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Kept

By: SilverSparrow



She was nervous beyond belief; she wasn't the type to do this kind of thing. Hell, if she hadn't decided to ask her best friend about it, she wouldn't be here right now.

She checked behind her as she kept walking.

"It's too damn cold for this...I should've picked a warmer day."

A few joggers ran past her down the sidewalk, under the metro station; people were carrying briefcases filled with work back to their houses, locking their bikes against the railings...

And I'm here doing this...this...oh god.

She caught his eye as he got out of the train, suddenly flushing with heat; she was looking everywhere but at him now. He walked closer and closer, taking off his watch and stuffing it in his jacket. She was standing completely still, sure that everyone around her knew exactly what she was doing. Her hands smoothed her skirt, removing the creases that seemed to exist only in her mind.

"You Jessica?"

She'd forgotten how to talk; she was sure she'd never be able to speak again for the rest of her life.

"Y-yeah, I'm, I mean,...yeah. Tom?"

He grinned at her, a crooked thing that formed lines around his eyes and made him look like a wolf staring down his dinner. Without another word, he put his hand against the small of her back, leading her to his car. He opened her door for her, though he could see she was still obviously nervous as she fumbled with her seatbelt. He turned on the heating, the warm air creating the only noise inside the car. He looked over at her, staring until she finally looked over at him; he grinned again and put the car in gear.

And put his hand on her thigh.

She tensed as soon as she felt it, and could only look out the window while he drove to where they'd agreed upon a few days before. As the trees became a green blur and houses passed them by, she couldn't think of anything.

So she began to toy with her ring.

She turned it over and over around her finger, looking down at it, at what was engraved on the inside:

*One. Two. Three.*

Three squeezes, her way of letting him know she loved him when they were out in public; he was always so shy about that kind of stuff around others, so instead of kissing and telling him she loved him, she would squeeze his hand three times, and he would do the same right back.

She looked over at Tom now, looking at his bare hand, no ring on his finger, and looked back at his face. Just as he was about to say something, he spoke up.

"We're here."

She glanced out the windshield, and realized that the place was closer than she thought; she'd have liked more time, to be honest. He stepped out of the car and walked over to her side, opening the door and holding out a hand for her. She gave a quick, nervous smile to him and grabbed it, again smoothing out her dark blue business skirt as soon as she got out. He stood there in the middle of the park in front of her, watching with an amused grin as she kept picking at her clothes, looking down at herself and not once up at him.

"What's the matter, never done this before?"

She gave him an annoyed look, but at least it was a look; he chuckled, turning around and walking away from her. After a few seconds, when she realized he wasn't even going to look back to see if she was following him, she trotted after him as quickly as she could in her heels.

Nice going, Jessica, wearing heels to a fucking park.

They followed the paved trail from the parking lot to the forest, walking for a few minutes in complete silence. Even though the afternoon sun shone through the trees around the two, the air was chilly, and she no longer had the car to warm her up.

"You're not much of a talker, are you Jessica?"

"Uh, I'm not sure what you want me to say right now...Tom; I mean, what're the conversation rules for what we're doing right now?"

"Hell if I know...I'm good with the quiet, if you want me to be."

They kept walking until they got to where they needed, a part of the forest completely covered by thick bushes, hiding everything from whoever walked through. He stepped up to the thick brush and pushed at it until he made an impromptu clearing, letting her duck under it before following behind. Passing that first layer left a large space inside, a sort of bubble formed by the bushes and trees around them.

The perfect spot. Just what they needed.

She turned to him, even less sure of doing this as she was when she was in the car. She kept remembering what her friend had told her, hoping it'd make her feel less nervous right now.

Trust me, just do it once, and you'll see how much it'll change things; you'll feel so much better once you do it.

Just once, then you'll be thanking me for telling you.

Without any formalities, without any of the careful planning on her part in getting there and all, he roughly grabbed at her blouse and pulled her towards him; she felt one of the buttons pop off, but she was so surprised she didn't even worry. He held her chin as he kissed her, just as roughly as he pulled her to him, and whatever nervousness she felt only seemed to get worse.

It was becoming regret now.

The only sounds were their breaths, their noses letting in air as they kissed and bit at each other's lips; she had even gotten some of her lipstick on his chin, somehow. He took his hand and lowered it to her waist, his right hand crawling towards her blouse, unbuttoning it without even looking. He managed to open only three buttons in the first 5 minutes or so, their franticness just slowing them both down.

"I'll buy you a new one, love."

He put his hands in between two of the buttons and tore away, revealing her purple lace bra underneath; she squeaked, but was quieted by his lips crashing against hers again. He pulled her blouse off and threw it on the ground, resting his hands on her waist. He moved his kissing to her neck now, sucking on the skin right in the crease between her chin and below, drawing a slow sigh from her. He kept sucking and licking at it until he was sure he'd left his mark, then gave her a quick peck before whispering in her ear:

"I think it's your turn now."

She pulled away from him and looked him in the eye, knowing she had to take some initiative here, too; she stuffed her hand inside his jacket, running them over his chest, feeling the warmth she wished was inside her just then.

And not because of the chill in the air.

She took off his jacket and dropped it, too, he raising his arms while she pulled the sweatshirt underneath it up and off of him. All their layers were being thrown down next to them, the grass making sure they wouldn't have too much dirt.

He put his arms around her and looked down at her, at her soft pink lips that were slightly open, puffy from the abuse they just suffered; he looked into her eyes, the light making the golden freckles inside green shine through. She looked closer at him, too, at his dark brown eyes, so average-looking, at how long his eyelashes were, and how she wished she could have ones like them.

"I think that's enough of the faces for now."

She nodded in response.

"So that leaves..."

He looked further down, seeing her in her skirt and bra, and lowered his face to her chest; his unshaved skin prickled at her own, the rough tiny hairs contrasting so much with her own soft skin. She loved how it felt as he kissed her there, rubbing his face in the valley between her cups, whatever insecurities she had about them long ago forgotten by now. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in his touch. tilting her head back and letting him take over again.

He rubbed her back then, his fingers making their way to the clasp in the back; a short little dance of them later, and she felt her bra loosen around her, letting the cool air kiss her nipples, too. He pulled it off and replaced the air with his tongue, sucking hard on her nipples, drawing a gasp from her; instead of easing up slightly, he grabbed the other breast and squeezed her niple between his thumb and index finger. Again, she could only moan at what he was doing, which made him squeeze tighter and suck harder, her nipples now like diamonds; he loved how it felt on his tongue, as he flicked it over the little bud and tasted her.

She was surprised at how much she liked it, a little rougher than she was used to back home, but she also knew they were starting to get sore. She put her hands on his chest and pushed weakly until he got the message, and as soon as there was space between them she went down. She moved some pebbles out of the way and rested on her knees, pulling him closer now by his belt. He was letting her take charge now, and she almost laughed at the look on his face, one of...shyness, and awe, since there was little doubt as to what was next.

She loosed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, the zipper lowering by itself as she pulled his pants to his ankles. He lifted his feet and she took it upon herself to take off his shoes and, and letting him take his pants off. The cold air meant he was only slightly hard, but he twitched when he felt her warm breath on him; he twitched even more when he also felt her cold hands on it, but by then there was very little he cared about.

She sucked only the head while using her hands to stroke him, pulling his skin back and forwards again, feeling him grow in her mouth. She tucked her teeth behind her lips and nursed on it, her hands switching between fast, short strokes, and long smooth ones; he moaned louder the faster she went, but she didn't want him to blow yet. She kept stroking with her right hand while her left ducked under her skirt, keeping her entertained for the moment. She kept sucking and stroking, feeling his precum drool onto her tongue, his cock wet enough to make slick noises.

She looked up at him, seeing the look of agony and pleasure over every inch of his face, his chest drawing in quicker and quicker breaths, the skin around his neck now flush with arousal. She looked right at his eyes as she took in a bit more, his eyes closing just the tiniest bit more. He was getting closer and closer, her bringing him to the edge then easing him back slightly, until he couldn't know which stroke might be the one that pushed him over.

He thought he was good enough for a few more minutes until she looked right at him and took in more; that put him on edge again. What pushed him over, though, was when her cheek suddenly pushed in from how hard she sucked him, when he thought she would leave him completely dry; his head fell back, his hand going instantly to the back of her head as he came.

He let out a low groan as his body jerked forward; he emptied himself into her mouth, his hips humping her face by themselves. Not once did she stop sucking him, taking in everything he gave her, though she did have to breathe in much harder through her nose than she expected.

There was that second after cumming where his body was completely numb to it all; his eyes seemed to lose all vision, and he almost had to shake his head to get his thoughts back. He looked down at her as she finished up, licking her tongue all around his head, much easier on his sensitive bulb than sucking. He stroked the side of her head until she was done, and she looked up at him as she opened her mouth and took the head in one last time, showing him that she'd swallowed it all.

He crouched down to her level, drawing a confused look from her that didn't let up until he felt around her skirt; when he finally found the small zipper on the side he quickly pulled it down, no easy task seeing how tight it was around her hips. He pulled it down and pushed up her panties that slightly followed it down her body - off onto the pile it went.

He cupped his hand around her mound, in awe of the heat it held, and her belly tightened as soon as he made contact. She drew in a shaky breath when he pressed it and rubbed it slowly downwards, feeling the fabric cling to her lips. He lifted all but a finger as he rubbed it in circles now, making her hips dance along with it, too; all her own touching while she blew him didn't even compare to his fingers. He pressed his hand down right at the center, then lifted it to his lips and looked right at her as he spit into it and moved it back down. He put one hand on her back and held her steady while the other sneaked its way under her blue cotton panties, the spit almost cold against her lips. She rested an arm around his back as she leaned into him, holding her up while his hands did what hers had done for him.

He slowly slid his fingers along her lips, pressing only slightly when they passed her entrance, making sure they never so much as brushed against her clit; when he felt her getting wet enough, he started quickening his pace, while pressing harder against her. She grabbed onto his back even tighter, her gasps getting louder and louder; he even let his fingers go over her asshole for a second, and chuckled when she almost headbutted him as she jumped up. He went back to rubbing her, and she ducked her head into the crook of his shoulder to hide her blush as her pussy started to make slick noises.

It was his turn now.

The dull ache in her belly was too much for her, and his rubbing wasn't doing nearly enough to satisfy the fire in her; she was about to beg for more until he held her closer to him; he put his palm flat against her pussy and slowly pushed his right index finger inside her...

"Ah! Ohhhh, yeeeessss..."

She was so wound up that even just one finger was having difficulty pushing into her, she was clenching so much.

