because of me. I was never the girl who would deliberately go behind someone's back and ruin a good relationship- not to mention two at the same time. 

Nights after Jesse was asleep in my bed, I'd shower, finish my upcoming deadlines and just think. I would think about the way Jesse made love to me, hot, passionate sex. Sex that deeply connected us to a level of understanding no one else could but us. We began to form a secret world, one of which not even Monica and Jenny knew of, as I had less and less to say about it the more I talked with them. 

I knew eventually what was our flimsy, hidden world would be discovered and nothing would be left but ruins and bonds we both were responsible for breaking. With each passing night after intense love-making, I could feel myself start to be irritated, and resentfully dreaded becoming that girl every guy hated: the Nagging Girl. That was the last thing I wanted to be. Every time Jesse and I were in each other's arms, I would think about the moment it would all be ruined when his sobbing girlfriend would call me on the phone and ask me why I was in the middle of their love nest. 

I also couldn't seem to further myself into a deeper connection with Jesse unless I became the Nagging Girl. I would hold my breath every time I thought of saying what I knew we were both thinking: "When are you going to break up with her?" I didn't want to push the issue, but I also didn't want to be responsible for the mess I'd have to pick up later. Of course, if I did mention it, we would have to bring up the subject to Trent, something that would not be easy to do. 

With an unselfish perception of not wanting anyone to get hurt came a very covetous feeling for Jesse to be all mine. It was almost more overwhelming than my conscience. My mind began to wonder questions I dared not think about: How did Jesse and Sarah make love? How did Jesse treat her? Did he ever think of me when he was with her? Had he even seen her lately?

As Jesse and I sat on his couch in his cozy apartment, watching the blaring television(nothing was on in particular), my irritation nearly rose to the surface as I struggled to chain the feeling up and distribute it in a mature matter. 

"Jesse," I cooed, stroking the side of his beautiful face with my finger. He looked at me and smiled, putting an arm around me. I sighed comfortably and leaned my head against the side of his rippled chest. His leftover cologne was still faintly on his warm skin.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He complimented in an easy-going, husky voice, running his fingers through my brown hair. It depleted my irritated feeling but replaced it with a discomfort of how to bring up the subject. 

I kissed him on the cheek and got to my feet, carrying our glasses to the sink. This would make it so I didn't have to concentrate so hard while pacing back and forth in front of him. "You know, when you were going to the bathroom earlier..."

"Mm-hmm," he replied sweetly. 

"There was a message on the answering machine from Sarah." I squeezed my eyes shut, facing the kitchen sink and preparing myself for what was to come next.

"Oh," he said, and I was unsure if he would finish his sentence or not. Obviously it was not the conversation he wanted to be having.

"Jesse," I repeated, getting irritable. "I hate to be the jealous type, but honestly, two-sided relationships aren't really my thing. I mean, there's the getting hurt, and yes, the jealousy, I admit... and it's not like I want you all to myself- well, no, I do, but..."

"Shh," Jesse comforted me, putting a finger to my lips. He bent down to kiss me, and my mind went fuzzy. He was dancing around the subject, and putting up a good fight to do so. I pulled myself away from him. 

"Have you even talked to Sarah since last month when we started this whole mess?" I questioned, concern on my face.

"Remi," he said my name softly.

"Please tell me you're not that guy who's too chicken shit to break up with your own girlfriend." I hated everything about that statement, the fact that I was one of those girls, the ones my old boyfriends would be with when I wasn't around to know about it. Yes, it was a tough situation, but he couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't do this anymore, and I wanted the proof that Jesse and I would work out. 

Jesse closed his eyes and rubbed his thumb and forefinger on his forehead. "Remi...it's been a month. It's too early. I just want us to be for awhile, ok?" His hands were on my shoulders as he kissed my neck. 

The next day, my own unofficial rulebook of relationship experience kicked in. Rule # 57 of Dr. Remi's Dating Advice: If he's cheating with you, he's most likely to cheat on you when you make it exclusive. Rule # 87: Honey, this is one start to another crappy one. This is not just "seeing" him- no way. If this guy's as obsessed with you as you are of him, 80% chances are that he's unhappy and just enjoying the thrill of his escape from his own relationship. 

I tossed and turned, finally deciding to get up and two-way call my friends for guidance. I decided to call Jenny, since she was the most unforgiving and hardest to get through after you've given her the cold shoulder for awhile. "Hello?" Jenny responded as she picked up the phone.

"Hey," I replied. "It's me."

"Remi? Wow, how long has it been, a year?"

"Sorry, Jen," I apologized. I hadn't realized how into this situation with Jesse I was. "I've been caught up in some deadlines..."

"Oh, bullshit, Remi. Jesse's got your full attention now- we're not stupid. Glad you finally called since you have the time," she threw in sarcastically.

I said nothing. She was right. 

Jenny huffed out a long, slow breath, taking time to start her next sentence. "I'm sorry, Remi. I've just been so frustrated with you not letting me in and all. I mean, Monica and I did help you get him."

"I know," I said truthfully. "I really am grateful."

"Aww, we love you anyway," Jenny said, getting back to her usual cheerful spirit. " And I'm glad you took our advice and you still look sexy. So how are things with Jesse anyway, if I'm ok to ask?"

"Yes, it's fine," I assured. "You asking me, I mean. Hey, I kind of wanted to do a two-way call with you and Monica. Would that be ok?" 

"Sure, if you can reach her. I called and she hasn't been answering the phone. I wonder if she went out with that Bryan guy? She kept talking about him yesterday."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot. She's probably sleeping with him at the moment," I grumbled. 

"More than likely. Now it's just me who needs some action. I guess I'm kind of jealous of you and Monica," Jenny joked.

"Ha," I retorted. "If anything, Monica is the only lucky one right now." I sank into Jesse's couch grimly. He was away at work, so I could be free to talk about anything I wanted at the moment.

"Why? What's going on? He's not having sex with you anymore?"

"Oh, believe me, we are," I said matter-of-factly. "But it's that girlfriend thing that's driving me up the wall."

"Well, it's only been a month, right? Give it time."

"That's what he said," I muttered. "But that's the thing, Jen. He's been cheating on his girlfriend- for a month. And the last thing I want to do is go all unworthy cheater girl on him and claim him as rightfully mine. But it's the hiding around that annoys me. If I'm with him, I should be 'that cool girl Jesse shows off to his friends', not 'that bitch who's sneaking around with Sarah's boyfriend." 

"No one knows, though, so technically you're not a bitch."

I chuckled. "You know what I mean, Jen. I don't want to be ashamed of us anymore. I want to be able to see him with the freedom and without the worrying about his girlfriend walking into his apartment one day. That's it- that's what I want. No dirty little secret, and no more sneaking around." 

"Yeah, that does make sense," Jenny replied thoughtfully. "Why don't you give him an ultimatum?"

"It just doesn't make sense to leave him for that, though, considering it's my fault."

"Yeah, but don't you think she deserves to know what's going on? He may be ok with cheating, but that doesn't mean you're not ok with it. And that he has to hurt someone he loves."

