Messy Encounters Ch. 01

 

 

 

 

 

 

You sit there jittery, nervous and wondering if it's all been some elaborate hoax. She had said to meet her here in this park at 7:30, and that she'd be coming back from her netball game and would meet you on this park bench.

Behind you is a playground, kids long since gone home. In front of you a graded gravel path. It was a secluded spot, you had arrived early, but only one other person had walked down the pathway since you got there. You looked at your watch again. 7:33 and you think, there's no way this could be real. What would an 18-year-old, athletic girl want with you? Moreover, how could she possibly be into the same, let's face it, extreme fantasies?

You hear footsteps on the loose gravel off to you right. They are faint, like someone just entered the park. You listen intently as they get louder. Leaning forward and peering around the collection of trees, you make out the silhouette of someone approaching. Feminine, but walking with a labored gait. It must be heavy backpack. You cannot make out what she's wearing yet, she's still too far in the darkness of the park, but each step brings her closer.

Suddenly you're aware of your raging cock pressing against your tight underwear. You're even more jittery as the figure comes into the light. A tall athletic girl, brunette with tiny breasts covered by a simple sports top bunched up just enough to show a flat stomach above her tight black lycra shorts.

She approaches. You're speechless but try not to stare. She sits down next to you. Close, but not too close, and asks "Are you here to meet me?"

You cough slightly and softly say "Yes."

"You're nervous" She said. "I am too. I've never done this before."

"I didn't think anyone else would be interested," You say.

She looks down, blushing. As she does her long brown hair falls from behind her ear covering most of her face. You can still see her eyes. They look somehow both innocent and hungry.

"I have to be home by 10 o'clock. My parents think that I'm going over to a friend's place to study after practice."

"Okay." You say, having regained a little confidence in your voice. "Should we find the toilet block?"

She smiles cheekily, brushing her hair back behind her ear. She looks at you, her lips open slightly, pauses, and says "I know where they are. I sometimes stop here to play with myself on the way home from school."

Then she notices that your cock cannot be hidden behind your pants anymore. It's outline, even in the dim light, gives away you every intention. She looks at it for a while and without breaking her gaze suggests "I'd better show you where it is so we can get right into it then. It looks like you're ready."

She stands up, backpack still strung over her shoulders. You stand as she begins to walk, and you notice how the backpack sits above her pert little arse. Your study it for a moment. In the tight lycra you can see that her thighs leave a nice little gap where they meet her crotch, and her cheeks look like they defy gravity, leaving space between them, inviting you into a warm crevice and down to what you imagine to be a flawless tight arsehole.

You regain your composure, grab your own bag and hurry to catch up. As you catch up, she says "It's just behind these trees."

You look through the trees and see a subtle light of the toilet block. This was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Every step brings you closer to the toilet block and sends shivers down your spine and your cock moves slightly rubbing over a dampening spot of precum in your underpants. You try to think of anything else to take the edge off, but there's no way you could concentrate on anything but at this point. You're almost there, you're about to live out your wildest fetish.

You look over at her, she's breathing shallow breaths, showing signs of nerves as well. Without looking at you she says "My real name is Sarah by the way. I think it would be odd, given what we're about to do, if we don't know each other's real name."

"I'm Andrew," you tell her. "I guess you're right, we're about to get very personal."

You both stand under the yellow light under the awning. On the wall, the blue signs show that there are the normal three toilets. Male, Female and disabled. You look into each other's eyes. She is just under the height of your nose.

She says softly "I want to start before we go in," and with that she takes your hand and slides in gently in the front of her shorts. Your finger dances over her completely smooth slit, feeling dampness which fills the entirety of her warm pussy right up to an inflamed clit. The moment you press on it a little, her eyes roll back a little, she muffles a squeal, and spreads her legs a little further.

"I'm ready to shit myself." Her eyes come back to meet yours, her mouth opens, and she flexes her stomach. Without so much the smallest fart, the sounds of a steady and solid log exiting her arsehole paint a picture in your mind. She finishes with a clench with tightens both her pussy and arse. Her little giggle reminds you that you both want this; you both want to get messy.

She slides her backpack offer her shoulders and turns around. "Does it show?" She asks.

As she pushes her pert butt back at you for your comments, you take your hand, lick her juices off your fingers, and press the poop filled bulge back into her crack.

"It shows a little." You say. "I hope you've still got some more for me though."

She turns back to you. Using one hand to pull the back of her shorts open around the waist, she puts the other inside and retrieves a sample on her pointer. Without taking her eyes from your she slowly puts her shit covered finger into her mouth, closes her lips tight around it and pulls out a clean finger. Her arms lunge around the back of your neck as she pulls you down and into a passionate kiss. Pushing the bitter and softening shit into your mouth and then wrestling it between your two tongues. She pulls away leaving most of it in your mouth. "You can have as much as you want."

The Powers of a Goddess

 

Disclaimer: This is a total power fantasy. While there is some universe building for now I focus on the action. Said action consists of topics not universally loved like gore, futas and totally enormous sizes. Don't complain in the comments you did not like these elements. As always I love constructive feedback in the comments.

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Our world is one where size equals status and power. And those aren't always synonyms. You see, while being taller and curvier than most will grant you favours and niceties, being at least a mini giantess comes with both political and magical power. On our continent every queen is at least 30ft tall and wields impressive casting abilities. High noblewomen are usually half that size and can conjure some complex spells they specialize in. Lower nobles are around 8 to 9 ft and can only cast easy spells. The vast majority of people, farmers, merchants and artisans are your usual 5 to 6 feet.

And then there is me. I am Sabina, the goddess of the continent of Seclea. While I am technically human, my size grants me absolute dominion over the whole continent. At a modest 200ft I can barely interact with the high nobility. Furthermore, my tits are so big they cover my torso and with my ass I can squish whole sections of villages. While some queens I consider friends of mine, we all know who is in charge around here. My powers are short of reality bending and really, the only beings close to my power are the goddesses of the other three continents, but we rarely interact and none of us has any interest in breaking the status quo.