"Easy, just relax, babe..."

She let herself go slightly, letting him push it in more and more until only his knuckle peeked out. He hooked his finger towards his arm, rubbing against every groove inside her he could find, making her moan out loud again and again. She started to draw in her gasps closer and closer together until finally, she clenched around his finger and forgot how to breathe. He felt her cumming on him and moved his palm slightly up, pressing down on her clit for the first time and making her nearly double over. She only shook against him, not making a sound for a few seconds as he tickled her from inside and covered her little button. Finally, she took in a long breath and let out a long moan, feeling her legs give out on what little support they were giving her.

He took out his finger and used both hands to steady her on him, lowering himself onto his ankles and her on his lap. She was still shaking every so often, so he held her tight against him, her turning her head against his and putting her lips up to his ear. When he repeated what she had done to him, getting one last spark out of her by brushing his palm against her clit, she hissed in his ear and let out a soft mew...

They stayed down like that for a few seconds, letting the other catch their breath and recharge for a bit; every so often he'd breathe deeply, the rise in her chest lifting her, too. He looked down at her and drank the sight in, the sweaty forehead and flushed chest, her nipples standing out at attention...

But no smile. Not even her eyes showed any satisfaction, betraying what her body told him. He let himself slowly fall back, bring her down with him on his chest; he slipped her panties down as far as he could from his angle, waiting until she decided to take them off completely. She turned around on top of him and sat on her haunches, her hands on his chest; he took hold of himself and rubbed it on her lips, mixing her juices with his so it'd be as easy an entrance as possible.

"Ready?"

He stayed waiting for her to say something, hell even just nod, but she only looked down at his stomach; he sighed and held it straight up as he pushed her hips downwards, hoping she'd take control of this. His tired hands didn't have to work for much longer, as he felt her hips begin to move on their own after a while. Despite being on top of him, she added a few surprises every once in a while, swaying to one side for a moment, satisfying the itch as best as possible, then moving on to the next one elsewhere.

She leaned forward into him, her clit rubbing against him and giving more pleasure to her; he reached up and took her nipples into his fingers, running his hands up and down her chest and rubbing them across his palms.

Enough time had passed before to let him get hard again by the time she'd sat on him, so once again he felt the pressure building inside his dick, accumulating at the head and making him feel like he'd explode anytime soon. He controlled his breathing and tried not to think about how good it felt to be doing this bare, how every sensation was multiplied hundred-fold.

Her rises started going higher, her falls hitting harder against him, as she curved backwards and left her hands on his chest to steady herself. She pushed her chest outwards, letting him know she wanted more attention on it, and he happily obliged; this time, he sat up and took a nipple into his mouth, making her bare her teeth and shut her eyes from so much sensation. He was inside her, brushing against her clit every time she moved, and her chest was being licked and sucked to her heart's content; it was almost too much, for both of them.

He lowered a hand to her ass and squeezed her cheeks, loving how soft they were, how they molded themselves around his fingers; she hooked a hand around his neck, the other grabbing onto his short, brown hair.

They weren't just fucking harder or making love faster now - they had abandoned all pretense and were racing towards the finish line.

Finally, her breathing once again let him know she was there, the way she moved her hips forward and back so roughly, so unlike before; his own had lost their pattern by now. As soon as he started cumming inside her, he grabbed her hips and pushed her down against him, relishing the feeling of her completely covering him as he came. The ache within her had only grown worse after his fingers, and having him fully inside her now finally sated her, her body trying to shake whatever pleasure it could bring out.

She felt his warmth inside her; having him so close, she realized, meant she hadn't felt cold since he'd taken off her blouse. But as soon as she looked at him - at his tousled hair and wild eyes, at the scratches on his arms and the cut on his lip she must've given him - she burst into tears.

"Shh, shh, it's okay...what's wrong? What happened?"

She had to wait until she stopped crying - god, he must think I'm being so stupid right now - before she could get the words out.

"I-I don't wanna be Jessica! I want to be Sophie--"

"Okay, okay, I know-"

"-and I don't want you to be Tom or whatever - I want Charlie back. I want my Charlie back."

"Yeah, me too...it was weird, doing this. I don't think this is the kind of thing for us, is it?"

She shook her head, making the two of them laugh, easing the tension between the two ever since he'd gotten out of the train. He stood up and gave her a hand, the two walking over to where they'd thrown all of their clothes. They dressed again in silence, watching the other be comfortable for the first time that day.

He reached into his pocket and took out his ring, slipping it into his finger.

"You kept yours on. I thought we were going to take them off while we did this..."

She looked down at her hand, at her matching ring.

"I know, but every time I tried it made me feel so...weird."

He walked up to her and cupped her chin, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. He stepped back and lifted a finger to her eyes, wiping away a tear that had fallen from it. She kept sniffling, and looked away as soon as her chin wobbled again, but he pulled her face back to his.


Kept



To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one, or perhaps dedicate one to one of you. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne



Amy approached the departures listing carefully. She was very nervous but trying not to show her lack of sophistication in the crowded terminal. She read the listing for international flights and saw that her flight for Florence was still 'on time'. She knew she should go wait near the departure lounge and turned to do so and that's when she saw her. Probably one of the best dressed women she had ever seen in her life, the woman strode confidently across the busy terminal as though the masses should part for her, and they did. She was dressed in a dark wine colored suit that was expertly tailored to her body. Not overly tall she gave the appearance of a tall stand out person, more than Amy's eyes followed the woman. She wore a diamond bracelet on her right ankle and a matching one on her left wrist and around her neck. The earrings alone that she wore Amy would bet would have bought her a new car if they were real and she suspected they were. This was the stuff she read about in her romance novels, this was the stuff of legends. She was pretty enough but not beautiful. Her beauty was in her confidence as though life were being handed to her on a silver platter. Her persona commanded, no demanded respect and anyone who realized she was coming their way immediately afforded it to her without even realizing it. Amy couldn't put her finger on it and why it appeared that way but from the top of her perfectly coiffered head with it's beautifully styled brown hair to the elegant wine colored Prada shoes that Amy recognized from having poured over magazines for years she knew class and style exuded from this woman. She carried only a leather bag over one shoulder that was thin enough for a laptop and nothing else. She looked the consummate business woman.

The woman headed directly for Amy and she found herself unable to look away. At the last minute though she redirected her gaze and picking up her carry on bag, her purse, and her neck pillow she quickly got out of the womans way so she could read the departure schedule. She couldn't help looking over her shoulder though to gaze longingly at the woman, wishing she could look like that, exude that confidence and style. The woman didn't look much older than Amy's own hard won twenty four years. Amy turned to look where she was going and headed for the terminal that would take her on her dream vacation, the one she had saved up for for three hard working years at the 7-Eleven, working night shifts that no one else had wanted and putting in ridiculous hours so she could make her rent, finish school, and save for this trip which was a treat after all the years she had put in to obtain her degree. She had graduated with honors finally after going year round for the last few years with no vacations, no breaks, and now she could enjoy herself. It hadn't been easy with the crazy work hours and the intense class load she had at school but she had managed and she wasn't going to worry about a thing now that it was all over. She had her masters in education, she had a job waiting at the end of summer, she had quit her job at the 7-Eleven, and now she was going to the city of her dreams, Venice, Italy.

She had been disappointed to find there was no direct flight from Chicago's O'Hare International Airport to Venice, Italy. Instead she would fly into Florence and take either a commuter train or a smaller plane to Venice. She hadn't decided yet but that was okay, this trip wasn't regimented, it was flexible and she wanted to enjoy herself. No one and nothing was going to keep her from having a good time. She deserved it, she had waited her whole life for a trip such as this and she was going to enjoy every minute of it. She just wished she had someone to share it with. She also wished she had been on a plane before instead of choosing for her first flight the international flight from Chicago to Florence. The hours on a big jet she wasn't sure what she would do with them. She had already read the fashion magazine she had brought with her on the bus that brought her to the airport. She hadn't felt good afterwards, it had given her motion sickness. Now she wasn't sure it was motion sickness but excitement over flying for the first time or the trip itself. She wondered what she would do on the big jet. She went to sit in the lounge waiting for her flight to be called. She had gotten to the airport over an hour early as all travel since 9/11 required it. She had nothing to do but people watch and proceeded to do so. It was as she was watching the various travelers carrying their bags and hurrying about their business, children annoying their harried parents, business people non-challantly traveling as they had done hundreds of times that she saw the woman again. She couldn't help but notice her. She glanced around and saw that she wasn't the only one who noticed her either. There was just such an aura about her it screamed 'I'm special, look at me!' So Amy looked. And looked. The woman walked ever so gracefully as she entered the area where they all waited for their various planes to be called. Amy was sitting near the door that she assumed she would enter when her flight was called and she was amazed to see the woman walk up to the counter in her area and talk to the ticket agent. The woman behind the counter sat up straighter and rushed to assure her of something before saying something else. It must have been to the woman's satisfaction as she smiled kindly and it was in that smile that Amy melted. She was surprised at her reaction. She wasn't normally into women. She had in fact not dated in over four years, spending all of her time either working or going to school she had had little time to socialize but she had been in school and met people of all walks of life. She had been attracted to both men and women over the years, just hadn't acted on it for a very long time. She wondered at her fascination for the sophisticated woman. It suddenly occurred to her that if the woman was here in this area she too might be flying to Florence. Amy could see the Air Italia jet parked up to the concourse and men in yellow vests with ear protection doing their various jobs below it.

The seating area began to fill with others waiting for their flight and the woman took a seat, right next to Amy. It was then that Amy could smell her amazing perfume. It, like the woman, was sophisticated and expensive. Amy had gone to high end department stores in her life just to window shop and she knew quality when she smelled it. The girls behind those counters were always trying to spritz you so you might buy their expensive bottles of perfume. Amy had learned a few things about that over the years. It was a heavenly trip to smell the woman's perfume and something else, something Amy couldn't put her finger on. She exuded more than confidence. Amy felt a little uncomfortable to be this attracted to a stranger and then she shrugged it off, she was on her vacation of a lifetime, she would roll with the punches. The woman swung her case to her lap and opened it to reveal an Apple laptop. Amy knew that laptop, it had been in every electronics magazine and all over the internet, it had just come out a month or so ago and the woman's looked well used already. She envied the sleek case of the 17" screen. She knew it's incredible capabilities. She wondered what the woman did that she had to have an expensive computer like this. Amy found herself staring, waiting to see what she would pull up on the screen and then was surprised and a little disappointed when the woman pulled up a solitaire game and started playing. In a small corner she pulled up an instant message that read "are you coming?" She typed, "in Chicago now" and X'd out of the screen and closed her laptop in disgust before looking around. She did it so suddenly that she caught Amy staring at her. Smiling slightly she would have looked away but Amy was looking startled.