I cringed at those last words. "Please don't say that. Hey, ya know, this is funny coming from a person who does a lot of sneaking around with girls' boyfriends," I snorted.

"What can I say? I've been caught many a time in this situation. Now it's my turn to pass my thoughts on to you- either ignore it, leave him, or tell her yourself, because he won't."

"Are you sure about that?" I asked unsurely.

"Honey, people who cheat- want it all. Unfortunately they can't have both without their significant other soon finding out about it. He'll never tell her if he can keep going through with it."

"I guess you're right," I concluded. 

"Just do him a little favor and warn him if you do tell her. That may help encourage him to break up with her instead of her finding out from a stupid bimbo. No offense."

I laughed. "None taken. I'd hate me too." We said bye and I thought about the situation for a long time. How nice it would be to just be with him, no strings attached. How nice it would be to even just be 'seeing each other' and not me having to be his secret mistress. I settled on visiting Sarah's house. It was against Jenny's advice, but I intended to go without telling Jesse. 

I had known where her house was because of the fact that Trent and I had visited a few times before, with Jesse being there. I was halfway to her house when I got an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach and had to turn back. It wasn't my place to tell her- after all, I'd be the "stupid bimbo" Jenny was referring to. I had to call Jesse or break it up. 

Just as I reached for my phone, however- it rang. "Hello?"

It was Monica. "Hey, girl! What's up?"

"Not much," I replied. "Just struggling with my conscience. I was heading over to Sarah's house to confess what was going on."

"Ooh," Monica said, as if she had just watched someone fall face first on the sidewalk. 

"Exactly," I concurred. "I decided it wouldn't be such a good idea after all. I'm thinking about just breaking it off. I don't know if I can deal with being his little mistress any longer. It kind of stings."

"Imagine how she feels," Monica's stern voice came out clearly through the receiver.

"Yeah, yeah..." 

"Anyway, Remi, I'd love to give some input on this Jesse thing but I have something disappointing to tell you."

"Oh, no," I said. "What is it?"

"Remember last month, right before this fling with Jesse started, and you had to go to Trent's house to get your things?"

"Ugh, yes," I said. "Which I hopefully got everything of this time." 

Monica was quiet. 

"Hello? Monica? Ya there?"

"Remi, that jewelry box is still-

I turned my car around and stopped her. "Don't. Don't say another word. I know exactly what you're going to say." I groaned in exasperation. "Shit!"

How is it that I had gotten everything out of Trent's house and not that necklace? I had gotten it for my 21st birthday when my aunt came to the area to visit, who was quite well off. The necklace was small and silver, with a heart locket attached to it. In the middle of that locket encrusted on it was a diamond. Small, but genuine. On the back, my name had been engraved on it. 

I had to go back and get it. Damn, I thought bitterly. One more reason to once again go to Trent's house. As if I weren't stressed enough already. 

"I hate to ask, Monica, but can you come with me? I don't want to go in there and get it myself. I'd rather not see him."

"Yeah, sure, Remi. No problem. I'll get it for you."

I was thinking about the words I'd say to Trent as I drove to pick up Monica. It was only going to be one stop and back, so I offered to pick her up for doing me this favor, instead of her wasting gas money. 

"Seriously, I forgot my necklace," I said aloud as I pictured the scene. I made an annoyed face and mock scoffed. "You know how important it is to me."

Monica saw me pulling up and got into the car. We drove over, talking on the way about her latest catch, Bryan, and pulled into the parking lot. "Okay," I ran through it again. "Just get the necklace for me and we'll be on our way. Simple enough."

"Right," Monica said, nodding. "Be right back."

I watched as Monica slammed to door and jogged up to Trent's apartment. In the distance, she knocked on the door, standing in silence as she waited for Trent to open it. I went through my phone and read some text messages. Looking up, I saw that Monica was still standing there. That was odd. I had recognized Trent's car in the parking lot as we pulled up. Fuming, I looked in my contacts to call Monica on her cell phone to tell her to forget about it. He always did this. He always ignored people, whether it was on the phone or someone blatantly knocking on his door. Even when Trent was there, he still avoided everyone. 

Before I pressed "Send", Monica was inside Trent's house. Whew. Good, I thought, glad Trent wasn't being a dick this time. A few minutes later, Monica came out looking shocked and distressed at the same time. She returned to my car with... nothing. 

"What happened?" I drilled her curiously. 

She sat there, stunned in the passenger's seat and turned my car off. "You have to come inside."

"What? No! I thought we agreed on this. Why? Did he want me to?"

Monica shook her head. "Please, Remi, just trust me."

She grabbed my hand and yanked me urgently in the direction of Trent's apartment. The door was slightly cracked open. 

"Is he in there or what?"

"He's- he's peeing!" she hissed. "Now come on!"

"Great, that's just great, Monica. I came here to watch Trent pee." I rolled my eyes sarcastically. 

She silently wedged a toe in the door and moved it open so we could get inside his apartment. When we were inside and Trent wasn't in sight, I looked at the bathroom, which had the light off and was opened. No one was in there. 

"Okay, he's not in there. What's going on, Monica?"

And then- I heard it. A load moan echoed through the house and made me jump. 

"Eew- Monica!" I whispered harshly. "Why the hell are we still here?"

Ignoring me, she tiptoed to the door. It was open a crack, and I saw everything. Trent was bare-ass naked, fucking what appeared to be a pair of legs dangling over his bed. 

I closed my eyes and started to walk away as the moaning continued in a constant, rhythmic pattern. "I did not need to see this, Monica. Let's go!"

"Remi, she's wearing your necklace!" Monica hissed.

"What?" I blinked.

There she was, as Trent conveniently moved over to the side so I could see her- pink nipples exposed freely, belly button stretched, shaved pussy with Trent inside of her- wearing my necklace. 

"Bitch!" I cried angrily, though it had less of an effect as a whisper. Over Trent's force against the bed and her moaning, they wouldn't have heard us anyway. I looked at them again. "He was pretty good in bed," I confirmed to Monica as she continued watching, wide-eyed.

"Want some popcorn?" She teased. 

"Oh, my god!" I realized. 

"What? I was kidding."

"No! That's Sarah!"

"What!?" Monica cried, confused. "Are you positive?"

I felt as if I were about to throw up. "Yup, that's her..." I should have felt good about this. It should have made me feel less like a skank, running around with Jesse, but it only made me feel worse for some reason. True, my situation wasn't much better, but I had just started sleeping with Jesse a month ago. I wondered how long this had been going on behind Jesse's back. Or mine.

Sarah's moaning got a little further apart, and I could tell she was cumming. Just as Trent pulled out of her and came on her stomach and all over her breasts, Monica and I departed, forgetting our mission all together.

I wondered how I would break the news to Jesse as I got home. Would it be smarter if I didn't say anything? I lied on my bed after a good shower, thinking the situation over, and soon fell asleep. It was midnight when I woke up with a knock on my door. Jesse was outside my door, a grin on his face. "Hello, beautiful," he said, engulfing me in a hug and kissing me on the cheek. 