A few years ago I became very close to Rose, the Queen of the Eastern region. She came to my vast palace on a pilgrimage to the goddess wanting my favor shortly after her coronation. For a queen she is very tall at 40ft and boy is she curvy. Of course she looks like an oversized doll next to me but that is impressive considering that most people are bug-like to me.

"My high priestess told me about your large caravan coming to my secluded temple, your majesty. I hope the coronation went well," I roared sitting on my vast throne, naked, as is usual for a goddess. I always enjoyed playing the big, formal goddess, but I cannot lie I was instantly impressed by this new queen.

"Thank you, your Hugeness. The ceremony was grand. I am here to seek your blessing for my new reign. I know my mother and you were close and I wish to continue the East's devotion to you."

I was impressed by these first words, "Your mother was a great soul and a better servant. I shall test you the same way I tested her." She new what was happening. From above I saw her calling fifty peasants. Her enormous ass could probably squish them all, but I had to see her devotion to me. I raised my foot and casually stepped on those bugs. "Kiss my foot, your majesty. You know I allow you to reign over these bugs and all that is yours belongs to me?"

She did not answer, kneeled down and licked and kissed my foot. I would say with a bit more zeal than what I am used to. After a few moments she replied, "As the first among my people I realize I am the first of your servants. I hope that sacrifice was to your pleasing."

"It was indeed. And I am impressed by your attitude. Would you accompany me to my chambers so we can discuss how the Eastern region is to be blessed?" I asked. Although, Rose knew my questions were orders. She simply nodded. I lowered my enormous hand and grabbed her, bringing her to my quarters.

"That was a very nice display there. I am sure we are going to become great friends, Rose." As I placed her on my huge table she started looking at me confused. "I like to play high and mighty, but in here I want you to feel at ease. No titles, no 'majesty' and 'goddess', ok?"

"Uh. Of course, what ever you want. How should I call you then?" she asked a bit confused.

"Call me Sabina, or Sabby if you prefer. Do you mind if I call you simply Rose?"

"Of course not, my g... ehm Sabby. I'm sorry. This took me a bit by surprise."

"Don't worry, you showed an appropriate amount of respect before. I do not want my queens to be so defensive in my presence as long as I know they respect me. I actually did not expect you to send so many peasants as a sacrifice. I was very pleased."

"My mother told me once you liked that so I wanted to please you. Also, while of course I respect you, I am glad we can be a bit more frank in private."

"That's why I invited you here. Tell me, did you like the little show before?" I asked with a sly grin. While I am usually a benevolent goddess I would lie if I said I didn't love to squish those bugs. There are so many anyways no one important cares.

"That was incredibly hot," she utters and instantly corrects herself, "uhm, I meant impressive. Very impressive."

I turned the discussion back to political matters, "tell me, Rose. How can your goddess bless your kingdom. Feel free to ask anything I won't get mad. But I won't assure I will do what you suggest."

Rose was surprised by this openness I was showing. "Sabrina, are you like this with all your servants? You seem so friendly and helpful."

"I told you the big scary act is not necessary all the time. Now tell me, what does your reign need."

"Well. As you know my mother before me was granted your blessing, reason while her reign was stable and flourished. As soon as she passed some nobles started a faction wanting to split off from my kingdom. I actually came to your temple to seek the same blessing. That would no doubt stop those few nobles. "

"I remember. Your mother and I thought that some symbolic gesture would be enough to keep them at bay. I guess it was not enough. Them not following you is like them not worshipping me. Do you know who is the leader of this faction? "

"It's lady Seline from the more mountainous regions. She managed to organise all her low nobility to follow."

I widened a big grin and said to Rose, "I think we should pay her a visit. I really liked squishing those bugs before."

Rose looked at me in awe and gratefulness. That was the kind of blessing she was seeking: a divine intervention to flatten, literally, the opposition in her kingdom.

"We will discuss the details on the way there. Right now we should celebrate our new friendship."

During all this discussion Rose was sitting on my enormous dining table like a curvy doll. "You said you found my permeance hot before. I'm glad you liked it." By approaching her I made sure my massive cleavage came closer to her as well. Queen Rose dropped her gaze on my mountainous naked tits becoming more and more red, "Want to touch my divine jugs, Rose?" She did not answer and just started massaging my mountains.

"I bet it's new for you to be so tiny, right?" I said thoroughly enjoying her touch.

"Yes. Usually I just tell them all what to do, but you're so big and beautiful, I'd do anything you want me to."

"Disrobe for me, Rose" I say getting excited myself. While stuffing my pussy with hundred of bugs is fun there is nothing better than fucking a queen.

All her Regal attire came off and she too was naked in the room with me, "tell me how do you usually satisfy your needs," I asked. Her cheeks were by now as fiery as her hair, "I usually have some lower nobles grow cocks large enough to please me. I admit sometimes I end up squishing them."

I was starting to fall in love. Since all men are bugs, it is quite usual for royalty and even high nobility to give their inferiors penises. Both for pleasure and reproduction. Body change is one of the disciplines of magic most beloved in our world.

"So you like having dicks in you right?" I said standing up. My pussy was at her eye height and I started growing my own cock. Of course I assumed the cocks she made were usually at most a few feet long. I made one as long as she was tall, "lick my divine cock, rose" I said placing her on my shaft like a toy. She went on all fours and started licking, presenting that plump ass and fat pussy.

I took the chance to entering her with my huge pinky. My smallest finger was probably larger, than what she usually inserts there. Or so I thought, "mmmmmhhh. So good. Can you put more fingers, Sabby?"

"aren't you a filthy slut, Rose?" I replied a bit surprised she didn't scream in pain.