"Is something wrong?" the woman smoothly asked.

Amy looked up in surprise. The voice was clear and commanding but husky and alluring. It fitted the woman perfectly and she looked at her bemusedly for a moment before realizing that her question deserved an answer. She grasped silently for a second before saying the first thing that came to her mind "isn't that the new Apple?" she indicated the laptop that the woman had closed so abruptly. She felt like an idiot at the question.

The woman smiled slightly, instinctively knowing that it wasn't the computer that Amy had been staring at. She nodded and said "yes, I've had it awhile."

"But they only came out last month" Amy protested.

"Yes, that's true, for the general public. I was one of the lucky few to get one before they came out on the market" the woman said without a hint of bragging.

Amy was impressed. "How do you like it?" She would have given her eye teeth to have one. It would have made college life so much easier instead of having to trek down to the public or school library all the time to do her papers and research.

"It's a tool, it works" the pretty woman shrugged dismisively. Just then something beeped and she pulled from the laptop bag a smartphone. She smoothly touched the screen with her impeccably manicured fingers and read what was on the screen. She turned the phone sideways and slid out the keyboard from beneath it and tapped out a reply with her polished fingernails. She pushed send and then smiled absentmindedly before pushing the keyboard back and pressing a button that had the phone go dark before slipping it into a pocket of the bag again. She slipped her laptop back in the case and zippered the leather shut before looking up again to see Amy watching her.

"Do you use it for work?" Amy asked hesitantly feeling like a fool but wanting to talk to someone. She was becoming increasingly nervous as she waited for their flight to be called.

The woman grinned and answered "work, play, a little bit of both. It's really too much for what I need but it's got power for anything I wish to do" she said vaguely.

"Most people would give their left nut to have one" Amy said crudely and then blushed when she realized what she had said.

The woman laughed. It was cool and clear and genuine. It only surprised Amy more. "When you have something this elaborate, sometimes you realize what a waste it really is" the woman said quietly. She started to examine Amy in return curiously.

Amy squirmed realizing what the sophisticated woman was seeing. She was 5'4" in her stocking feet. She was wearing comfortable slacks and a pretty blouse but nothing like this woman's expensive tailored suit. Amy's mother had always drilled into her that she should dress nicely when she traveled so people would treat her better but she had never traveled before so this was a first for her. She wasn't much to look at with her dirt brown hair and her pale skin. A light sprinkling of freckles ruined what could have been an attractive face and instead gave her the girl next door look. She wore no make up since she wasn't sure when she would get to her hotel and didn't want to spend days with that goop on her face. She looked wholesome and boring next to this much more sophisticated woman.

"So your going to Florence?" the slightly husky voice inquired.

Amy shook her head "no, I'm headed for Venice but I couldn't get a direct flight."

The woman's lips smirked in a sort of smile "really, I'm headed for Venice myself."

"On business?" Amy asked to appease her curiosity about the woman.

"Yes and no, I've been summoned" she answered sounding a little annoyed.

Amy frowned at the word and asked "summoned?"

The woman looked away out the window past all the people that now crowded the waiting area and said "yes, my presence was requested" and left it at that.

Just then the announcement came over the public address system "Flight 292 to Florence Italy now boarding at Gate 11, all first class passenger please come to the gate at this time" the announcement was repeated in a couple of other languages for the benefit of their foreign passengers.

The woman rose at the announcement and looked down at Amy "well, have a nice trip." She hung the leather bag over her shoulder and walked away.

Amy felt like she had already lost a friend. The first person she talked to about her trip and she was walking away already. She felt gauche and unsophisticated next to her but wished she had said something clever and funny while she had been there. She wondered at the woman being 'summoned' but it was none of her business and she let it go at that.

It was at least ten minutes before they called for Amy and the others that would board the aircraft. When she handed her ticket in at the gate she was surprised when the ticket taker asked her to step aside.

"Ms. Gray?" a voice behind her addressed her.

Amy wondered what this was about as she nodded. She hadn't done anything wrong and she was already frightened.

"There was a problem" the male attendant informed her.

Amy's heart was in her throat, what could possibly have gone wrong? She had paid for her ticket six weeks in advance, her passport was two months old, she had her travelers checks in order and cash as well. She didn't know what 'problem' there could possibly be and she instantly thought of a hundred.

"We overbooked your row and a family is insisting on sitting together, they have small children" he told her apologetically "we have bumped you up to first class for the inconvenience" he smiled as he handed her a new ticket.

She looked at him in delighted surprise and stammered "th thank you!"

He smiled broader at her genuine enthusiasm and said "have a pleasant trip and thank you for flying Air Italia."

She walked with a bounce in her step as he escorted her to the gate in front of the other passengers lined up there who looked at her curiously and her ticket was processed. She walked down the companionway and onto the airplane.

"Ticket please" she heard an accent at the door of the aircraft. She felt so nervous. What if the first class ticket was a mistake?

"Ah Ms. Gray, welcome to Air Italia, this way please" the woman smiled once she read the ticket and realized it was first class.

She was shown to the front of the plane instead of the back. The chairs up here were the size of Lay-Z-Boy recliners and looked luxurious. Amy had researched this trip for a long time in anticipation of taking it as well as seen movies over the years so she of course knew there was a definite difference between first class and how they were treated compared to the rest of the passengers. She had allotted only so much for flying for her trip and had thought the extra expense unnecessary and exorbitant but seeing the seats alone made her think maybe this life wouldn't be so bad. Since she wasn't paying for the extra accommodation she would just enjoy it. As the stewardess escorted her to her seat she looked around in anticipation. She saw that there was already another passenger seated in the outside aisle seat and that the one by the window was still unoccupied.

"Excuse me Ms. Valour" the stewardess said to get the woman's attention.

It was then that Amy saw that the woman was the sophisticated woman she had so admired from the terminal. Amy didn't know if she was embarrassed or not at the fact that she would be seated next to her for the next 11 hours of the flight.

The woman looked up and immediately stood up with her bag on her lap to allow Amy to slip by to her own seat.

"May I get you anything Ms. Valour?" the stewardess asked as they both sat down in their seats.

"Bourbon and coke if you would please?" she said pleasantly.

"And you Ms. Gray?" Amy looked up startled, no one called her Ms. Gray.

"I'll just have white soda" she said confused. She hadn't thought about drinking on the trip and she wasn't sure she could afford it. Didn't they jack up the prices of things on planes and in hotels?

She concentrated on getting her seat belt around her. She knew from watching television and movies that they always had you put it on to fly, she wanted to be prepared. She also was painfully aware of the sophisticated woman sitting next to her and didn't want to seem to simple around her.

"First flight?" the woman asked her and Amy could have died, what had given her away?

Amy looked up into the most amazing eyes. She couldn't tell for a moment if they were brown or green, the mix was incredible. She finally realized the womans eyes were hazel and absolutely astounding in their brilliance. She gulped and nodded in reply and the woman smiled wryly.

"Wow, that was brave, you do realize this is an 11 hour flight?" she asked softly.

Just then the stewardess returned with their drinks and handed them each a soda filled cup. She also handed the woman a little bottle of bourbon.

"Thank you" they both said to the stewardess.

Amy watched as the woman effortlessly uncapped the bourbon and poured it into her soda and took a drink.

"So after Venice, where else are you going?" the woman inquired politely.

"How do you know I'm going to Venice?" she blurted before realizing she had told her in the terminal. Her face turned a few shades of red which seemed to amuse the sophisticated woman.

"Are you going anywhere else?" she asked.

Amy shook her head and then shrugged "I don't know, I've never been anywhere" she answered truthfully.

"And you chose Venice for your first trip anywhere?"

Amy nodded "it just seemed like the most incredible place on earth and I have always thought I'd like to go there."

The woman seemed to understand as she nodded thoughtfully. "It is very romantic, the history is incredible, I hope you will enjoy yourself. Are you going alone?" she guessed astutely.

Amy nodded "yes, that way I can do what I want, when I want without waiting for anyone else or their schedule."

The woman nodded in agreement. "Too bad that you can't share it with someone you love, it's terribly romantic."

Amy shrugged wryly "Ah well, perhaps someday."

"Your not involved with anyone, someone you could have shared it with?"

Amy shook her head "there has been no time."

"Your fairly young, what do you mean 'no time?'" The woman looked at her inquiringly.

"I've been studying to get my master's degree in education. I just finished. This trip is my treat for all my hard work and sacrifices from the past few years." She didn't know why she was sharing her life story with the attractive woman but her voice was just so soothing and her interest genuine.

"Wow, a masters degree at your age, congratulations. What will you be teaching?" Her eyes grew admiring and Amy couldn't help but respond.

"I will be teaching middle school aged children, fifth and six graders" Amy responded proudly.

"That's a hard age to get to pay attention. They are trying out their wings at that age, too young to be really teenagers, too old to be behaving the way they will" the woman said knowledgeably.

At Amy's amazed look she added "I had children that age once" she laughed and Amy joined in.

Just then they heard an announcement "this is Captain Fergonio, we will finish boarding in a few moments, please take your seats, the seat belt sign has just come on. Thank you for flying Air Italia."

The stewardess came by to take their now empty cups and they both placed them in the plastic bag she was holding.

"Do I have time to make a call before we take off?" the woman inquired politely.




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"Oh yes Ms. Valour, we are just now seating a few stragglers and then we will pull from the gate, just make it quick" she said with a smile before continuing on.

The woman pulled out her phone and pushed a button to turn her screen on and using her manicured finger to open the phone line. She went down a list of numbers and names that Amy could see and chose one to tap twice on. Putting the phone to her ear she listened into it. Amy could hear the rings and then a funny beeping. In disgust the woman put the phone down and tapped on it again hanging up the call. She then pushed a few more things on the screen and pulled the keyboard out from under the screen and typed a quick message that Amy could see.

'Leaving O'Hare now, Florence in 11, Ciao baby" before she pressed send. Turning off the phone this time she quickly slipped it into her bag which she pushed under the seat in front of her.

"Are you meeting someone in Venice?" Amy asked curious.

The woman smiled wryly "Yes, my girlfriend will meet me at our hotel when I get there but I also have a couple of business meetings that have been set up so it's good timing to go." It didn't sound like she was that enthused.

Amy was surprised that the woman so openly admitted to meeting a girlfriend. Where she came from people didn't do that. It was hidden for the most part. She had gone to a university where it was a little more accepted but she had never expected a sophisticated woman such as this to admit it so openly.