"Ooh, nothing but a robe on." Jesse smiled, playfully pulling at my robe belt.

"No," I said, almost too seriously. 

He must have noticed the anxiousness in my voice because he said, "What's wrong, babe?" When I didn't answer, he pressed on. "Come on, tell me what's on your mind."

"Am I your mistress?" I asked. I wanted to see where he really stood with Sarah, to let him know she had hurt him too.

He laughed. "No, are you crazy!? Look, we didn't really talk this morning. I know I was dodging the question, but I like where we are now."

"I know you do," I said uncertainly.

"If you're going to break up with Sarah, you should break up with Trent, too. We all did a good job of screwing you two's friendship up."

He laughed, a little confused. "What? Listen, Trent's over you, alright? He's already seeing other people. He'll come to accept it in time. He knows you two will never get back together. You're just going to have to be friends-

"Jesse, he's seeing Sarah."

He stopped. "What...?" He said weakly. I don't even think he was in the same room with me at that minute. 

"He's seeing Sarah," I repeated. "It was pretty wrong of us to do this, but for one thing, I already broke up with Trent, and for another thing, from the looks of it they may have been doing this longer than us."

"From the looks of it? What does that mean?" Jesse demanded.

"I stopped at his house to get something I left there. We saw them."

"What, you saw them fucking?" Jesse said sardonically.

"Yes," I replied. 

Suddenly, Jesse laughed loudly, almost maniacally. "What the hell kind of shit is this?" I could tell he was hurt, but I couldn't tell if he was angry or indifferent. 

"I'm going to call him," he said, glancing at me to see if I were joking. 

Instead I just said, "Ask him where my necklace was this evening. It was around her neck when we walked in on them. It was supposed to be in a jewelry box."

Jesse shook his head. "This is unbelievable." 

I sat on my couch, reading a book as I waited patiently for Jesse to return. I began to get worried when the time drew later and later. Finally, Jesse appeared an hour later, looking sunken and worn out. He sat next to me on the couch. Our shoulders touched, and we were quiet for a long time, until he finally spoke.

"The necklace was next to his night stand. 'Right where you left it,'" he quoted. "He did have to wonder why I brought that up."

Before I was about to return the conversation, he kept going. "I cheated on Sarah. But you were right. He had been doing this for a long time. He finally broke down and told me. He's a good friend. I just can't believe he's been going behind my back. I was more disappointed about that. But I have no room to talk. I told him it was no big deal- I'd been making love to the girl that he still wasn't over, and that I've liked her ever since we met." 

I was confused. Jesse had said Trent was over me. Maybe it wasn't a long enough time frame.

He smiled at me, almost peacefully. "So I guess that makes us even."

It was three in the morning when we made love. I had heard that 3:00 was the most peaceful time in the world- all accept for when we went into the living room and Jesse went over to play my drum set. "Shh!" I snarled. "You're going to wake up the neighbors and they're going to call the cops on us!"




The Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02



"I can think of other ways we can wake up the neighbors." 

Jesse came close to me; his scent was intoxicating. He started at the bottom of my robe and slowly slid it up, running a hand against my smooth leg. He rested his hand on my hip, as his fingers got closer to my bikini line. He was teasing me. I wanted him to touch me so badly, but he was giving away his little pleasures in pieces.

While one of his hands explored my inner thighs, the other hand was on the robe to my belt and tugged on it. He had an evil, sexy crooked grin as my robe dropped to the floor. His hand on my back, he pulled me close to him, my completely naked body touching him; he was fully clothed but could feel my nipples swelling up against his body. His hand went down the side of my curves slowly, coming back up to cup a breast in one hand. He cupped it upward to start, and then released some of my tension by sliding his forefinger and middle finger together downward across my nipple in a diagonal motion.

I was amazed at how hot it got me. 

"Oh, my god,you have the most amazing body," he said, his mouth against mine, drawing in his breath sharply. That was the signal of him getting a boner. 

I bit his lip as I slowly pulled his shirt off. His masculine, sexy body made me weak in the knees. I ran my hand down his chest, getting wet as he grabbed my ass. My finger rested in his belly button and went further down as I got him back- one hand got almost close enough to his cock and pulled away. I ran my finger just below his stomach- it was one of his turn-ons. Then I began to get closer to his cock, running my hand over the outside of his jeans. He could feel it enough to make him draw in that sharp breath again.

Jesse's hand began to move from my inner thigh to the top of my female parts, barely away from my aching clit. It was a game; the closer I got to pleasuring him, the more pleasure I got in return. It was almost as if we wanted to see how close we were to going over the edge before we actually started. I moaned softly as my hand ran back and forth over his cock, this time on his boxers. Two of his fingers rewarded me by running barely across my naked clit and pressing into it briefly. My hand went all the way down his pants and rubbed against the warm skin of his cock, and I pulled his pants down as they slid slowly to the floor. 

As I gripped it firmly in my hand, Jesse sent another wave of pleasure through my tingling clit, once again pressing his fingers against it in circles that exerted a small amount of pressure, manipulating it just right. It was more enjoyable by my wetness that accompanied the sensation. "Mmmm," was all he could say, fully hypnotized by my body. Finally, gasping for breath he managed to say so softly it tickled the edge of my skin: "I want you so bad."

How we ended up on my drum stool next to my drum set I don't know. Jesse pushed his cock slowly inside of me and penetrated the outside edges my hole; this sent sensations across my body as it fully slid in. I positioned on top of him, legs spread apart, draped over either side of his hip. I could feel myself tightening around him as I began to bounce up and down. His hands were resting on the curves of my body and my back took the form of an arch. My body barely lifted away from him to continue; his hands moved down to my cheeks. My breasts were bouncing up and down as we started panting heavily. I could feel the moans helplessly escaping my throat as every second hit.

Soon it was as if Jesse's hands were forcing my body downward, craving my wet, tight hole over his big hard cock. I kept my composure as I told myself not to come yet- to keep going, make it last longer. I was pushing myself against him harder, him thrusting himself in me deeper and with more force. Feeling this a few times, I lost it. 

My nails scratched down his back and he moaned like a wild animal. I tried to wait but I couldn't hold it anymore. I came really hard, and it felt so good I was doubling over in a rainbow of multiple orgasms while his cum squirted on the outside of my pussy. 

Exhausted, we slept until early in the morning. I'm so glad I had black-out curtains over my windows; I wasn't ready for morning, and neither was Jesse. "We both got what we wanted," Jesse said softly, tracing his fingers over my back.

"Hmm?" I asked groggily, confused about his statement.

"Well, you wanted me to break up with Sarah and I got you after all these years of waiting for you."

"Yeah, I guess it kind of worked out that way, huh? How weird."

Even though it would have been nice he'd broken up with her in the first place, I didn't mind. You couldn't really rush things- sometimes, they just happened.