"Yes I'm your filthy personal slut, my goddess. Use me like no other could."

I understood what she wanted but she had to work for it. "beg me, slut. Beg your goddess to fuck you"

"please your hugeness. Wreck my tiny pussy with your godly cocckkk."

I grabbed her by the waist and like a glove I shoved my oversized cock into her. Not wanting to kill her I wanted to make her very elastic and resistant, but I noticed she must have already cast such a spell on herself, "You really like getting stuffed, you tiny queen. I bet all your mages and your own magical power could never make such a huge fat cock right?"

"I tried for so long. I was hoping you would give me this other blessing tooooooo" she screamed, cumming for the first time.

"Whose pussy is this?" I groaned.

"I'm all yours. I'd become your personal cum dump and leave my kingdom for you." That was new, I thought. While no one questioned my authority all Queens and nobles want more power. Rose apparently just wanted the pleasure I could give her.

"Ready for the biggest load of your puny life?"

"Yessss. Fill me upppp. I beg you"

With a few last pumps of her 40ft body I started cumming in her inflating her belly until it almost reached the size of my planet like tits. As I expected she fainted. I placed her on my massive couch and, still with my 40ft cock I walked to the Chambers of my high priestess.

The clergy is of course taken from the nobility and high priestesses are usually of high nobility status. I stomped through my temple until I reached her. While she was tiny, at barely 15ft she had this matronly figure that everyone, respected. I counted her as my closest confidant and advisor.

"I see you agreed to Queen Rose's prayers, my goddess." she was clearly referring to my dangling cock with cum still oozing all over. "I'll have some adepts clean later."

"That's not important right now. Apparently Lady Seline is plotting against Rose and I want to intervene. It's rare to find such a devoted Queen."

"Your hugeness," the high priestess screamed from below, "you have ultimate power. You don't need to make excuses in front of me. It is obvious something special happened between you too."

That woman is too smart for her own good at times. "Thank you, for your usual insight in my affairs. Make sure everything is ready to travel for the Eastern region, into the mountains. I have to lay some divine law."

I was starting to get excited at the thought of smiting and destroying something. My cock started raising again. The high priestess noticed, but did not comment.

With new found excitement I re-entered my Chambers where Rose was starting to wake up, "We will march on Lady Seline in a few days. Meanwhile you have to show your devotion again." I pinned her down with my cock and started pounding her again. All night.

The three days preparation had passed. Both mine and Rose's servants had prepared for our trip to the East. During these days Rose and I fucked each other constantly and fell in love. We both realised that it was a pleasure driven love, but we were ready to explore the emotional part too. All of this after getting rid of the threat to "my Queen".

At noon Rose and I climbed on the enormous carriage I conjured. Thanks to my magic the huge horses did not destroy the land we rode through, but the Goddess' caravan can for sure be a devastating event to a non worshipping noble.

On the way I asked Rose, "should I dispel the protection from my carriage when we approach the mountains? It would announce our arrival for sure."

"While that would be impressive indeed, I am mostly angry at Seline and her stupid low nobles. The populace doesn't really deserve your anger."

I look down at her and say, "You are a very benevolent queen."

"I think you overrate me. I just wouldn't want to kill peasants like this. I prefer crushing then myself." There is the Queen I came to know in these few days. So very often between our sex fuelled days, she would call for cohorts of peasants, both men and women and we would toy with them for hours crushing them, sitting on them, I even ate a few. The best was when she ordered a "big" guy of around 6ft and a half to fight her for his life. He gave her ankle a punch before she kicked him so hard he crashed against the wall painting it red with blood. That had made me so horny we started fucking in front of the survivors.

Back to the trip. It was mostly uneventful until we were finally close to the mountainous dominion of her kingdom. "is that shack Seline's Palace?" I say almost bursting out loud seeing a two floor villa surrounded by thatched roofed houses, clearly where the populace lived.

"Indeed. She is such a poor administrator I don't know what she would do without me, but I think she is overconfident."

I exited the carriage along with arose and approached the city. Hamlet was maybe the better descriptor. "Devout believers and worshippers. Your goddess came all the way from her temple to speak to your Lady Seline. My Lady, approach me," was my announcement to the tiny bugs below. Instantly everyone kneeled down, stopping their business. However there was no sign of Seline. Not only that, but there was also no sign of any of her low nobles followers.

I let my entourage set camp outside town and investigate. I wasn't about to play detective asking those bugs where their treasonous lady was. After a few hours one of the priestesses came to me and Rose and reported, "lady Seline and all her supporters are in her Villa. The peasants told us, that many lower noble families who didn't want to follow Seline have either fled or are kept in the dungeons. Should we send a message to Lady Seline, my goddess?"

I hate politics so much. "Just tell her to come to me and face the consequences of her treason against my devout disciple, Queen Rose and therefore me. If she comes I will spare her followers. Be sure to say this in front of her lower nobles too. If they don't bring her in chains by tomorrow at sunrise, they will perish." The cleric exited my enormous tent and some couriers were sent to the city.

"I mostly only interact with you Queens. Are nobles always so annoying?" I asked Rose.

"Not this annoying but they always want more independence, more funds, more power. My mother was great a juggling all that. I was hoping getting your approval would suffice to cover my lack of diplomatic skill."

"Don't worry. I'm sure Seline won't come and we will both use our best assets instead of our diplomacy. It's been a while that I haven't crushed a whole building. It's going to be fun." we fell asleep soon after, her curvy body nestled between my vast jugs.

The morning came and as I thought, and frankly hoped, Lady Seline was nowhere to be seen. I woke Rose up and told her with a mischievous grin, "Guess what, honey?"

Still a bit groggy she replied, "What?"

"You look much more happy than I would have thought." Rose was a bit disappointed even. Maybe I was too focused on my pleasure and not on the needs of her kingdom.