"Have I shocked you?" the woman asked amused.

Amy shook her head and smiled "no, just a little surprised."

"In this day and age?"

"No, not that, just that, that you...." she didn't know how to finish what she was trying to say. She heard the door to the plane being closed and realized she hadn't felt nervous for awhile, that all returned at this moment.

The closing of the door didn't phase her traveling companion though, she was continuing on their conversation as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "What, that someone like me would be gay?" she asked.

Amy returned to their conversation with a nod.

"It takes all kinds to make up this world" the woman answered. She didn't sound defensive and she certainly wasn't apologizing. "What about you?" she asked surprising Amy.

"What about me?" Amy repeated stupidly realizing the plane was pulling away from the gate.

"Are you gay or straight or bi?" the woman looked at her kindly and curiously.

"I don't know" Amy answered truthfully.

"You don't know?" she asked surprised. Her impeccably groomed eyebrows rose up on her forehead.

Amy shook her head "I don't know because I have been concentrating on getting my degree for years now. I've dated guys, I've felt attracted to women, but I don't know if I would prefer one or the other." She looked around curiously as the plane began to roll towards a large expanse of concrete.

"This is your captain again, we are eighth in line for take off. Everyone please buckle their seat belts and sit quietly while we wait, all phones and other electronic devices please turn off." The metal sound of his voice was awful over the speaker.

As they moved inexorably towards the tarmac and turned Amy could see through her window the other planes before them as they rolled into line. The captain kept them going slow enough that they never quite stopped as they moved up one at a time in line.

"Are you okay?" the woman asked Amy and she spun around from the window she was looking out nearly giving herself whiplash in doing so.

The woman looked down where Amy's hand was wrapped around the arm rest, her nails were digging into the upholstery and they were icily white. Amy was surprised, she hadn't realized she was doing it at all. "I think I am a little nervous" she told the woman breathlessly.

"Sometimes it helps if you just close your eyes. Taking off and landing are the worst" she told her.

"Flight attendants take your seats" the captains tin voice came over the speakers and they all knew they were next.

"Here, hold my hand" the woman said and took Amy's unprotestingly in her own.

The plane lurched as they sped up down the tarmac. Amy was surprised how quick they went and then with a sickening, at least to her, lurch they were up and began climbing rapidly. She held onto her new friends hand desperately, hating the motion that reminded her of too many rides at the carnival. It all smoothed out though, a lot quicker than she would have thought possible. She looked out and was surprised to see clouds outside her window. She looked over at her new friend gratefully.

"Thank you" she said as she tried to extricate her now numb hand.

"Your welcome" the woman replied as she settled comfortably in her chair. "By the way, my name is Alexis Valour, call me Lexi for short" she held out her hand.

"I'm Amy, Amy Gray" Amy shook the delicate hand with it's impeccably manicured nails.

"Pleased to meet you Amy. It's a long flight, I'm glad your sitting next to me" Lexi smiled.

"Thank you Lexi, I'm glad your here too" Amy said fervently. It made it a lot easier to fly now that she had made a friend.

Lexi asked her about her college years and Amy explained how she had gone year round in order to get her bachelors in record time and then her masters so that she could get a better job. She had applied to and gotten for her first year out a position on Long Island in one of the best paying teachers jobs in the country. It hadn't been easy to get but she had great references, good grades, and she knew how lucky she was.

"Do you have somewhere to live out on Long Island?" Lexi asked her.

Amy shook her head "I thought I'd move out and go to Long Island and look around for a month or so before school started."

"How long are you going to be in Venice?" Lexi asked concerned.

"About six weeks. Most of my stuff is in storage anyway, I stayed in the dorms while I went to school so it was easy to move out last week and put the rest in there."

"What about your parents?" Lexi asked and then was immediately sorry for asking as she watched Amy's expressive face.

"They died six years ago. I think I went a little crazy after their accident. I had planned to go to college right after high school but I got into a bit of trouble and it took awhile before I realized I was heading no where fast. They wouldn't have been proud of the way I behaved after they were gone but they were all I had. No brothers, no sisters, and after the way I behaved, no friends. I applied for college and amazingly I got accepted. I packed up and moved across the state and started over. I kept to myself except for a few people I had to work with, a few I had all my classes with, or my roommates over the years. I figured hard work was enough to make up for the time I wasted. It wouldn't bring my parents back but it would make them proud." She hung her head at the shame she felt for doing things that would have disappointed her parents. 

"Hey, they didn't see it and maybe they would have understood" Lexi said kindly.

"Maybe, but probably not knowing them" she said. "I never got the chance to get past the terrible teens, I hope they knew how much I loved them" she said sadly.

"They knew, all parents realize how rotten their kids are as teens, they hope and pray they will grow out of it, and if they are rational adults, they get past it and forgive it."

"Mine never got the chance" Amy said miserably.

"Maybe they would have" Lexi said astutely.

"How do you know so much?" Amy asked.

"My children are in their twenties, I saw it all, the rebellious teen, the slackard, the defiance. What they didn't realize was that I had also been a teen once and done those same things to my own parents." Lexi said with a smile of remembrance.

Amy looked at her in surprise that she would have children that old "you don't look old enough to have children that age" she said in astonishment.

"Thank you for the compliment, I've been genetically blessed" Lexi laughed at her surprise and flattering compliment.

"I bet you were a straight A student and never looked back" Amy smiled teasingly.

Lexi laughed, a genuine laugh. "Nope, straight B's and occasional A's, but I worked hard to get ahead, had my children, started my own business, sold it, and met my girl" she smiled as she said it.

"Your girl?" Amy was surprised to that Lexi was dating a girl. She visualized this sophisticated woman suddenly with a girl in a Catholic school girl's outfit.

Lexi smiled wryly "my woman then? I've been with her a long time, my girl and I refer to each other that way, I guess it's habit."

"She's younger than you?" Amy asked curious as to what type of woman would hold this amazing sophisticated woman.

Lexi shook her head "No, she's older, more worldly than me."

Amy was amazed, sure Lexi had to be teasing her but she was serious. That this woman would think there was someone more 'worldly' than her astounded Amy. She was sure she had misunderstood her. "What's she like? How did you meet her? What's her name?" Amy surprised herself by firing off the questions quickly.

Lexi smiled at her enthusiasm. She had to remember back...

It was just ten years ago when she had taken her first trip to Europe to consult with a company that was merging with the American company she represented. Her advice and expertise was needed to make the transaction smooth. Her reputation in the business world was well respected and her advice sought after by all the best firms. It helped that she had run her own successful businesses for years before selling them just before the bottom dropped out of the market. Going independent meant she took a lot more risks with various companies that meant they had to pay her for her advice and expertise. Fortunately for her bank account she was paid well. She was set for life and didn't have to work after selling her companies but she wanted to work, she needed to work. Her oldest son was 15 so it was okay for her to leave her children for a couple of weeks that she needed to finish this job. The kids were well taken care of and responsible and she didn't have a worry leaving them for extended periods of time. They were used to it and she brought them the best presents. They knew their own hard work at school was necessary and when time allowed she took them along and they had seen most of the country from one end to the other.

She walked into the European branch of La Orange with a confident walk and announced herself to the receptionist. Apparently she had been expected, but Alexis Valour was NOT what THEY had expected. She had been firm, she had been efficient, she had cut through the bullshit that executives tended to put in the way of what should have been a smooth transition for the American firm. She had been diplomatic but resorted to brass tactics when she had to. Her higher ups had been delighted. She did more in the weeks she was there than what a team of people hadn't been able to do in months. They gave her a glowing report that led to her next job, and her next.

While she was in Germany she kept herself amused in her down time by visiting museums, the zoo, and occasionally clubs. Her name, her firm, and her money got her into all the best but she didn't let that go to her head as some would have. A drink was a drink as far as she was concerned. If you paid $10 for a drink that should cost $2, you were a fool. Alexis Valour was by far no one's fool as she had proven time and again. She enjoyed dancing, she enjoyed meeting people, she didn't spend unnecessary dollars, euros, pounds, or marks. Whether or not they were her own money.

She was at one such club on a rather grueling Friday night. She had to let go a pair of executives from the firm who were not on board with the current plan of unification. They obstinate behavior had cost the company time and again. Repeated discussions had been to no avail and although she didn't like to do it she had fired them. She was using the club to relax and unwind. They hadn't taken the fact that she was a woman, an American, and an invader onto their turf very well. Their dismissal had been brutal and she needed a drink, she needed to relax. 

"May I have this dance?" an exotic voice with a touch of a foreign accent asked her in English over her shoulder and Lexi turned to see one of the most stunningly beautiful women she had ever seen. She was shorter than Lexi but only by an inch or so. Her blonde hair had streaks of a darker color in it that was hard to see under the club lights. Her face was heart shaped, her lips infinitely kissable, and her eyes amazingly bright in the club lights. Lexi was stunned for only a moment before smiling brilliantly at the invitation.

"I'd love to" Lexi said as she tossed off the last of her drink and grabbed her clutch. She followed the blonde to the dance floor and was immediately enfolded in her arms. They rocked quietly, not too strenuously to the rock beat. It wasn't fast enough to dance apart but not slow enough for a slow dance, they compromised and held each other as they danced and chatted.

"I'm Sasha" the blonde said exotically to her.

Lexi was enthralled, the voice alone would seduce the most frozen heart. "I'm Alexis" she answered back.

"Ah Alexis" the exotic beauty said putting a spin on the name that had Lexi enthralled. "Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman" Sasha breathed.

And so began a wonderful friendship. From the beginning Alexis was captivated by the blonde. She learned Sasha was from the former Soviet Union. Her father and she had capitalized on the upheaval and managed to make an absolute fortune for themselves. 

"Sasha is one of the wealthiest women in the world" Lexi told Amy with some pride.

"I thought Oprah was" Amy put in naively captivated by Lexi's story and wanting to hear more.

"Oprah is one of the wealthiest but there is wealth that isn't reported to Forbes magazine" Lexi grinned at her companion before continuing her story.

Sasha had heard of Alexis through business contacts and what she was doing for La Orange. That she was whipping it into shape so the merger went smoother was most impressive. That she hadn't taken any prisoners in her desire to make the job work was no secret. Sasha had been intrigued. Hearing that Ms. Valour happened to prefer women only made her more desirable. She had been afraid that Alexis Valour wouldn't live up to her reputation and having contrived to meet her at the club she was thrilled to not be disappointed.