The Forbidden Fruit Vol. 01 Bk. 01



Volume One – Ivy 

Book One - A Night on the Town 

Chapter One 

Welcome To the Opera 

It was finally the weekend, and Ivy had been waiting for it like a warm summer day in the middle of winter. She had broken up with her lover back in October and had actually never found the love that she was looking for. Yes, Ivy is a beautiful, young, sexy girl, but what she had been looking for all her life was simply someone to love her for herself, not the physical beauty that she overwhelmingly dominated over other girls with. She was becoming frustrated that the girls she was attracted to were straight and always going for the guys that were so obviously wrong for them. Tonight, though, Ivy was going out to just have fun! She was going to dance, flirt, and maybe even have a drink or two. Ivy really never needed alcohol to have a good time, especially when it came to dancing! 

Ivy had planned to go out with her best friend Gina but she had to work overtime as she often did on Friday and Saturday evenings. So Ivy was on her own again tonight. She had been out before by herself and really didn't think much about it. Gina would finish her shift, and then meet her at the club. A simple plan it was. Ivy drove downtown, and was looking for a place to park, it was Friday night and there wasn't any parking close to their favorite club, the Tropics, so Ivy decided to look a little further down the street. As she slowly drove, looking for an open space, she found that there was nothing available. The club must have been packed, it was going to be a fun night for sure, she thought! Just then she remembered the club was hosting a Wet T-shirt Contest. Great, she thought, it will be packed full of horny assholes and cheap sluts. As long as she got to dance the long week away she didn't care. She decided to turn down a side street, and went about a half a block and parked in the first available spot she found. Checking her makeup and putting on a little more lipstick before getting out of her car, Ivy stepped into the cold February night. As she quickly turned and started back towards the Tropics, a glimmer of pink neon light caught Ivy's big brown eyes. It put her into a trance as her head turned towards the light. She had evidently never noticed the door on the side of the old building across the street. It was just a small sign that read, "The Opera." Just then, a tall, dark-haired, very well built guy with a smoking hot blonde walked passed Ivy. She was instantly mesmerized by them. Ivy stood and watched them both as the couple walked up to the door of The Opera. As the door opened, a well-dressed man welcomed them in as if he had known them. 

Ivy probably would have continued on to the Tropics if the man holding the door hadn't called out to her "Ma'am, the party is just starting and you are welcome to join." 

Ivy put her little girl smile on and said, "Oh, is it someone's party?" 

The stranger's reply intrigued Ivy, "Yes my dear, it's a party every night, but tonight is a special one because you are here." 

With that, Ivy let her curiosity take over. She produced a big grin and accepted the invitation by saying "Well, I can't let everybody down now can I." As she approached the very handsome man holding the door for her, she leaned into him and said, "But I don't know anybody in there." 

The man dressed in an expensive suit whispered to her "Tell Johnny that Big T said to take of you." Big T fit him good, he was easily two feet taller than Ivy, and Ivy was tall and slender. As she walked through the door, she could feel the hunger of his lust that was flowing from his innocent smile. 

Ivy walked through a dark corridor that was only lit by a pink rope light on the side of the floor with just enough brightness to show the way to the next door. As she approached it, the door opened on its own just as she reached for the handle. The sound of music blasted its way out of the room into the corridor. As the door opened, Ivy saw the dance floor, filled with people as she walked through the passage into another world. The room was filled with loud music, the illuminated dance floor pulsating with music reminded her of something from the past, while strobe lights kept her eyes busy trying to see the room full of bodies throughout the club. 

"Welcome to The Opera, I am Simone, may I take your wrap?" the hostess at the door asked. 

Startled, Ivy looked at her with eyes of astonishment. The young lady was wearing a very attractive, tuxedo top with a small glittery top hat. Ivy took her wrap off and handed it to Simone politely thanking her. Ivy inquisitively asked, "Why haven't I ever heard of this place before? I have been to The Tropics so many times but I have never noticed this place!" 

Simone answered Ivy quickly saying, "Well, this is an invitational club only, and the members are the only persons that may invite. May I ask for your invitation Miss." 

Not knowing what to say and ready to leave now, as she was sure Big T was just the doorman trying to impress her, Ivy reached for her wrap in Simone's hand and said "Well, the doorman said it was okay, but I guess I will be going now." These types of clubs never did much for Ivy, she considered them as places for the upper class to hide away from the "real" people. 

Simone releasing the wrap into Ivy's hand saying "Oh, that is so unlike Jimmy, are you sure it was him? He is a little guy." 

"No, it was a big man, he said his name was Big T," Ivy replied. 

Simone without any regard to Ivy grabbed her hand in an instant and said, "Oh, I am so sorry, please follow me." 

Ivy had no choice. She was being led through the club by Simone, looking at the lights, the dance floor, the huge crowded bar, the mirrors that lined the ceiling reflecting all the lights. She didn't notice all the people watching her being led by Simone. They reached a table in a corner of the room, it was taller than average and large enough for twenty persons. It was set with fine silverware, crystal glasses, and lots of flowers. The table cloth was very elegant, reaching to the floor on all sides. Simone pulled a chair out next to the head of the table and said, "please have a seat, the rest of our guests will be here shortly, let me take your wrap so I can take care of it for you." 

Bewildered, Ivy said, "Are you sure I am supposed to be here? Who is this Big T person anyway?" 

Simone politely took the wrap from Ivy's hand and said, "Big T is one of the owners, and if he said that you are to be here, then this is your place. May I have your name so I can introduce you to our guests?" 

"Ivy, My name is Ivy. Thank you..." she said still in a state of shock. Only when Simone was walking away, did Ivy notice that Simone was only wearing the top to the tuxedo. It covered her petite body tightly down to just the bottom of her cheeks, as you could see the curvature of her perfectly rounded ass. Her bare legs were mounted on top of tall stilettos that made Ivy melt as she watched her walk away. 

Chapter 2 

The Playhouse 

Ivy sat at the big table alone for what seemed like forever. A server came by and brought her a drink. And told her, "she only had to ask and it would be the house's pleasure to ensure her desires were met." Ivy sat watching for the couple which had come in before her - but there were so many people, all dancing, laughing, and having fun. She was starting to feel all alone when Big T approached her, his hungry smile still glowing with confidence as if he knew he was going to have her tonight. Yes, he was attractive, but he wasn't the reason why Ivy accepted his invitation. She wanted to find the sexy couple that preceded her. It had been some time since she had just been herself, the Ivy that only a select few actually knew, the dirty, sex craving Ivy that hadn't been seen since her break up. Ivy wanted to just forget who she was tonight and this seemed like the perfect place for it. 

"I am so happy Simone found a place for you at my table, I see Johnny has taken care of your drinks. Is there anything else that I may get for you?" Big T said as he reached for her hand, lifting it to his lips and softly kissing it. 

Ivy politely said, "No, I think I have been taken care of." He moved himself to the right side of her and seated himself. Johnny almost on cue delivered his drink, as Simone started to seat the rest of the guests. With each new couple, she would say, "It is my pleasure to introduce Ivy, Mr. Tanix's guest" as she seated them. With the two seats still empty to Ivy's left, Ivy waited to see who would be joining her. To her surprise, Simone was escorting the couple she had been anxiously looking for, she introduced Ivy to them, and left. The gorgeous blonde greeted Ivy with a cheerful kiss on her cheek, and a "So happy to have you tonight, maybe it won't be so dreary!" as she introduced herself as Hanna and her "friend" Kyle. 