"I know the gravity of her crimes, trust me. And trust me that your kingdom will flourish after we deal with her. However, also want to have some fun. I haven't smitten infidels in a long time. Let's go!" I said maybe a bit too forcefully.

With heavy stomps this 200ft goddess and her 40ft lover approached the city walls. The walls were barely tall enough to surpass Rose's height, but I could have easily stepped over them. I found a guard and asked him, "Where is Lady Seline, bug?"

The bug knelt down and shouted, "I heard she was hiding in the throne room in her palace."

I pointed at the hovel she called a palace "That thing?"

"Yes, your Hugeness."

With one step I destroyed the wall and with Rose following me we approached the palace.

"What do you want to do to her?" I asked Rose, who was starting to get more and more angry the closer we were getting to her dissident.

"I want to step onto that bug and let her fear her queen. I thought I had it under control but breaching the gate, made me realize how much I cannot stand her" Hearing this I was getting wet. I guess I would have had fun with the low nobility that had Seline's back, leaving the main course to Rose.

We reached the palace. Even Rose was too big for the main entrance, so I said, "I guess we can enter from above, my Love" With one naked foot I stomped into the roof entering the throne room, bringing Rose with me. Everyone there was surprised and jumped out of fright.

"Good Morning Lady Seline. Your villa is way too tiny for guests such as me, don't you think?"

"Wh-What are you doing here?" was her useless reply, filled with fear. I was loving it.

"Well you seem to have been disobedient to Queen Rose here, and therefore me, plus you did not accept my invitation outside the city, therefore we had to come here. The floor is yours, Queen Rose."

Pushing away guards and low nobles, Rose grabbed Seline by the throat and growled at her, "You should have behaved, you useless bug." Wow that sounded like something I would say. With Seline being short for a high noble and Rose being huge for a Queen the difference was very hot. As I was getting excited I sat down and spread my legs. Looking at the lower nobles in the room I sad, "come satisfy your goddess and maybe Lady Seline will be the only one punished," I lied. With surprising speed all the noble lady rushed to lick and massage my godly pussy, of course that was not enough so I started pushing them deeper into it. "Mmmmhhh. You're finally useful to your goddess."

In the meantime, while I was seeking pleasure, Rose was seeking revenge. She took her belt and tied Seline to her new throne. Rose undressed and started to press that enormous ass of hers down Seline's slim body. I was getting so wet and horny I pushed all the screaming nobles in my pussy giving me a nice deep orgasm. Rose and I locked eyes, almost as to use our different toys simultaneously. I closed my legs crushing all the faithless lower nobles while Rose proceeded to crush Seline on her throne. What an ironic end. "How does it feel to punish disobedient tinies?" I asked Rose.

"It's so pleasing. I almost wish more of my subjects were like this." She stood up and saw Seline's crushed body, a pool of blood and broken bones. With a snap she cleaned the throne and her stained ass.

I yelled out and summoned the guards. A small platoon arrived; the captain visibly frightened, "How can I be of service, my Goddess?"

"I heard that Seline imprisoned the lower nobility that did not follow her right?"

"You are correct, you Hugeness."

"Go free them and bring them to the throne room. You need a new lady of this place." The captain and his men and women ran away to I assume the dungeons.

After some time they returned. What seemed to be the most respected noble told everyone to kneel down in front of Rose and me. I told her, "come to me my lady and stand up". She followed the instructions perfectly. "I choose you to be the speaker for your companions that were brave and wise enough to fight against the treasonous Seline. As your Goddess I am not interested in local political games, I just came here to punish the infidel. I give you the task to decide who shall be the new ruler of this dominion. It shall be one with total fealty to Queen Rose and by extension me. If I ever have to come here again, I will destroy this city. You may speak now"

The kneeling lower noble, rose, advanced and said, "My name is Myra, my Goddess. I will personally find the most suitable woman to take over Seline and cleanse our home from the stain of her infidelity towards you."

 

I looked towards Rose and say, "Would she be good for your kingdom?"

"Those not looking to take power for themselves always are."

I snapped my fingers and a bright light surrounded Myra. Her average build for a low noble grew substantially almost doubling in height and much improving in the chest and behind area. "Congratulations, Lady Myra. You shall serve us well."

Myra kneeled again teary eyed and said, "I will. I forever shall."

Rose and I left the city and re entered our carriage. "Do you think you can stay some times more in my temple?"

"I will stay as long as you want me." I proceeded to grow my massive cock and used her as a cum hole all the way back home.

Examination Desperation

 

 

 

 

 

 

Note: The students in this story are at the end of their senior year of high school. They have all turned 18.

All libraries are quiet. But today the library at Darlingdale Senior High School is especially quiet as the calculus students sit their university entrance exam. The long desks in front of the reception at which students normally sit to study have been cleared away and replaced with classroom desks spaced evenly apart. In the front row a young woman wearing the uniform plaid skirt and blue blazer is squirming in her chair. She raises her hand.

Mrs Hope, the calculus teacher, rises from her seat behind the reception desk and approaches the girl. "What's wrong?" she whispers.

"Can I please go to the toilet?"

She crouches so that her head is level with the young woman's. "No. You were told before the exam that bathroom breaks wouldn't be allowed. You'll have to hold it."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

Mrs Hope returns to her seat.

The young woman turns her attention back to the exam, but it soon wanders back to her full bladder. She looks up at the wall clock. Only twenty minutes into the exam. Two hours and forty minutes to go.

She silently curses herself for drinking so much coffee this morning. But she needed the coffee to wake herself up. She didn't sleep at all last night, because she was so nervous about today's exam. Her entire future is riding on it.

She silently chides herself for letting her thoughts wander. She resolves to get a good score on this test ― good enough to get her into the university of her choice, into the courses of her choice. Into the career of her choice. She refocuses on the exam, writing faster to make up for the lost time.