Alexis was attractive in her own way, not beautiful but commanding and there was something about her that drew people. She had a presence. Sasha turned the dance into a date and the date into much much more. Within a week she was making love to the incredible woman that was Alexis Valour and even that didn't disappoint in any way. It had annoyed her that it took a week to get into her skirts but Alexis wasn't playing hard to get, she wanted to be sure before she succumbed to Sasha's undeniable charms. 

Sasha was childlike sometimes in her desire to get what she wanted when she wanted it but her undeniably beautiful body had gotten her far. Not that she slept her way to the top, she was a little more choosy than that but just the fact that she was a beautiful woman had opened many doors for her over the years. She accepted her looks as a matter of course and used them shamelessly. She didn't however sleep with just anyone. Alexis Valour she wanted to sleep with and it had taken all of her persuasive charms to get her to succumb. To get her surrender. It had been a sweet surrender. It had been worth the wait, it had been worth the anticipation.

Lexi had surprised Sasha with her unabashed enjoyment of sex. Her passion had overwhelmed the beautiful Russian and Sasha had never been sure who was in charge by the time they had come up for air. Lexi was inventive, she was mischievous, and she left Sasha gasping. By the time her time was up in Europe Sasha had begged her to stay and be her mistress. Lexi thanked her but said she had to go home. Sasha had followed her of course, in love for the first time in her adult life. She had never met someone who told her no, who accepted none of the many gifts she wanted to bestow on her, who was firm in her own wants and desires and was willing to leave Sasha. Lexi could hold her own, she was strong, she was firm, she could be soft, loving, and kind. Sasha was captivated as never before, the love had surprised her with it's power.

Sasha Brenhov had been born poor in a little village outside of Moscow. Her father and mother had moved to Siberia for a better chance at a better job. By the time her brother had come along her parents were fairly well off in the notoriously poor Soviet Union. Her parents saw the way the political field had lain and they sent both of their children to college to learn business. Her mother died while Sasha learned hard lessons of business at the harsh hands of Russian scholars. Many were only anxious to get in her pants and while she learned that she did not want men after her numerous attempts to be normal, she realized she enjoyed women too much to deny her sexuality. As the seeds of rebellion had been sown her brother became a victim of random violence and her father hardened as he saw his dreams come crashing down in the death of his only son. Sasha was his only heir and in her he was surprised to see more brilliance than his son had ever shown. Her graduation on the eve of the collapse of the Soviet Union had afforded them both chances that they took with both hands. Hers legal and his not so legal. The resulting influx of money changed both their worlds. Since Russian rubels weren't reported to magazines such as Forbes and most of it was hidden in Swiss bank accounts and elsewhere around the world they went unnoticed and continued to amass their immense fortune. Sasha's father died a happy man, he had more money than Midas in his mind and a brilliant daughter to continue his legacy. The first thing she did upon his death was to get rid of his more illegal enterprises. She kept her contacts of course, one never knew who might be useful for what, but she kept her businesses fairly legitimate and certainly with in the realms of the law. As a Russian citizen she gave greatly to charities and paid her taxes willingly. She was a model citizen as far as their current government was concerned. Her enterprises brought in a lot of money for their economy, provided necessary and needed jobs, and her contacts brought foreign trade that helped their economy and more. Sasha Brenhov was a very respected citizen. She was smart enough to realize though that any government could come and go, she respected the American democracy but she studied other's for their socialism, communism, even the dictatorships and invested wisely. She knew keeping her money in one country would be a fatal mistake. She enjoyed her life and the fruits of her labor too much to risk it.

Lexi had traveled all over the world for Sasha but she still managed to keep her independence. She grudgingly accepted an occasional gift from her lover but would never let her buy her houses or yachts or anything else she felt was ostentatious. She tried valiantly to keep from taking all her jobs from Sasha. She needed to keep her balance but Sasha Brenhov was a very stubborn woman and wanted the love of her life by her side always. Lexi felt it was important to keep her independence. To keep from becoming a cog in Sasha Brenhov's wheel of immense wealth. She also instinctively knew that keeping Sasha from taking her for granted kept her intrigued, kept her coming back, kept her from becoming bored with her. She knew from time to time that Sasha had her followed, the first few times had enraged her and the fights the two of them had had, had been something to see, were legendary among Sasha's employees. Lexi realized it was just the fact that Sasha was a bit insecure that made her do such things but it didn't excuse her from being accountable. Sasha had met Lexi's children over the years and attempted to 'help' them out. Lexi had been furious over this obvious attempt to 'bribe' or 'buy' her children and the resulting fight had been incredible. Sasha had thought she had truly blown their relationship, that it had been irreparable from her actions. Lexi though loved Sasha and forgave her. There were definite lines drawn though over which Sasha no longer dared to cross, she didn't want to lose Lexi, she became Sasha's moral compass in the business world and finally in her personal world. The fact that Lexi was the one person in Sasha's world who could love her without all her money surprised her and gave her a comfort she got no where else.




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Sasha gave Lexi amazing vacations and perks. Occasionally she slipped and tried to buy something that Lexi just would not accept. Lexi though gave her a special love and Sasha couldn't pay for that. She accepted it, it gave her comfort, it completed her as nothing else did. Lexi's agile and fertile mind wasn't only in business. If Sasha hadn't known better she would swear Lexi cheated on her. She came up with the most incredible and exotic things as they made wild and passionate love when they were together. Lexi simply explained that she did research, the internet, books, and her own fertile imagination supplied her with enough to keep Sasha breathless.

"You have to really love someone to trust them that much to do the things that will keep them enthralled" Lexi explained to avid listener Amy who was amazed and intrigued by the things Lexi was telling her about her love affair with Sasha. "Trust is an amazing thing, if that were gone, so to the relationship."

Sasha wanted to marry Lexi and had begged her time and again to consider it. There were countries and states that it was legal to marry and other countries that had to accept it. Lexi wouldn't hear of it though. She liked being Sasha's girlfriend. She liked meeting her all over the world when her work allowed. She enjoyed Sasha and loved her but she wouldn't marry her much to Sasha's annoyance. She couldn't , wouldn't be there for her 24/7, it kept Sasha on her toes, it kept her coming back, it also satisfied something in Lexi that allowed her to keep her independence. Sasha couldn't take her for granted, Lexi would just get up and leave, Sasha's hold on her was love and while she had to be content with that sometimes it wasn't enough, she wanted more so much sometimes it was painful. Lexi gave her so much she couldn't explain why she wanted more. Lexi was her world sometimes, she made Sasha feel things she couldn't explain, she couldn't fathom, she wanted it all the time and the fact that she couldn't made Lexi just that much more desirable. It made Sasha a better person, it made her want to please Lexi more, give her much more than she was allowed. Lexi didn't want things though, she wanted Sasha and on her terms. It had worked for a long time and they both wanted more but were unable to obtain it. They had to be content with their love and how it came to them, when they were together, even when they were not. Lexi knew that Sasha wouldn't be content living in the middle of the Midwest with only Lexi's children to stimulate them, she couldn't run her vast empire from there, Lexi wouldn't ask her to. Lexi herself wasn't content to stay at home for any length of time, it was why she enjoyed her job so much, it was why she enjoyed loving Sasha and the excitement she brought into her life.

"We visit her houses on Long Island, in the city in Manhattan periodically, maybe you will get to meet her" Lexi told the innocent and enthralled Amy. She told her of things that Amy could only imagine. Of incredible riches and things that were out of the reach of ordinary people.

"Are you from New York?" Amy asked not sure with her accent that she could be.

"No, I'm from Lincoln, Nebraska actually. My children all live around there and I go home frequently so I can enjoy seeing them. One of them is determined to be a farmer, one is a teacher, although not with your education" she smiled "one is going to just be a housewife but she's so good at it I almost think she should be an interior decorator once she has children and they are in school. My other daughter I think would have been a nun in another century, she heartily disapproves of me and my lifestyle but I love them all and they love me. They have all met Sasha from time to time and while not all of them approve of her they can respect what she has done."

"Why didn't you fly in a private jet to meet her if she has so much money?" Amy asked.

"Because I knew it would annoy her to have her assistant book me on a commercial flight. I really do hate waste. She has a jet, she actually has a few at her disposal and I won't let her waste fuel just to come get me when there is a perfectly good commercial jet to fly me there. Mind you I am flying first class but I won't get there fast enough for her." She grinned.

Amy laughed at the naughty way Lexi told her about her girlfriend. Sasha sounded exotic, she sounded spoiled, but she also sounded a little scary to someone like Amy.

They passed the time on the flight quite pleasantly in each other's company. Amy enjoyed every minute of it. Finally though Lexi said she was talked out and insisted they both get some sleep. Even in sleep though she gave off that aura that Amy had observed when they first met. There was just something there that wasn't definable. She exuded class and elegance but there was just so much more.

As they landed in Florence, Lexi suggested they take the train together. She held Amy's hand once again as the plane landed smoothly on the tarmac. She had enjoyed making friends with Amy almost as much as Amy had. They had several hour's lay over and used it to go to dinner. Amy was surprised that the only baggage that Lexi had was her leather laptop case.

"Why should I bother, she is only going to buy me what she wants me to wear" she shrugged.

Amy was incredulous. Buy her an entire wardrobe for each trip?

"It's not as exciting as it sounds, I don't keep it all, sometimes it appears each time I do, especially the jewels" Lexi informed her.

Amy was still incredulous at the expense that Sasha went to time and again for Lexi. She had examined the diamond necklace, bracelet, earrings, and even the anklet and knew that Lexi had a lot of expensive things. She had missed the diamond ring on her first inspection. It all matched perfectly but then with class like Lexi's she wasn't surprised. Lexi accepted it all as a matter of course.

Amy lugged her bag and Lexi helped her with it until they went through customs and they were temporarily separated. Lexi was a much more important person than little Amy Gray and treated accordingly. The fact that she had nothing to declare and only her laptop meant she was through customs that much quicker.

"Hi, sorry that took so long" Amy apologized as she came up.

Lexi smiled at her and said "no problem. Amy, this is Sergio, he is going to take your luggage to the car" she said with a wink.

Amy was confused as a swarthy Italian man swooped to pick up her carry on as well as the large suitcase she was rolling along.

"Sasha sent him to try to convince me to take a plane to Venice. I say the train is much more efficient and Sergio agreed to take me and my new friend to dinner and then the train" she said with a smile.

Amy immediately understood. Sasha had been impatient and Lexi was taking her sweet time. She was glad. She was enjoying her new friend and looking forward to spending more time with her before they arrived in Venice.