Hanna wore a flashy gold and silver, low-cut dress that barely covered her shapely ass. She flowed with sex; everyone at the table was infatuated with her in an instant, including Ivy. Upon closer inspection, Kyle looked to be an average guy; he was tall and nicely dressed, but the fragrance of expensive cologne overpowered the natural smell of a man, that musky essence that Ivy lusted for. It seemed to Ivy that the two were missed matched, Hanna, the bombshell that awoke the sexual desires of everybody that met her and Kyle, the typical wealthy, underachiever that bought his women. Maybe they did make a good match, Ivy thought. There was nothing wrong with that, in fact, Ivy always secretly wanted a guy that would show her off like a prize trophy, to take her to all the fancy restaurants and introduce her to all his friends. Ivy was definitely glamor girl material. Ivy had long brown hair and long legs that went straight to the most perfectly shaped ass. She considered her breasts to be perfect because they weren't so big that the guys would stare at them when talking to her but were very noticeable just the same, especially tonight as she wore her favorite green dress that pushed them up while presenting them nicely. 

As small talk circled the table, and the champagne flowed, Ivy sat listening to the different conversations as she tried to decide who was who in her new surroundings. Then suddenly, she felt a hand come from beneath the table, it was Big T's. He Léaned over to her and whispered, "If this is starting to bore you, we can talk somewhere more, 'private.'" 

Ivy smiled and declined to say "No, this is just fine, I am enjoying myself" even though an hour had gone by and she hadn't even been to dance floor yet. 

Just then Hanna said, "Ivy, come to the powder room with me, I need your opinion on something." Big T stood, and pulled her chair back as Ivy excused herself. Hanna took Ivy's hand and said, "Come, sweetie, follow me!" 

Along the way, Ivy caught a glimpse of something that she had never seen in a club before. She had heard of it happening but never believed it actually occurred. At a table next to the dance floor, underneath the fast flashing lights of the strobes, a girl was sitting on top of the table with her legs spread and a guy's head firmly planted between them. Ivy squeezed Hanna's hand as they walked past them. Hanna shouted as they walked by "Ahhh, look at her, she is starting early..." Ivy couldn't understand the rest as the music was loud and Hanna was leading her quickly through the crowd of party goers. 

"So what do you think of Kyle? He really likes me!" Hanna said as the door closed behind them. 

In disbelief of what she had just seen and what Hanna had said, Ivy responded excitedly with, "What is this place? What exactly is going on in here?" 

Hanna looked at her, then smiled and said, "What do you mean, you never been to one of these clubs before?" 

"One of these clubs? What do you mean? Hanna, tell me what is going on here ok!" Ivy exclaimed. 

Hanna looked at Ivy with a look of disbelief, "You gotta be kidding me! As drop dead gorgeous as you are and you have never been to a playhouse before?" 

A playhouse, what is that? The questions were bouncing around in Ivy's mind so fast that she couldn't get them out fast enough. The look on her face told Hanna that Ivy was a playhouse virgin, and she hated it when Big T brought virgins into The Opera. Hanna told Ivy that playhouses were where adults could go, and just simply be themselves. That the members were trusted to keep secrets and that what happened inside of The Opera was never repeated videotaped, recorded, or anything of the nature. She said it was all mutual and that if she didn't want to participate with anybody, to just say "Pas ce soir merci," which was French for "Not tonight thank you." She said it was hardly ever used, but most of the members also enjoyed voyeurism. After explaining what The Opera was all about, Ivy decided to stay, but she was learning French very quickly as the phrase rolled through her mind over and over. 

The walk back to the table was eye opening for Ivy. She noticed more openly sexual acts; guys and girls, girls and girls, and guys and guys. Ivy didn't blush easy, but this was just something that she had never been exposed to before. She was now saying "Pas ce soir merci" out loud as she walked with Hanna back to the table. 

Big T stood, and said "I hope you ladies didn't have any problems, I took the liberty of ordering some appetizers for you" as he pulled the chair back and then eased Ivy into it. 

Hanna gave him a look of disapproval and said, "Everything is just fine, I have just been teaching Ivy some French." 

Chapter 3 

Let's Play a Game 

Just as Ivy sat down, a very attractive woman came from nowhere. She was wearing a tiny black leather mini skirt. She wasn't very tall, but her figure was perfect and she knew it by the way she walked. Her hair was black, shoulder length and complimented her big, dreamy eyes. Ivy watched her as shetapped Kyle on his shoulder. "Foutez le camp de mon siège," she said in a commanding voice. Saying nothing, Kyle immediately rose and gave the dark haired beauty his seat. 

Hanna leaned over to Ivy and said, "Meet Léa, she just returned from Paris." 

Just then, Léa said "Esclave, rendre quelqu'un heureux." Kyle moved next to Léa on her left side and dropped to his hands and knees, disappearing under the table. 

"What's he doing down there?" Ivy asked Hanna. 

"Hi, I am Léa my dear, may I ask who has the privilege of entertaining my brother this evening." 

Hanna looked over at her and said, "Sister, this is Ivy. She is new to The Opera." 

Léa smiled at them both, "Well Ivy, my pet is going to make someone happy, but we don't know who it will be, maybe it will be you. Do you like having your pussy sucked on while you have a drink?" 

Ivy now looking around the table, wondering who was being pleasured by Kyle. She noticed an older lady across from her sitting with her eyes closed. That must be the lucky girl she thought to herself. She was already thinking about what she would do if he suddenly appeared between her legs. In all honesty, the thought of him under the table did get her a little excited. From the other side of Big T, Simone appeared. He said, "Well my pretty little slut, I trust all of your duties have been completed?" 

Simone replied with her eyes looking down at the floor, never making contact with him, "Yes of course, how may I please you now Master T?" 

Big T laughed loudly, "Great! Now say hello to Ivy the proper way. She hasn't taken her eyes off of your cute little ass all night!" 

Simone moved around Big T and stepped behind Ivy. She leaned down over her shoulder without saying a word and kissed Ivy on her lips very lightly as if she was inviting her to dance. Ivy kissed back and slowly opened her mouth accepting the invitation. Ivy instantly felt the sensation of arousal race through her body, ending in her increasingly wet pussy. 

"So is it only the ladies you like, or do you enjoy the pleasures of both if I may ask?" Big T asked just as Simone was breaking off the kiss with Ivy. 

Ivy responded feeling overwhelmed by the sudden kiss, "Yes, yes I do. I mean I like both but mostly I like girls". She turned around to see Simone's beautiful face, but she had disappeared. "Don't worry my angel, Simone will be back with you in a moment" She heard Big T's voice say. Just then Ivy felt a nudge from under the table; she looked across the table at the other woman who was still in what seemed like a state of erotic bliss. She wanted to deny the intruder, but instinct told her to just let tonight happen. 