She doesn't realise it, but she oozes desperation. She is sitting with her legs tightly crossed, biting her lower lip. Her foot is tapping on the carpeted floor. Her plastic chair creaks as she rocks back and forth. It's not long before she loses concentration again.

Over the next few minutes she comes to realise that she's not going to get a good score on this test if she doesn't empty her bladder soon. It's too much of a distraction. She plucks up the courage to raise her hand again.

Mrs Hope comes over. "What is it this time?"

"I know you said no before, and please don't be angry with me, but I need to go to the loo. Can you please make an exception in my case? Please?"

"No, I can't, I'm sorry. I'm bound by school policy. There's nothing I can do, I'm afraid. You should've gone before the exam." She shrugs her shoulders and returns to her desk.

Bitch! the young woman thinks but doesn't say. She didn't go before the exam, because her car had trouble starting this morning and she only pulled into the school parking lot two minutes before commencement.

She sighs. She now knows she's not going to get the score she was hoping for. She will have to be content with a pass. That is her new goal. And she sets about achieving it. Her brows furrow in concentration as she reads the questions and writes down the answers.

Yet not twenty minutes later ― twenty minutes of crossing and uncrossing her legs, of blowing through puckered lips, of pressing her hand to her crotch, of shifting her position on her chair ― she raises her hand again.

Mrs Hope comes over again, visibly annoyed. "Yes?"

"Look, I have to go to the toilet. What happens if I just walk out and go?"

"Then you will automatically fail."

"Fail? Can't I arrange to take the test at some other time or something?"

"No, you can't. I suggest you get back to work and stop distracting those around you with these interruptions. Uh! I don't want to hear any more from you!"

"But Mrs Hope, I will fail the test anyway if I can't go."

She is already walking away and doesn't respond.

The young woman doesn't know what to do. She doesn't think she can hang on till the end of the exam, but even if she can, she doesn't think she'll pass, not with her bladder distracting her like this. One thing she does know is that she cannot fail this exam. She may or may not be able to hang on till the end, but if she walks out on this exam, she will definitely fail. And so she stays.

She continues with her exam as best she can, though she frequently has to stop writing to concentrate on holding her bladder; continues for forty minutes.

Then a tear runs down the young woman's cheek. A stream of pee hits her chair with a sound reminiscent of tap water running into a bucket. Owing to the quiet environment, everyone in the library can hear it. The stream continues for over a minute. During this time the young woman, in denial, keeps writing.

But when the snickers start among those sitting near her, the reality of what she's done hits her. She runs out of the library, ignoring the increasing laughter, runs to her car, and drives home, not caring that she will fail her exam and not be able to go to university.

When she arrives home, her mother, having heard the car pull up, stops her housecleaning and runs to meet her at the front door. "You're back early. How did it go?" She sees she is crying. "Are you all right, darling? What happened?"

"Mum, I wet my pants! In class. I didn't finish my exam; I'm sorry!"

"What? So what happens now? Do you take it another time?"

"No, Mum. I automatically fail. I won't be able to get into uni." She cries harder.

"Oh. And I suppose you now expect us to pay for you to repeat your senior year. Well, I can assure you that won't be happening. We gave you your chance, you blew it. Live with the consequences!"

The young woman has stopped crying. She looks at her mother with an expression of growing bewilderment.

"And another thing: if you want me to let you into this house, you're going to have to march straight to the place that used to be your naughty corner when you were little and sit there with your panties over your head until they dry out. If you're going to behave like a child, I'll treat you like one!"

Speechless, the young woman hesitates only a moment before taking off her panties and pulling them over head. They are white and the material is see-through where it is wet. She positions them so that she can see through the leg openings. The centre of the wet patch is right under her nostrils.

Her mother stands aside, and she makes her way to the naughty corner, thinking, One day, Mrs Hope, this'll be you! I swear it!

 

Please Come Over for a Coffee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One warm summer day, my neighbor who lives behind me is out on her back step. I'm inside my house reading a book. She sees me in the window and waves to me. She's a slim, fit, blonde. She is wearing tight shorts and a light and loose tank top, and clearly no bra. She has small boobs, and her nipples are greeting me.

I go outside to say Hi. She tells me that she's home alone -- her husband and family are out. She asks me to come over for a coffee.

My wife is out and I know what this could lead to. I'm about 15 years older than my neighbor. But, I keep myself fit so my body looks younger than I am.

When I get around to her place, she does indeed have fresh coffee ready, and it smells good. She passes me a cup and when she does, I get a peek-a-boo view of her boobs.

She catches me looking and asks me if I like what I see. I stammer... "Yes, Yes I do. Sorry, I didn't mean to look."

She laughs. "It's okay." Then she pauses and with a bit of a smile she says, "I meant to show."

I laugh now too, and tell her that if she wants to show more, I'm willing to look more. She has a glint in her eyes. She gives me a "you're a bad boy" look. But now the sexual tension is definitely rising.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours" she teases. I pause for a minute, then take off my shirt. I look over to her and give her a nod. "You're next."

She says, "Hmm... I like that. But it's not fair. Not enough off you yet. Take off your shorts." She's got a devilish smile. It's enough to convince me. I take off my shorts, leaving me in just my boxers.

"Now you."

She unhooks her shorts and slides them off.

Underneath she's wearing a sexy and lacey white g-string. She poses for me, and does a full turn to show off her bum.

She's now wearing her loose tank top and g-string. I only have my boxers -- which my boner is now trying to escape.

I point out the inequity of two to one. She says that she's too horny to delay anymore and pulls off her top, revealing her perky pink nipples. Then she hooks her fingers in her g-string and pulls those down and over her slim legs.

I strip off my underwear too. My hard-on is pointing directly at her. She giggles and comes closer. She reaches for my cock and I reach out to cup her boobs in my hands.