Dinner was extraordinary. Amy was sure she would never have eaten like this if she had been alone. The atmosphere was totally Italian and she had no idea half of what she ate as she couldn't pronounce the words. It tasted incredible and it was only later as Lexi explained what she had eaten that she had her first qualms of discontent. It was a good thing she hadn't known what she had eaten or she might not even have tried it. She was grateful for Lexi for forcing her to try new foods and she would try to remember the words of them as they had been delicious despite the fact of what some of them actually were. It was why she was traveling after all to try new and exotic things right?

Sergio made sure they made the train with time to spare and lugged Amy's heavy bag onto the train for her and stored it before departing with a hand to his cap for Lexi. Lexi watched amused as he left the train before sitting down across from Amy.

"I'm going to pay for that later" she commented wryly.

"What do you mean?" Amy asked concerned.

"He is going to report if he hasn't already that I refused to take the plane that was probably sent for me and instead took the train and that I'm traveling with a woman" she grinned at Amy, her eyes sparkling.

Amy's mouth dropped open "you mean they will think that we..."

Lexi nodded.

"That we..." she repeated.

Lexi laughed.

"That we're..." she didn't know what to say too shocked to say anymore.

Lexi leaned forward and patted her on the knee "don't worry, I'll survive. I've done nothing wrong in my eyes and in Sergio's eyes everything I do is wrong so I'm sure Sasha will take that into account before she judges."

"I'm sorry Lexi, I wouldn't harm your relationship with Sasha for the world" Amy stammered.

Lexi shrugged fatalistically "it's not a perfect relationship. She can be petty, she can be childish" she paused as the train began to pull out of the station "she can also be the most generous person you ever met, so loving, so sweet. It's a real conundrum sometimes how I feel towards her. There are times when I can't wait to see her and be with her and enjoy her. There are others that I can't wait to leave her and miss her again. She is one of the few people that can drive me to distraction just by being herself. She angers me, enrages me actually. And then she loves me and I feel the world right itself" she sighed as she looked out the window as the city started going by the window.

"Sounds like life" Amy said astutely despite her youth.

Lexi nodded and smiled "yes, it wasn't what I had planned for myself but then what do I know."

They discussed life and it's vagaries as they whittled away the hours from Florence to Venice. They had become good friends as the train pulled into the station.

"I do hope you will be our guest at dinner tomorrow night at our hotel" Lexi stated as she helped Amy with her cases.

"I really don't want to impose" Amy said hesitatingly.

"You won't impose, I really do want you to meet Sasha. Say you'll come, please?" the woman who had impressed her so the previous day was still impressing her with the various facets of herself. Amy didn't want to refuse her.

"Okay, I'll come to your hotel for dinner" Amy agreed as they slowly got off the train and a porter helped with the heavier bags.

"I'll send a boat to your hotel" Lexi informed her "say about 8?"

Amy agreed as she looked curiously about her. She was HERE, she was in the city of her dreams, but not exactly. The train had come in far from the actual city and a boat was necessary to go across the vast stretch of water to the city proper. Amy wasn't sure how to arrange that but she was certain she could manage.

"Signora Valour, welcome back to Venice" a voice greeted Lexi and she turned with a smile to a small Italian man who beamed at her in pleasure.

"Signore Figero, grazie, grazie" she returned. He went to take her arm to help her into the boat he had waiting nearby.

Amy saw it was one of the ones she had always dreamed of. The rich looking wood lined the sides of the boat with a small cabin to keep out the weather if necessary. The gondolas of Venice stayed within the city limits and she looked forward to seeing them later.

Lexi wouldn't allow herself to be led. She turned to her new friend and said "Amy, why don't we give you a ride to your hotel?"

Amy was already shaking her head "No, no Lexi, I appreciate the offer but I'm sure Sasha is waiting for you."

Lexi let out a bark of laughter "I am sure she is, impatiently" she grinned and added "a few more minutes won't put her in a better mood. Come on." She gestured and pointed to Signore Figero "help her with the bags won't you?"

He looked startled for only a moment as he immediately went to wrestle the bags out of Amy's reluctant grip. She conceded. There was no arguing with Lexi she had found. She was one of the most generous women she had ever met and she liked her besides. She didn't want to disappoint her for some reason. That was how she found herself in the richly appointed boat being sped across the great expanse of water in the twilight towards the city of her dreams. It looked like she had always thought it would with it's great houses and beautiful architecture. She had her tour book and countless hours of reading that she had behind her, she was ready to explore this incredible city.

Signore Figero dropped her at the dock outside a small hotel not too far from the Grand Canal. After giving Lexi a hug she promised to meet her tomorrow for dinner with Sasha and she watched as Signore Figero drove the amazing woman quickly away in his boat. No porter was available to help her with her bags and after she checked in she found she had to lug them up three flights of steps to a fairly dingy little room but one that still overlooked the canal and she thought to herself she was in heaven.

As Signore Figero drove off towards Sasha's hotel which Lexi knew was probably the Royale she thought about her new friend and all she had before her. She remembered the excitement of being in her twenties with her whole life ahead of her. She felt almost ancient next to the younger woman but happy for her. She enjoyed her own life and wouldn't have traded it for the world. She began to get excited at the thought of seeing Sasha again. It had been two weeks since she had seen her in Manhattan and she had missed her, she always missed her, but she still wouldn't live with her for any length of time. She wondered if the deal she had been working on so long and her trip to Venice were a coincidence or engineered by Sasha. She had warned her about manipulating business ventures for her before. It annoyed the heck out of her when Sasha did things like that but knowing her nature she couldn't seem to help herself sometimes. It always led to fights. Sasha was usually in the wrong and promised to mend her ways, she usually kept that promise too, for about a year or two before she couldn't help herself again. Her excuses and justifications were amazing. Lexi couldn't help but admire her incredible mind if she would just use it in a less interfering way sometimes.

As they pulled up in front of the Royale she couldn't help but make the comparison from the dingy little hotel they had just left Amy at to the one they were now approaching. The change was rather alarming. Two men ran out to tie off the boat securely to the dock and help Lexi onto firm ground from the boat. It wouldn't pay to have patrons of the world renowned Royale fall into the canal would it? Lexi was amused at how they treated her. She wondered if she wasn't Sasha's girlfriend if she would be treated the same. She had often wondered at that but she didn't let it bother her. She was wealthy in her own right, she was well known in her own circles, and all of this well before she had known Sasha. The perks of being involved with Sasha were just that, perks. She tried to never let it go to her head. She kept Sasha grounded when she let herself become a bit too arrogant. Their fights were legendary but so was their loving. Only Lexi had been known to go into the lion's den when she was feeding on subordinates in a frenzy of anger only to not only tell her she was wrong but to have her soon purring in her arms in abject surrender. She was loved and hated by turns by Sasha's various employees. She showed no favorites and expected no privileges. She asked for respect and gave it just as much.

As she was given a key to their suite and shown to the private elevator she thanked the manager for his personal assistance assuring him she would mention his outstanding service to Sasha who's business he so valued. Actually, she never let on that Sasha didn't give a fig for his services, she expected it as she paid an absolute fortune for it. It came with the rental on the suite of rooms. 

The elevator man left her off on the top room of their hotel. Lexi let herself into the room. She already knew the history of this grand room as she entered. It was the room that the Doge had once slept in. She hoped they had changed the sheets since then. It was the room that prince and princesses from various nations had stayed in. It was the room that Sasha Brenhov always stayed in when she was in Venice. Lexi looked around and grinned. It really was fabulous with 15 foot high ceilings and richly wood lined windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. No ordinary lights in this room instead chandeliers lit it brilliantly. White walls with gold leaf lined the outrageous decorations proclaiming it's richness and history. Beautiful paintings of various scenes lined the walls. A museum was what Lexi felt it was like as she entered it's luxurious folds. Each piece of furniture was an antique in it's own right except for the modern couches and coffee tables. The desks, the chairs, the decor was ancient and beautiful.

"About time you got here" a husky voice greeted her and she turned with a smile as Sasha swept into the room from one of the suite's bedrooms. She stood there in a beautiful little dress that accented her exquisite frame and made her look even more attractive to her lover's eyes if that were possible. Her breasts were barely contained as they threatened to spill over the lines of the dress. Her long blonde hair with it's darker brown roots that turned to platinum blonde without aid of a hair dresser swung along her back as she walked towards the woman who had come across the Earth to be with her.

Lexi walked determinedly across the room and swung her case onto the nearest couch before catching the blonde in her arms for a bear hug. She knew that Sasha craved this type of affection, she missed her so when they were apart, it was why she 'demanded' her presence as often as possible. She pulled back slightly so she could look at this crazy impetuous woman she loved so much before she leaned in for a kiss. Gawd, she looked good, she even tasted good. The kiss started fairly easily but both of them were too good at using their tongues not to deepen it and really taste each other, they battled with their tongues briefly as they caressed along each others, Lexi sucked on Sasha's greedy little tongue and heard her groan as she wrapped her hands around Lexi's waist and squeezed her ass closer.

"Why couldn't you come on my plane so you could be here sooner" Sasha murmured complaining as she touched the woman she loved so. Even if she were blind she would know this woman's body. She loved her so much, she frustrated her so much with her desire to remain independent. They both spent way too much time traveling the globe to be with each other for too short a time. The most they had ever spent together had been three months once in Manhattan on a cool fall season enjoying the sights and sounds of New York together. She remembered it well and had loved every moment of their time together but Lexi insisted on earning her own way in this world, she had obligations to her clients, to her children and family. Sasha wasn't her whole world despite her desperate desire to be so. Sasha had too many interests around the world though to remain in one place for too long. She had homes all over the world so she didn't have to stay in hotels too often. Venice was the one of the exceptions but only because she knew that Lexi loved staying in the city and exploring each time they came here and refused to allow her to buy a palazzo. She only wanted a little one but Lexi had a fit the last time it came up.

"I enjoyed flying over on a commercial jet, why waste the fuel" she breathed as she kissed her way down Sasha's neck. She could feel the blonde relaxing against her body and couldn't wait to have her naked in her arms.

Sasha removed the jacket of Lexi's suit and let it fall to the floor. "I hear you met someone?" she inquired innocently. Inside she was quaking with fear that perhaps this time Lexi had met someone else. She didn't know why she did this to herself, Lexi had never given her cause for concern. She had been totally faithful since the day they had met. It was others who had tried to come between them but never had either one of them ever slept with another. Sasha had no desire to since she had fallen in love with this amazing and frustrating woman and for some reason it had become a matter of honor. She knew if Lexi had confirmation of her ever having betrayed their love she would walk away, there would be no more confrontations, no discussion, no pleading. She would simply let Sasha go. Sasha didn't want that and despite having been sorely tempted a few times over the years she always remembered how much she loved this woman. She simply would not, could not, hurt this woman in that way.