As Ivy allowed her guard to fall, the tension in her legs was released. The intruder that kissed her softly in the secrecy of the underneath eased her legs apart. She felt the soft lips of her intruder work their way up her thighs, and to the center of her being. Ivy's pussy was drenched with her flowing juices. Her secret lover started to kiss and lick the wetness of her panties. She wanted the intruder to just rip them off of her, but the teasing excited her ever more. Ivy leaned back in her seat, arching her back slightly. Hanna took her hand, and said, "Oh, did Kyle find you? He is an expert with a girl's pussy!" 

Ivy just closed her eyes and let a long moan out. Even through her soaked panties, the skill of this intruder was amazing. She wanted Simone to come back to her so she could taste her sweet lips again. Feeling the lips bite at her panties, pulling at them to move them over, she opened her eyes and looked to her right. Léa was sitting in Big T's Lap, they were embraced and kissing, with his left hand fully cupping her right breasts. Ivy turned to Hanna, ready to ask her what was going on. 

Hanna had anticipated the question already and softly said, "It is ok Ivy, we are only brother and sisters in the ownership. Now relax and enjoy yourself." 

Closing her eyes again and succumbing to the intruder's will, she felt a hand come down from the table on her left side. It was Hanna's hand that came down and lifted Ivy's leg over her own, allowing her intruder better access to Ivy's sweet pussy. Hanna then reached over and slid a finger into Ivy, and then back out. Léa watched as Hanna brought her hand up from under the table, then sucking the juices off of her finger. Then Ivy heard Léa's voice say pleadingly, "Give me a taste" as Hanna responded with "Get your own." 

Just then she heard Big T's voice command "Salope! Prenez notre invité à la piste de danse, je veux la regarder." 

Ivy opened her eyes once more, as her intruder started to push the chair back. From between Ivy's legs Simone appeared, with her top unbuttoned now, her perfect breasts beautifully displayed, she slid up Ivy's body slowly and making sure that her erect nipples touched Ivy all the way up until she reached her lips. 

"Embrassez-moi salope," Léa said. Simone without hesitation stood and leaned over to kiss Léa, their tongues met and intertwined immediately. Léa pushed Simone away and said to her, "She tastes good and fresh! Now go get her ready for us, your Master is getting hungry!" 

Chapter 4 

The Dance 

Taking Ivy's hand, Simone led her to the middle of the crowded dance floor, stopped and turned around. Simone pulled Ivy close and pressed her body up against hers tightly, and then moved her mouth close to Ivy's waiting lips. With all the excitement going through her mind and body, Ivy was in a state of ecstasy. She moved to the music but did not hear it, she only moved in the ways that Simone wanted her too. They were as if one body on the dance floor, fully embraced while moving to the lights and sounds of the evening arena of lust. Simone lifted her left hand with her index finger stretched out pointing into the air. Twirling it in a circular motion, the dance floor cleared leaving only Simone and Ivy. 




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Ivy was in an erotic trance now, her defenses gone as she was ready to succumb to Simone's wishes, a blindfold came from behind Ivy and was tightly secured to her. Simone slowly unbuttoned Ivy's blouse, displaying breasts with perfectly erect nipples showing through a bra full of soft flesh. Simone herself was more than just doing her job as her master had commanded, as Ivy was a perfect match for her. Simone's own juices were flowing, her pussy full of anticipation. Once she got to the last button, she reached under the blouse at the back and felt the softness of Ivy's backside as she once again pulled her close. Embracing in yet another long, deep kiss, Simone unclasped the bra that was inhibiting Ivy's breasts from sensing Simone's own hardened nipples. As Simone broke off the kiss, Ivy spoke faintly, "everybody is watching." 

Simone's reply was simple and soft, "Because everybody wants you, but they know that you are Master T's". 

Just then Ivy felt another set of hands reach around her waist and slipped some fingers under the top of her skirt. They were soft and warm, small hands. Then she felt Simone's lips slide by her left ear as the stranger kissed Simone. She could hear the sounds of this long deep kiss beside her ear. The body of the stranger now tight against her own, Ivy could feel the breasts of this woman on her upper back as she was tall. Ivy thought it must have been Léa. She felt the hands around her waist begin to push her skirt down, but it was too tight around Ivy's perfect little ass! Simone's hands knew what was needed, as they slid down Ivy's back and unzipped the skirt for the stranger. As the skirt fell to the floor, so did the stranger in the back, Ivy could feel the hot breath on her ass as the stranger now worked on relieving Ivy of her panties. Simone had moved her lips to Ivy's breasts, kissing, and sucking each nipple as if they were the very breath of her life. As Ivy's panties slipped past her ankles, she lifted her leg so there would be no restriction to her legs opening wide for her lovers to ravage her as they wished. 

Ivy stood there, in the middle of the empty dance floor blindfolded with two bodies both tight against hers. Ivy's breasts were exposed with erect nipples as Simone teased and tantalized them while her pussy was being explored with fingers that knew how to please her womanhood. She knew everybody was watching this exploitation of sexual freedom. Ivy no longer cared about the watchful eyes of her audience, all she wanted was to be satisfied by the desires of others, to be the embodiment of their sexual desires. She wanted to be that girl who was not afraid to be the object of another's lust. 

Ivy stood there, with her legs wide and mouth whimpering moans of satisfaction. Her pussy was soaked with her juices as her stranger masterfully massaged her to a climax as Simone continued to make love to her breasts. Her knees were weak and her legs trembled as she began to reach her peak. Simone now held her tightly as she did, whispering into her ear, "let go, baby, just let go..." 

As the last shudder from her now weakened body escaped, the stranger from behind stood up and leaned into Ivy's ear, and said, "you have such a sweet pussy, my brother is going to enjoy you." And then she was gone. 

Ivy felt Simone's hands slide up her body, around to her front, up and over her erect nipples, then up her neck to the back of her head, sliding the blindfold off now. As Ivy regained her own vision, she could see that they were encircled by the workers of the Opera, their backs turned. She started to open her mouth, and Simone placed her lips on Ivy's once again, kissing her one last time before they exited the floor. Simone smiled, and said, "It is all about the mind Ivy, your body wanted this and your mind had to be able to accept it." Simone took her hand, leading Ivy as if she were in a state of sexual hypnosis. 

Chapter 5 

The Jungle 

Simone and Ivy broke through the wall of flesh, Ivy naked from the waist down and her blouse unbuttoned displaying her perfectly shaped breasts. As they approached the big round table she saw Hanna sitting where she had been next to Big T, her head was laid back in the big comfortable chair, and her bare left leg was propped up on the table. Hanna didn't notice them walk up as her eyes were closed as deep moans of ecstasy escaped her lips. Léa was on his other side licking her fingers clean like a cat after feasting on tuna. The other members of the table were involved in their own desires of lust, one woman was on her hands and knees as a waiter slowly used a dildo to bring her to climax while another woman was masturbating while watching the entire scene. A guy across from Léa was having his cock sucked by an older lady while she was having her own pussy licked by a younger stud. Big T just sat there, watching as if he was the king of this 'Sexual' jungle. 