She invites me to the bedroom, and off we go, leading me by pulling gently on my cock.

She tells me to lay back on the bed. She caresses my chest and works down to my cock. She strokes me lightly, and then starts playing with my balls. She's gentle but firm. She rolls my balls around and then runs her hand down to play with my ass. I'm a bit surprised by this turn of events. But, she tells me to relax.

She starts stroking my cock with one hand, while with other hand she toys with my tight asshole. Then she pushes a finger into my ass, and at the same time she leans forward and starts licking my cockhead. The feelings are crazy.

She starts really sucking hard now and stroking my cock with wildness. All the time, toying with my butt.

She stops sucking long enough to tell me she wants me to cum hard and she wants to taste my cum. "Cum for me. Let me taste you." I know I'm going to. I can feel it building inside me. My body tenses and I start cumming hard. I can feel her finger inside me. She tightens her mouth around my cock and drains me.

She sits up, and catches a dribble of cum on her finger and licks it off. "Be right back", she says. She goes to the bathroom and cleans up.

She comes back, and lays beside me. I know what she's looking forward to, and so am I.

I get up and start massaging her breasts. She is moaning as I suck on her nipples. Her nipples are so hard and pokey. I love the way they feel in my mouth. I'm sucking on one nipple and playing with the other between my fingers.

She suddenly grabs my hair, and pushes my head down to her pussy. As I move between her legs, she starts playing with her own nipples. Tugging and rubbing them. It's so fun to watch.

I drop down and start licking around her labia. She spreads her legs and her pussy opens wide. She's so slippery. I lick her slit, up to her hard button. I focus my attention on her clit. As I do this, I start running a finger up and down her crack.

Knowing how she liked playing with my ass, I begin to return the favor. She clearly enjoys it.

I use my thumb and press it against her tight hole. She pushes against me until my thumb starts to enter her ass. Then she starts to grind her pussy into my face. She tastes great. She is so wet and slippery. Her juices are all over my hand now, making it easier for my thumb to move into her. Soon I have my thumb all the way in. Stretching her tight asshole.

I start fucking her with my hand and she is grinding hard on me. She is moaning.

She tells me to keep going to cum. She's close.

"Harder" she growls. "Hard-ER"

But she is really controlling how hard things are going now. Her hips are gyrating and pounding me. Suddenly I feel her asshole clamp down on my thumb as she starts to cum. Her pussy goes into glorious and wet spasms.

Her body subsides, and she laughs and rolls sideways.

I give her ass a rub and a light smack, and then it's my turn to head to the bathroom to clean up.

We lay down together for a few minutes, and then we both give each other a knowing look and she says, "Well, back to the day." We laugh.

We both head back to the living room where our clothes are strewn about. We get dressed. I head home.

Later in the day, I see her outside again, and she waves at me again. "You'll have to come over for coffee again some time," she says.

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All characters are over the age of 18.

From her seventh floor beach view hotel balcony, Lynn watched the stream of cars on Shoreline Boulevard. "I can't understand why anyone would be up and commuting at this hour," Lynn said to herself.

Lynn was up, because she hadn't quite adjusted to the time zone and the appointment with her elderly mother's caregiver, was scheduled for 1 pm. Lynn was still wearing the thin linen shorts and white tank top, chosen for the red-eye flight from Florida.

She remembered removing her bra and watching TV, as she looked back into the room, where she noticed the empty mini bottles on the nightstand. The left over buzz made her feel horny, restless and impulsive enough to throw caution aside and summon the courage to join the growing mass on the street below.

The Uber driver met her curbside. His late model white subcompact appealed to Lynn as she stepped into the back seat. "Take me south on Shoreline. I'll let you know when we are getting close. I't a 40 minute drive at least," she said.

To say Lynn acted on impulse is a bit disingenuous. She'd developed this particular fantasy over several months and it appealed to her desire for exposure.

She felt the acceleration as they pulled onto the main road and looked out at the ocean, still black and waiting for dawn. The street-lights appeared to stretch on for miles, and created a strobe effect of dark and light at quarter-mile intervals so that if the driver happened to look into the rear view mirror, Lynn would illuminate briefly and then fall back into darkness.

She used the darkness to her advantage, as she quietly and carefully unzipped her shorts, revealing a thin strip of pubic hair. She felt her nipples erect against the thin fabric of her tank top, which caught the occasional puff of sea air from the driver's open window.

"He can see my face and watch my expression. From my shorts down, I'm invisible," Lynn thought to herself, as she let her fingers comb through her pubic hair. With each pass, she let middle finger search for the wetness she knew would flow, if she could just relax completely.

She observed the driver seemed preoccupied with his own business, as he looked out at the horizon ahead and then down as he scrolled across the screen of his phone.

With one hand controlling her nipples and another taking moist passes around and over her clitoris, Lynn felt in control of the moment. She could let her arousal ebb and flow, which she monitored, using the darkness to accelerate her sensation, and the glow from the street light as a signal to slow down.

After 10 minutes of on and off, it became increasing more difficult to stop the urge to climax which Lynn reacted with the slightest moan, and shudder.

The release brought a smile to her lips, which appeared to go unnoticed to the driver.

Lynn squirmed out of her shorts, lifted her knees up and spread her legs. She opened her purse and removed the blue glass dildo. The feel of cold glass between her pussy lips changed with each slow insertion.

She used the tip or head of the dildo at first, allowing her vagina to clamp down on the first bulb, feeling each slippery stretch and contraction. She took the second bulb, then the third and finally felt the glass bottom out, deep within her.

With each thrust, she felt the urge to cum under the measured light and darkness.

She came again. She bit down onto to her lip in a failed attempt to hold back. "I've never had an orgasm like this before," she thought to herself. "Oh my God." She arched her back in the crashing waves.