Kept



"Yes, a quaint gal from Illinois, I invited her to dine with us tomorrow" Lexi gasped as Sasha unbuttoned her blouse and plunged her hand inside to feel her breast. It immediately began to feel hard to Lexi as Sasha expertly played with it.

"Tomorrow, but I had plans..." Sasha began but immediately forgot those plans as Lexi's hands began to raise her skirt and she knew what came next. At the feel of Lexi's hands on her ass she moaned. The hell with any plans, she needed to take this woman to bed and NOW!

She pulled the woman into the bedroom and determinedly stripped her. At no time did Lexi feel Sasha was 'in control' as she just as determinedly stripped her own beautiful body. They knew each other after ten years of playing this dance. They each knew the other's erogenous zones, each other's pleasure points, how to arouse the other the fastest. This first time after weeks apart was going to be hurried but neither of them minded. Hours, days, and weeks apart had given their fertile imaginations plenty of time to imagine what they would do the next time they were together. Now they would act those things out. They knelt together facing each other on the king sized bed. Neither one of them noticed the beautiful decor or the elaborate surroundings. Sasha because she didn't care and Lexi because she was totally fascinated with the beautiful woman before her and couldn't wait to start to make love to her, so she didn't.

First Lexi kissed her deeply to let her know that she had missed her, the kisses in the outer room didn't count at this moment as they knelt naked in front of each other. Lips to lips, breasts to breasts, pussy to pussy they were equal and excited. Loving arms wrapped around each other as they caressed, squeezed, pinched when necessary, gasped, and pleasured each other. Lexi soon kissed her way down Sasha's pointy little stubborn chin and along her neck to her ear which she knew was extra sensitive. She breathed warmly into it causing Sasha to shudder in excitement and anticipation. She licked and sucked gently on the ear as her hands fondled and caressed this beautiful woman.

Sasha wasn't just receiving. Her hands were squeezing the luscious breasts of her extraordinary lover. She kept her captivated and she couldn't wait to hear her cries of ecstasy that she knew that she and she alone wrung from this sexy and confident woman. She couldn't wait to cause her the gushing of wetness that would occur when she plunged her fingers inside of her, twisting, and turning them to bring her the utmost pleasure, going down on her to taste that incredible sweetness that only Lexi had.

They both fell to their sides soon enough so they could pleasure each other. Lexi rolled over on top of Sasha and bore her body to the bed. Sasha didn't mind, she welcomed the feel of Lexi's sexy body against her own. She craved it in fact. She thought about it almost constantly when they were apart. She arched her body slightly to give Lexi the feel of her complete body against her. Sometimes she wished they could somehow be a part of the other it felt so incredibly good to be against the other.

Lexi kissed her way down across Sasha's chest to lightly lick on her sensitive nipples. She drew first one and then the other in her mouth and then tried to squeeze the breasts together to suckle them at the same time. She almost succeeded.

Sasha was feeling Lexi's entire torso with her hands firmly against her lover. Her mouth and lips were kissing her neck, her shoulder, her nape as she wrapped her body around her. Her legs rubbed against Lexi's feeling the warmth of hers against her own, it was so sensual, she was so aroused, she couldn't wait.

Lexi's hand brushed across Sasha's belly lightly, arousing the Russian woman in ways she could only anticipate. Her fingers were the first to find the wetness between the blonde's beautiful legs. The few curls that remained from the blonde's trimming were tickled between her fingers as she played before plunging into that wetness. Sasha's hips involuntarily arched into her hand. Her thumb rubbed Sasha's very erect clit and she heard a satisfying moan for her efforts. She knew Sasha so well that she could only hurry this part for a more satisfying slow love making later, she herself knew she needed this quickly. She plunged inside, her thumb rubbing insistently and Sasha gasped. Her lips traveled across Sasha's stomach as she kissed and tasted. Sasha's hand gripped the back of her head pushing down encouraging her in her descent. Lexi could smell the scent of Sasha's arousal and she wanted to stop to take a look but the impatience Sasha was showing wouldn't allow her to sight see. She tasted instead and what a taste. Her fingers plunged in and out and she gathered the honey on her tongue. Her thumb was not enough for Sasha and she pushed her clit towards Lexi's mouth and she gladly sucked it in. Sasha arched against her mouth. Lexi made it fast and furious for her lover, her moans and cries reached a crescendo so quickly. She thrust deeply and sucked avidly. Sasha didn't wait as she began thrusting against Lexi's mouth, hard. Lexi didn't mind, she needed this, this validated everything they felt for each other, she knew only she could make Sasha feel this way, so quickly. As the orgasm spilled over Lexi could feel the spurts of liquid around her fingers, the muscles contracting, and of course her face being pummeled by Sasha's hips against her face as her clit went in and out of her mouth. Sasha screamed as she reached her peak and Lexi held on to give her the ultimate pleasure she could. It took Sasha a long time to come down from the summit, she had anticipated these feelings for too long and having Lexi there to make them happen, she was going to enjoy them for as long as she could.

There was a point when Lexi realized that Sasha was ready for the next phase in their lovemaking. Lexi hadn't come yet and she intended to as she climbed up Sasha's delicious body stopping only to give her lover a hug. She continued to climb and Sasha's eyes opened up in surprise and then anticipation. Lexi very carefully lowered her pussy to Sasha's lush lips and gasped when her lover opened her mouth wide to capture as much of it as she could in her warm mouth. Sasha licked along it all, drinking in all the juices she could find. Her hands held her lovers buttocks and lovingly squeezed them before one of them reached up to play with the breasts that spilled down her torso and waited to be loved. Lexi gasped again as Sasha rolled her clit on her tongue and sucked it into her warm, no hot, mouth. She knew this wouldn't take long, she had waited too long, she had anticipated too much, to let her body find the release that only this beautiful woman gave it. She might play at being hard to get but she would never deny herself or Sasha the pleasure they were now feeling. Sasha instinctively knew this and Lexi began to grind down on her lover's face. The amount of liquid that was coming out of her body should have drowned the blonde but instead she worked hard at swallowing every drop. Her lips, her chin, and her nose were shimmering with the wet. Her hand cupping her lovers body moved in and a finger was gently inserted in and up. Her other hand was doing wonderful things to Lexi's nipple and breast. She threw her head back to enjoy the feelings they invoked. Her hands were on the back of the headboard to balance her as she ground down. Sasha's pinkie brushed against Lexi's rosebud just threatening to go inside, this tease along with all the other stimulation's had her go over the edge. Her bucking became frenzied. She could have easily broken Sasha's nose or even her jaw in her exuberance but Sasha's loving never stopped, she instinctively knew when to turn slightly to avoid getting hurt as she took her own pleasure in her lover's orgasm. 

"Yes" she growled as she ground against the mouth and face. "Yes, Yes, Yes" she screamed with her head thrown back.

Sasha watched what she was doing to her lover. She looked up her body which had developed a fine sheen of sweat. Lexi losing control was a sight to see. Sasha relished each and every moment of it. Only she could do this to her. Only Lexi inspired this in her. The sophisticated and elegant woman was gone and this primeval temptress was all that was left, Sasha considered it better than all her wealth that she had found this amazing and delightful woman to love. It had become her only reason for living, she didn't care about the billions of dollars, pounds, euros, marks, or rubels she had stashed in banks around the world, this woman, this incredible woman was what made it all worth while.

She bucked and she ground, she cried and she trembled. It was only Sasha's loving arms that helped her to the bed that kept her from collapsing totally and slithering off the bed. Her long trip and their intense loving made her suddenly exhausted. Her last discernible memory was Sasha's loving and still wet face saying "go to sleep my darling, I love you" before she was fast asleep in Sasha's arms.

The End ~ for now



Kept After Class



“You two stay after class,” she yelled from the front of the room. 

Two boys stopped laughing and looked up. Then they looked at each other and continued laughing. The woman at the front of the room shook her head and continued on with what she was doing. A few minutes later the bell rang. The two boys remained in their seat as the rest of the class left.

“Michael, Anthony, come up here. One of you shut the door.” she yelled again.

The two boys walked to the front of the room after closing the door and stood by her desk. She finished marking something on a paper and set her pen down. She looked up at the two boys.

“What am I going to do with you two? I know you’re both graduating and you’re in my class because you needed something to fill your schedule. But you can’t keep screwing around in my class.”

“Sorry, Miss Banks,” said Michael, a tall, well built black male. “We don’t mean to, it just happens.”

“Yeah,” said Anthony, a shorter, blonde haired white male. “We’ve known each other for ten years.”

“Maybe so. But you can’t keep screwing around and disrupting my class. So I have to do something. I hope you boys understand.”

They hung their heads and mumbled something incoherent. 

“Instead of screwing around in my class, I want you two to screw me.”

The boys looked at her with extremely quizzical looks on their faces.

“Miss Banks, what did you say?” said Michael.

“You heard me. Get up on my desk.”

The two boys looked at each other and shrugged. Michael sat on the desk like his teacher had told him to. She reached up and began stroking his crotch through his jeans. She felt his cock stiffening with each movement of her hand. After about a minute, she unzipped his pants and slid them off. She dug her hand into his boxers and pulled out his cock. Smiling she stood up and bent over the desk taking the cock into her mouth. Her mouth slid up and down slowly on his shaft, lubing his rod with her saliva. Anthony was standing there watching, his own cock getting stiff. Looking over at him, Miss Banks ran a hand over her backside and told Anthony to get to work. He wasted no time in obeying her instruction. He got behind her and unzipped her skirt. He took it and her panties down. His hands slid over her ass. Taking a deep breath he dropped his own pants and slid his stiff dick into his teacher’s pussy. He felt her tense up for a second then she issued a huge sigh of pleasure.

“Mmmmmmm, how’s this for a detention, boys?”

“Why’d you wait so long to punish us, Miss Banks?” asked Michael.

She smiled at him, stroking his cock steadily. Her fingernails ran over his balls. Chills ran through his body. Anthony’s cock continued sliding in and out of Miss Banks’ pussy. He smacked her once hard on the ass. She jumped and looked back at him, surprised.

“I think she deserves to be spanked for that, don’t you?”

He gave her a couple more slaps on the ass. She started moaning. To muffle the sounds, she put her mouth back down on Michael’s cock. She continued blowing him and having her ass spanked until her asscheeks went numb. She looked at Michael and told him to sit in her chair. She eased herself off of Anthony’s cock and sat down on Michael’s in a reverse cowgirl and began bouncing up and down on it. As she rode his shaft, she pulled her blouse and bra off, letting the boys get a look at her awesome tits. 