As Simone approached the table with Ivy, Big T stood and pushed his chair back. Ivy walked between the table and Big T without saying a word and sat on the table. Her feet dangled just above the floor, Ivy opened her legs wide to allow Big T full access to her swollen, wet pussy. Ivy had expected him to open his trousers and pull out his namesake, but instead he got to his knees in front of her. She grabbed the back of his head as he began to kiss her on her inner thighs, his lips were soft against her tender skin as he moved slowly to the center of her universe. She could feel his breath now, hot upon her clit, making it yearn for the attention that it demanded as it stood rigid, waiting, wanting. 

Her eyes opened and watching as Big T advanced further into her, she put her hand out to Simone, who was faithfully watching her master perform his art. Simone took her hand as Ivy pulled her closer, just then, Big T entered her soaked pussy with is hot tongue, he went deeper inside her than any of her other lovers had ever been. She closed her eyes, Simone kissed her softly on her neck as she moaned in eager thirst for satisfaction. Simone pushed her back, and crawled onto the table next to her, Ivy found Simone's breasts with her mouth and began to suck on her nipples. She thrust her hips hard as Big T started to slide his tongue in and out of her pussy, it was thick and long, and Ivy was shoving her pussy upward onto it, as big T continue to fuck Ivy's pussy as if it were his cock. Ivy was moaning louder and louder as she sucked on Simone's nipples. Big T backed out of her and stood up. She heard Léa say "She is exquisite brother, can I have a taste now?" 

Ivy watched as Léa stood up next to Big T and leaned in to kiss him, but before their mouths met, Big T opened his mouth and released his tongue. Ivy thought to herself 'it must be a good ten inches long.' He just let it hang from his mouth as Léa came up and swallowed it in. Simone watching Ivy's eyes in amazement as Léa sucked on this huge tongue as if were a cock. Simone leaned over and whispered to Ivy, "That is why his name is Big T." 

Ivy needed her pussy to be satisfied now, as she watched Léa treat this huge tongue like a cock, she wanted to feel her own pussy filled with it again. She sat up and eased herself off the table onto her knees in front of Big T. She wanted to know if his cock was as big as his namesake. Ivy unbuckled his belt and unfasten the button to his pants. Slowly unzipping, she could feel the massive trunk of his cock growing inside of his trousers. She reached in with her tiny hand to grasp the head, slowly pulling it out of its hiding place. Once out, her hand stroked the shaft as her lips met his bulbous end, kissing it gently. The size of it was enormous, round and soft, as she kissed it all over. Her fingers barely went around the large shaft, she brought her other hand up to feel the balls that were swinging in front of her. Shaven, they were fat and full she thought as she squeezed them slightly as she stroked his cock and now slowly taking the head into her mouth with a slight sucking action. 

Ivy could feel the hunger deep inside her pussy as it ached to be stretched by this cock she was now entranced with. Simone sat behind her on the table, her legs spread with Ivy's back in-between them. Simone held Ivy's long brown hair and stroked it softly as Ivy struggled to take all of his cock into her mouth. Once she took all she could, she backed off slowly letting her tongue feel every inch of his cock as it slipped out of her mouth. Ivy looked up to see what Léa was doing and saw Big T was looking down at her with a smile on his face. Léa was no longer in sight and at that moment, Ivy felt like the Queen of the Jungle, as she knew her King was happy. 

Chapter 6 

Full-Fill-Ment 

With Ivy's mouth busy on Big T's cock, she lost any realization of who she was or what she was doing. There was no 'Ivy' in the sense that she was a person with morals. No 'Ivy' looking for a relationship. She was there at the Opera, a "Playhouse" as described by Hanna. She was one of the bodies in the crowd now - just doing whatever she wanted with no desire to be the good girl everybody saw her as. Her mind was blank except for enjoying the lust and feeding her subdued sexual appetite that had been neglected for what seemed to be her entire life. 

With her eyes closed, Ivy worked on the cock that was now more of a symbol of her sexual freedom, but rather than a desire to fulfill Big T's anticipation of her. Ivy worked her mouth all the way down, as far as she could go until she could feel the head beginning to enter her throat. She pushed a little harder until she could feel the soft flesh enter her esophagus. Then Big T instinctively used his pelvis to back out slowly as Ivy sucked harder. Ivy grasped his shaft with her petite hands as he slowly pulled back and started to stroke his cock. Simone watched patiently, holding and petting her hair and occasionally leaning down to kiss her on the top of her head. Once the base of Big T's head was wrapped in her lips, he slowly pushed it back into her hungry mouth as it accepted more of him in. He pushed deep and watched Ivy take it all. As the cock went slowly in, Ivy began to softly massage his full balls in her fingers. She could feel them swell, as they fought to hold back the heaps of cum that was burdening them. As the cock now pressured her throat once again, she opened her eyes and looked up at Big T. He pushed further, it seemed like he was going to put it all in as Simone held Ivy's head in place. Ivy did not pull back but instead pushed forward, she wanted to feel the girth of him in here and succumb to the cock she wanted so badly. Then, Big T slowly began to retreat, and Ivy watched as he masterfully pulled out again allowing Ivy to breathe. This time, Big T permitted Ivy to suck the head a bit longer, watching as the fluids of lust oozed from her succulent lips. Ivy sucked on the head, then kissed it on top, then to the base where she licked those packed balls, and finally kissed the shaft all the way back to head. 

Big T took a step backward, and Ivy could sense the arousal of Simone; nipples hard against her shoulders and grinding her bare pussy onto Ivy's back as she tried to please herself. 

Simone gently holding Ivy's head still, bent over and whispered into her ear, "Turn around, I want you to eat my pussy while Master T fucks you." Ivy looked up at her, and Simone kissed her on the lips and licked the cum from Ivy's lips that Big T had left. 

With her eyes connected to Big T's, Ivy stood straight up from her kneeling position. Her facial expressions were blank, as there was only one thing on her mind, and that was to be satisfied tonight. She turned slowly around feeling the hungry lion watch her. His eyes only made her pussy wetter and eager for her lover to enter her. She bent over, spreading her legs slightly allowing easy entry for the massive cock she had been enjoying in her mouth. 

As she leaned down, Simone once again took her head and guided it between her now open legs. Ivy's mouth had finally connected to the pussy she had been teased by all night. She first kissed it on the top and then allowed her tongue to gently lick the small slit from the very bottom to the top. She felt Simone's thighs tighten a bit with anticipation, so her licks of exploration turned into tantalizing tickles on the erect clit before her. 

Just as Ivy was really beginning to enjoy the perfect, juicy pussy of Simone, she felt Big T's hands on her ass cheeks, his fingers dug deep into her flesh as he grasped her tiny ass. Ivy knew how big he was, and she prepared for the penetration by opening her mouth wide and covering Simone's pussy with it. She started to suck as hard as she could as she felt the soft head press against the swollen lips of her pussy. She thought Big T would push slowly into her, but once the head had penetrated her veil of innocence, he could not resist the warm, slippery, pussy that was offered to him. In one single thrust, he pushed deep into Ivy filling her tight pussy with the massive girth of his cock as he drove all eleven inches of it into her. Ivy wanted to scream, but Simone held her head in place between her legs, feeling the agony of lust from Ivy's mouth on her deprived pussy. As Big T filled Ivy with the full length of his cock, Ivy's knees grew weak. 