The driver's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead. "About halfway there," she said.

"OK," he replied. "I have another customer about a mile ahead. Would you mind sharing your ride? He's agreed to pick up your entire fare."

"Of course not."

She heard the sound of the car's tires on crushed gravel as the driver turn toward the ocean and stopped at a gate. He entered a code. At the end of the driveway she could just make out the shadow of what looked like a very large two story home and by the sound of the waves, appeared to be face out over a cliff with the ocean below.

A casually dressed man was standing in the columned entry, framed with stately porch lights and planted urns. I

Lynn moved to the driver's side of the back seat to make room for the new passenger.

He spoke through the open window and said: "Thanks a million, George. I owe you. I've been called in to help out at the last minute, and I'd rather not leave my car parked outside the hangar."

"Glad to be of service, Mr. Coats."

"And thank you my dear. Would you mind if I join you in the back seat? "he asked.

"Not at all, It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Coats. I'm Lynn Stevens; just visiting your side of the continent on a family matter and taking a rare opportunity to explore the south coast," she said.

"Nice to meet you Lynn, call me Mike."

Mike slid into the back seat and Lynn sensed his warmth and obvious vitality... tan, groomed, fit and quite frankly gorgeous.

"One more complimentary adjective, and I'd bet he's gay," Lynn said to herself.

Mike rested his left arm on the back of the seat, and Lynn instinctively moved her head in his direction, a gesture of immediate magnetic attraction. They were two souls, within a serendipitous encounter, connecting at the break of dawn.

An Unplanned Seduction

 

 

 

 

 

Growing up in a small town and having a religious family had made me a little naive. When I started college, I was clueless about how people did things differently in the city from my small town. The girls in my dorm were wilder than the girls I was used to in my hometown. It was a culture shock to see them act and dressed more sexually than I had ever seen another girl do before. I was still a virgin and thought sex was something that people only did when they were married.

My name is Jackie, and my friends called me Jack. I didn't like being called by a boy named, but it stuck, and I learned to live with it. I was a bit above average in the look department with long brown hair, bright blue eyes, and thick black frame glasses. My breasts were big, but you could not tell it from how I was dressed. The loose clothes that I wore hid how good my figure was, and I had no interest in showing it off.

I was an innocent child, and when the girls from my dorm told dirty jokes, they flew over my head. I was so clueless about such things that I never understood anything referring to sex. The only experienced that I had with sex is what I did with myself when no one was around. That was something I rarely did because I was taught it was wrong and felt guilty afterward. I knew college would be an eye-opener for me, but I never expected to experience what I did during my first year there.

My dorm roommate, Karen, was a skinny redhead with crystal blue eyes and had an angelic face. Her breasts were small and were barely noticeable. She did not need a bra and was not bashful of showing them off when changing. It took some time for me to get used to her sleeping in nothing but her panties. I wore a very modest nightgown and could not understand how she could sleep wearing so little.

I wasn't brave as she was and only undressed when I was alone. I was bashful and felt vulnerable being naked around people. My fear came from being told how wrong it was to show it off and that a good girl always kept it covered up. I never notice how beautiful my body was and that it wasn't something to be ashamed of.

While I kept my body hidden, Karen liked to show off hers by wearing clothes that revealed her legs and midriff. Karen thought her legs were one of her best features and loved showing them off. Men were always trying to date her, but she kept turning them down. I never understood why she never said yes until one day while sitting in the lounge area of our dorm.

I was watching TV with some of the girls after a long day of classes. It was one of the few entertainments I had since I was kept busy with my school work. On occasion, I would eat pizza with some of the girls there while we talk about girl's things. I overheard Kendra and a friend of hers talking. She was one of those types that thought everyone outside of her circle was beneath her and was very vocal about it.

"Diana, you will not believe what I just found out! You know the girl that is in the room across from mine, the one with the red hair?" Kendra said with an arrogant tone. She did not wait for her friend to reply before continuing.

"That redhead is a fucking dyke! I caught her checking out Rebecca in the shower. It was so disgusting that I almost got sick right there. I bet she already turned her roommate into one too," she said with a mixture of joy and disgust on her face.

She was talking about my roommate Karen but was confused about what a dyke was. I came from a small town and never heard anybody being called that before. Being clueless as I was didn't understand that she was saying my roommate was a lesbian. Lesbian was something that I had heard before and only in the way you know it without really knowing what it meant. Since I was still pure, I never saw the sexual side to things; it didn't register what gay people did with each other.

I was hoping that she wouldn't notice me, but I wasn't that lucky. She sat beside me before saying, "Hey, you!" She never did try remembering my name and only did so with people that were important to her. I gave her my full attention hoping to get this over with quickly, and she asked me rather crudely, "I got to know one thing. Did you let that lesbo munch on your carpet?" I did not know what she was talking about and was unsure how to answer her.

"Why would anybody eat carpet?" I replied with confusion. This brought laughter from everyone in the room, and I did not understand what was so funny.

"Oh, you are too much, girl. I take that as a no, but you better watch out, or you will find her in your bed one night munching away," She said while laughing and left me baffled over what just happened.

A girl who always had an expression on her face like she smelled something foul felt the need to clarify things. She snickered at my cluelessness and spoke in a superior tone, "It means your roommate is a nasty bitch that likes girls. I would watch out if I were you. Your innocence makes you easy prey for perverts like her. If I were you, I would get another roommate before she puts the moves on you."

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Even if I wanted to get a new roommate, there wasn't any empty bed for me to moved into, and besides, Karen was a nice person. Some of the girls in our dorm started to shun her after finding out that she was gay. They refused to take a shower with her and would walk out when she entered. They would hold on to their towels tightly against their bodies and scurry away like rats.