“Oh shit!” she yelled as she ground herself on Michael’s cock. She reached back behind her and wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck. She was driving herself onto his cock hard, grinding and sliding. Anthony stepped forward and began sucking on her nipples. He nibbled them gently and squeezed her fantastic tits. The moans coming from Miss Banks filled the room. 

“It’s time for you two to show me how well you really work as a team,” she said as she moaned. “I want both of you fucking me.”

Anthony looked at her wide-eyed.

“Get that thing in there!” she ordered him.

Anthony looked at how Michael’s cock stretched Miss Banks’ pussy. He wondered how his would fit in there too. But he pushed his cock against the wet hole of his teacher and began shoving it into her. 

“Ohmyfuckinggod!” she yelled as the first part of Anthony’s dick began to enter her. Her moans got louder as each inch made its way into her pussy. 

The two cocks stretched her pussy to the limit. She continued bouncing on Michael’s cock as Anthony rhythmically pumped in and out of her. Anthony took hold of her tits again and squeezed them and teased her nipples with his thumb and tongue while he helped Michael fuck the hell out of her. 

She moved in circles on Michael’s cock, making Anthony’s feel different inside her each time he thrusted. She moved her hands down Anthony’s back and grabbed his ass, pushing him deep into her. And that was all it took.

A huge moan erupted out of Miss Banks and the boys felt her cumming all over their cocks. She was breathing heavy and could barely move. 

“I want you two to jack off on me. Show me how much you liked being in detention!”

She took her position kneeling in front of both of them. She looked up at them, licking her lips and fondling her breasts. The two boys stood on either side of her, stroking their cum-drenched cocks. She helped them both along by running her fingernails along their balls. 

Anthony’s was the first to go. 

“Ohgod!” he moaned. 

The first spurt landed right across her nose. She turned in time to catch the next couple in her mouth and feel the last of it splatter on her cheeks. She licked the head of his cock, getting the last few drops of cum from it. 

She watched Michael stroking his cock. If his load was half as good as Anthony’s, she’d be a very happy woman. She cupped his balls and massaged them. A few seconds later, she reaped the rewards. Michael’s dick began shooting another fantastic load of jizz onto her face. His load covered the rest of her cheeks and gave her a nice dosage to swallow. She also cleaned Michael’s cock off for him after he was completely drained. 

“You boys have made up for screwing around in my class. But I expect I’ll have to give you detention again before the end of the year.”

They all smiled. 

“I’ll write you a note saying I kept you after class. See you boys tomorrow.” 



Kept At Stud



Carrie was sitting on the park bench reading a book. She had been early for her meeting and thought she would kill some time while she waited. She was a pretty woman with shoulder length red hair, green eyes, and white porcelain skin. She was about 5’7, 125lbs and had a nice shapely figure. She was dressed conservatively in gray slacks and a white blouse. Carrie looked up from her book and noticed a couple walking by holding hands.

Carrie remembered when she and Paul used to be like that. Now their lives were so busy they hardly saw each other. He was always traveling for business and she was always left at home alone with the kids. The few times they do have alone time together, to her disappointment he hasn’t been able to satisfy her. The sex was quick and infrequent. So, Carrie decided that she had had enough and took a lover.

His name was Steven and he was perfection. He was tall, dark, and handsome in every sense of the phrase. Best of all, he was available to her anytime she needed him and she needed him really bad today. Paul was out of town for the weekend doing a seminar and Carrie made sure her first stop before coming to the park was dropping the twins at her mothers for the evening. Sometimes she felt guilty about doing this but other times she felt like it was something she had to do for her. She didn’t want to leave her husband and had no intention of doing so. She loved her husband, her family…her life but she is a woman and she has needs.

She glanced up from her book and saw Steven approaching her. “Hey there baby girl.” He said, sitting down beside her and giving her a long passionate kiss. She pulled back and smiled at him. He was so gorgeous with his chocolate brown skin, goat-tee, and shaved head. He had the most full kissable lips she had ever seen on a man. Carrie had been with her share of guys in the past but this was her first experience with a black man. She loved the way he took control of her. Little did he know, she would be taking control of him soon. Steven, kissed her again and slid his tongue into her mouth.

“Hi there.” Carrie said coming up for air.

“I’ve missed you.” Steven took her left leg and placed if over his and started playing the buttons on her blouse. He started kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. Then his lips were back on hers. They were so into each other they were oblivious of the world around them. 

“Mmmm Steven, let’s go back to your place. I have to have you right now.” Carrie reached down and started rubbing his cock over his pants. She loved his big black cock. 

“Sure thing hon but first, what’s in the box?” Steven pointed to the small box sitting beside her purse on the bench.

“It’s a surprise for you but I am waiting for the perfect time to give it to you.” Carrie removed her leg from his and stood up, pulling him up by the hand with her.

They walked a short distance to his apartment. He had a nice place. A little on the small side and not many furnishing but Carrie figured it was all he could afford on his salary. She loved being there. It was like they were shut off from the rest of the world. He walked over to the refrigerator and got bottle water for them both to share. He took a drink and then she followed. The whole time they were looking at each other intensely. He took the bottle from her hand and walked behind her. He cupped her breasts through her blouse and kissed her neck.

Steven kept his left hand on her hip while he ran his right hand from between her breasts to the button on her slacks. He slipped his hand down her pants and felt her pussy. She was already moist for him. Carrie turned around to face him. He started unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her bare round breast and perky nipples. He took her over to the bed and laid her down on her back. He pulled off his shirt. He took one of her heels off and then the other. Then slid her pants and panties off. He dipped his head between her legs and began licking her slit, up and down. Then he took the tips of his fingers and opened her pussy lips so he could slide his tongue inside of her.

She tasted so sweet and her clit was swollen against his tongue. Carrie threw her hands above her head and closed her eyes enjoying every minute of his attention. She felt his fingers go into her rubbing her clit. Then he put his tongue back to work on her while he slid his fingers in and out. She felt close to cumming for him. He made her feel so good. Carrie felt herself tense up and her clit quiver on his tongue, shooting her sweet juices all over his lips and tongue.

He got up to his feet and took off his pants. Carrie sat up and took her blouse the rest of the way off. They were both naked now. Carrie scotched to the edge of the bed and began licking and sucking his balls. 

“Oh Carrie, oh baby suck my cock.” Steven put his hands on the back of her head and gently but firmly guided his cock into her mouth. She deep throated his cock down to his balls all the while looking up at him. Steven looked down at her and watched his cock appear and disappear in and out of her mouth. She took his cock out only for a moment to lick up and down his shaft before sliding the entire length back in again. Steven couldn’t take it anymore, he had to have her.

He gently pushed her back and had her turn over onto her hands and knees. She positioned herself as to present her ass to him. He took his slippery, thick, 9inch cock into his hand and slid it into her ass. Carrie was so tight, he loved fucking her in the ass. He put his hands on her hips and restlessly pounded her until she thought she might pass out from pleasure. Steven grabbed a handful of her long red hair and pulled her head back. He could feel her asshole tightening up around his cock. His balls were so full of cum that they ached. He pulled his cock out and started stroking vigorously. Carrie turned around and held open her mouth and closed her eyes. Steven shot his hot creamy load all over her face and onto her lips and tongue. Carrie’s tongue darted out of her mouth to lick the tip of his cock.

He collapsed beside her on the bed and she took some tissues from the bedside table and wiped her face off.

“Fuck, that was amazing Carrie.” Steven put his arm around her and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“Mmm, I agree. Steven, I love making love to you.”

“I love it too Carrie.”

Just then the telephone rang and Steven decided to let the answering machine get it. Carrie heard a woman’s voice…Steven, its Lisa. I just wanted to know if we were meeting at the restaurant tonight or did you want to come by and pick me up. Let me know, ok? Bye…

“Who was that?” Carrie asked.

“Just a girl I am seeing.” Steven said. He got up to sit on the side of the bed and lit a cigarette.

“You’re seeing other girls?” Carrie got up and put his shirt on.

“Carrie, your married hon, you don’t expect me to be faithful…do you?”

“Well, I guess I didn’t know you were actively fucking other women.”

“Well, I am not out looking for it if that’s what you mean but if the opportunity presents itself, I am not going to turn it down.” Steven laid back on the bed staring at her.

Carrie sat down on the sofa facing him. “Steven, I don’t want you to see other women. I like what we have together and I don’t want anything or anyone to ruin that.”

“Leave your husband then.” He stated.

“You know that I am not in a position to do that.” She countered.

“Well then, you must deal with the way things are sweetie. It’s unfair to ask me not to see other people when you’re trapped in suburbia.” Steven motioned for her to come back to bed.

“Now, let’s take a cat nap so we can build up our energy to play some more.”

Carrie came back to the bed and laid down beside him. He put his arm around her and spooned her pressing his thick cock into the crack of her ass, even when he was soft he was still huge. He soon drifted off to sleep. Carrie couldn’t sleep though. She kept hearing that girl’s voice on the answering machine. Carrie knew she had no right to be jealous or possessive but she couldn’t help it. The thought of Steven being with anyone other than her just burned her up. 

Carrie gently moved Stevens arm and crawled out from under him. He stirred only for a moment to turn on his back. She crept over to the table where she had put the gift she had gotten him. She ordered it a week ago for him. She took it out of the box. It was called The Curve. It was a male chastity device. It came in two parts, the cuff ring and cage. She had a good idea of what size cuff ring to use on him. She took the device over to the bed.

Carrie guessed he was right. She really couldn’t expect a man like him to not fuck around on her and she really had no right to ask but she didn’t care. She wasn’t about to let anyone else have a taste of what she had. She opened the cuff ring and put it behind his ball sack. She closed the ring and inserted the locking pin in the hole. He stirred only a moment and she stopped so she wouldn’t wake him.

Carrie got up and went to her purse where she pulled out a small bottle of baby oil to take back to the bed with her. She lubricated the head and top shaft of Steven’s cock with baby oil. He was starting to get a little hard so she quickly inserted his dick into the cage. Then she added the spacers and connected the guide pins and connected them to the Cuff Ring. Lastly, she put the key lock on and snapped it shut.

There, her man was locked up for her pleasure anytime she wanted. He would like it when he gets used to it. She kissed the top of the lock and then gave Steven a kiss on the lips. Carrie got up and got dressed. She thought it was best she leave now. Let him wake up and get used to things and she knew he would be calling her soon. She took the key and placed it on a chain around her neck that she tucked into her shirt so no one could see it.

Before she left, she took her lipstick out of her purse and wrote a quick note to him on the mirror…Steven, call me when you realize who you belong to.