Big T stopped once he was in her, then slowly pulled back. Ivy could feel every inch of his cock inside her, the head, the pulsating shaft, and the veins along the inside of her pussy. She wanted to cum right then but she fought to hold her orgasm back. Simone lifted her head, looking into ivy's eyes as the massive cock slowly withdrew from her. Then just as the head got close to coming out, Big T began to slowly reenter her. Feeling his cock slide back into her, Ivy pushed her head downward into Simone's pussy once again. 

Big T started to fuck Ivy now in a slow, rhythmic motion, he made love to her pussy with his manhood and Ivy was once again in the state of mind that only a person of sexual freedom could know. Ivy sucked on Simone's pussy hard, while Big T filled her pussy with his cock. Her pussy was beginning to tighten now as she could no longer hold back the orgasm that was building within her. Big T sensed this and began pumping her faster now, His cock sliding out then back in rapidly as Simone held her tightly. Ivy could no longer focus on anything but Big T's cock bringing her into submission. Faster and deeper Big T went, then in one last stroke he pushed in further than he had before and stopped. He held it there for what seemed like an eternity, Ivy's pussy filled with the huge, pulsating cock deep inside her. Then slowly he began to withdraw, out of her he came and with it, her peak of excitement. 

Ivy started to cum like she had never cummed before. Her mind was blank, the only thing that she could do was allow the flood of fluid to explode as her entire body shuddered after each ejaculation. Simone held her tightly and whispered gently "let it go, baby, let it go" as Ivy's pussy continued to spew her fluids out onto Big T's cock. Ivy could feel each one begin deep inside of her body and travel through her body until it was released. Finally, as the last tremor escaped her, Ivy felt Big T behind her. He lifted her now limp body up and turned her around, then picked her up into his arms. Big T carried her away through the smoked filled Opera, up a stairway, and into a dimly lit room...



The Forbidden Fruit



"This is bad..." Jesse said after awhile. I want to take you and fuck you up so bad." His lip bit the bottom of mine dangerously. "I can't even get away from you."

Right as the "you" came out of his mouth, he slammed me against the wall and kissed me hard and rough. I gasped in surprise, as I had not expected this. The sexual energy amped all the way up as I thought about the guy of my dreams sandwiching me between him and the wall. His fingers were laced in my hair and we were officially in one another's death lock, knowing this was wrong, but all human reason going out the window. His hands daringly pushed my hands against the wall. My brain was swimming, and I felt my female parts starting to tingle. 

I turned around, sticking my tongue in his ear, biting his neck, grabbing his ass. I wanted to savor every sensation I was feeling at that moment, and everything I was doing to him. He was mine. 

My sexual drive went into full force as I slowly slid Jesse's jeans down, running my fingers down the trail on his stomach and the lines in his hips. He pulled his shirt off, and I kissed all the way down his body, moaning as if I had just had the most delicious desert from the best restaurant. This made him crazy. I took his thumb and placed it on the center of my tongue, slowly sliding it out and biting the tip as he let out another groan. Somewhere along the way I transitioned from my mouth to my tongue, licking him all the way down to his chest and his abdomen. 

Reaching into his boxers, I pulled his gigantic cock out, wanting it to be all mine, begging for it to penetrate me. I couldn't believe this. Jesse was naked in my house, and he was delicious. The thought made me wet. "God, you're so fucking hot." I couldn't help it; the words just flew out of my mouth with no filter. I traced my tongue around the head of his cock, and started sucking slowly. I had never seen one look so beautiful before. 

His cock was harder than before, and lubricated with my tongue. I held his balls in one hand as I began to get faster, running my tongue over the shaft and near the head. His breathing got heavier and he closed his eyes, enjoying it. I looked up at him with desperate, horny eyes. Come on, I thought. Please give it all to me. I moaned again, wanting to take his load. Just when he couldn't take it anymore, he let out a grunt and came into my mouth. I swallowed as he sighed and smiled. Then he said quietly, pushing me against the wall, "It's your turn." 

I was already wet from the excitement, and his hands practically ripped my panties off. Jesse's fingers ran over the top of my clit, and I moaned so loudly I thought I alerted the neighbors. It was his turn to kiss all the way down my body. He undid my zipper- now we were both naked in my house. His tongue explored my nipples and bit them softly. His fingers went from my clit into my hole, slid in and out, getting slower when he reached the top. "Harder," I said softly, as his fingers fucked me with more force. I could feel the sting of his fingers being rough; it felt so good. 

His mouth kissed the tip of my clit eagerly as he slid his fingers slowly out. The tip of his tongue played with my clit, my lips, and everything in between. His head pushed both my legs apart as I remained against the wall, moaning loudly. He tasted me, moaning almost as loud as me. I pushed his face against me, making sure he could still breathe. He must have been able to because the tip of his nose ran over my clit. This made me even crazier. When his tongue had explored every part of my pussy, I came, my body jolting upward.

My legs were shaking by the time he was done, and I dropped to my knees. Then it was time for round 2. "Wow, that turned me on again," he said as he helped me up pushed me up against the wall, not caring if I protested or not- which I didn't. My legs were apart, my breasts against his chest, and my head back as he looked at me intently. The tip of his cock teased my clit, and when I almost couldn't take it anymore, he took it away, pushed my legs apart, and thrust his cock deep inside of me. 

I felt the head go in first, and I moaned. Our pelvis's joined together as they grinded eagerly against each other. His hands were on my hips as my breasts bounced up and down. I could feel my hole tight around him and the warm skin of his cock penetrating me. Every part of my body went to heaven as his cock pushed inside of me, hard and rough. His balls touched the very bottom of my pussy with every impact. I felt like an animal and a slut- it was so good. The last few minutes, we were beyond heaven. In fact, I think it was a whole other universe.

As he began to slow down, I knew we were both about to come. My clit was swollen as the friction of his cock rubbed against it. He kept his cock inside of me as I moaned loudly, and my body began to lurch forward, signaling my orgasm. Ten seconds later, Jesse stopped, his hard cock still inside me, and let his juices release in me. When he pulled out, his warm cum flowed out of my pussy and ran down my legs. 

An hour later, after we had showered together and had sex one more time, we laid in bed naked and exhausted, my temple resting against his chest. Suddenly, Jesse spoke. "You didn't leave your phone in your friend's car, did you?" 

"No, actually, I did. But Monica really isn't coming over," I said both jokingly and with guilt.

"Aha," he replied. "You planned this all along."

"Yes, I did," I admitted. "But I didn't think it would work."

"Are you kidding?" Jesse exclaimed. "If you would have taken me away from Trent and told me you liked me, I would have been the happiest guy on the planet."

Later, I waited until Jesse was asleep and phoned two-way phoned my girls. They had to hear about this.