I could see the pain that was in her eyes at their rejection. She looked at me with teary eyes and waited for me to do the same, but I could not hurt her like that. She was a little shocked but grateful that I stayed. I was too tender-hearted to be a bitch, especially to someone that always showed me kindness. My parents taught me to be open-minded with people's differences and accept them on their own merits.

When I finished my shower, I waited on her after getting dressed before asking, "Where do you want to go for dinner tonight?" She cried a little over someone being kind to her and not caring that she was gay. I did not know at the time the hardship that gay people went through. She sometimes had to hide what she was from people to avoid judgment. I was one of few people that accepted her as she was and did not treat her like a freak.

"Mexican would be nice," she said with her eyes moistening up. "You would think in this day and age we would move past this shit. I thought this place would be different, but I guess I was wrong," she said with a sad tone to her voice. We walked back to our room in silence, and I was confident that I made the right decision with her. She waited until we were in the room before hugging me. "Thank you for still being my friend," she replied emotionally! We became very close after that day and spent a lot of time together.

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My innocent mind made it easy for me to let my guard down around her since she was a woman, which allowed me to do things that I wouldn't with a guy in the room. I would undress around her but never exposed myself. I would only go as far as my undergarments before turning my back to her to remove my bra. I was too shy to show off my body and would only get naked if all possible when nobody was in the room. Even being careful as I was one slip up here and there, she eventually saw me nude. When I slipped on a new pair of panties, putting on or taking off my bra, I unknowingly exposed myself to her.

I was her only friend in the dorm after Kendra ruined her reputation, and she changed a few things about what she did around me. She was afraid of losing me as a friend and made sure I would always be comfortable around her. She no longer went topless to bed and wouldn't watch me while I was changing my clothes. When Karen did see me naked, it was by accident and would turn her gaze away.

Karen being gay never became an issue when we were hanging out because she never brought it up. She avoided anything that she thought would drive me away, like the topic of sex and that she was into girls. When our fall final came and went, we were still good friends. Everybody was preparing to go home for their winter break, but unfortunately, I did not have the money to go home and had to stay at school. Everyone else was leaving, including Karen, and I was bummed out that I would be all alone.

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Karen postponed her trip until the next day so that I wouldn't be all alone for one day at least. She asked me to come with her, but I kindly declined the Invitation. I did not want to get in the way of her holiday plans with her family. We had the whole place to ourselves, and we took advantage of that by ordering a pizza and drank wine while staying up late watching movies. I had never felt so lonely when she left after lunch the following day and regretted not going with her.

Being alone gave me the freedom to do things that I usually wouldn't, and out of boredom, I decided to shower after dinner. I usually undressed in the shower area, but today I did it in my room. I was nervous walking down the hall naked with a towel in my arms while looking around to ensure that I was truly alone.

It felt a little liberating to step out of my comfort level by wearing nothing to the shower. It was a little scary to walk around like that but also felt kind of good too. I tossed my towel on the bench and walked into a nearby stall. The heat from the shower felt good on my body, and I stayed in it longer than I usually would. The heat from the water kept me from noticing how cold the room had gotten.

The heater had stopped working, and the room temperature had dropped more than a few degrees. I soon regretted not bringing any clothes with me after stepping out of the stall. I could feel my body starting to freeze, and my nipples harden from the cold. The walk back was less exciting with the cold nipping at my wet flesh.

I was surprised to run into Karen in the hallway holding a box, and when she saw me yelled out, "Oh, there you are! I was looking for you, and as you can tell, I decided to stay." I was shivering from the cold as she explained she felt guilty for leaving me alone and drove back here. She called her mother to let her know that she was not coming, and the maintenance man, after she noticed the heat was out, but he couldn't come out until the next day. It sucked that we had to spend the night without heat, but not being alone made it a little easier.

She was setting up a surprise for me in the lounge but only had the time to put out some blankets before getting the box that she was now carrying. In life, we come to a crossroads where our choices can lead us down two different paths. I was cold with only my towel to keep me warm, and I had two options. Going down the long cold hallway to my room to get dressed or the warm blankets nearby.

Against my better judgment, I followed her to the lounge to wrap myself around a warm blanket. I sat down on the couch, trying to keep the little heat that I had from escaping my body. Karen put the box down before taking out a jar of popcorn, a movie, a couple of plastic cups, a bottle of vodka and placed them on the table. She poured me a glass and told me that it would help me feel warm. I never drank anything besides wine before, and since I trusted her, I accepted it.

It was hard to get down at first, but it got easier after a few swallows. The more I drank, the less noticeable the cold was, and when Karen returned with the popcorn, my cup was empty. I felt relax and loose. She placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before filling my cup back up. I was clueless about the effects that alcohol can have on people. It already started to affect me in unforeseen ways that I later would realize made me relax enough to let certain things happen.

I started to notice halfway through the movie that Karen would watch me as I grabbed my drink or popcorn. I was confused about why I was receiving her attention at those times, and after a few more rounds of it, I finally caught on. The vodka made me so relaxed that I never noticed my towel had slipped off my body. Every time I took another drink of vodka or grabbed some popcorn, my blanket would open, exposing my left breast to her. My nipples were hard from the cold, and when I started focusing my attention on my nipples, I felt the right one was a little sensitive. It was rubbing against my blanket, sending a strange, funny feeling through me.

Vodka had loosened me to the point that I was open to things I usually wouldn't be. I felt sorry for Karen and thought that being a lesbian was a rare thing. I was naive in thinking that she was the only one on campus; the sadness I felt for her, and the vodka kept me from covering up. I thought what I was doing was kindness for not freaking out that she was staring at my breast.

The vodka had shut down the part of my brain where my shyness and fear came from. That was not the only thing that it did, but it also unlocked something else within me. I found myself enjoying my friend's attention, and for the first time, I wanted to be desired. Guys often ignored me because I dressed too modestly, and they have to put more effort than they wanted with me. I found it was nice, even if it was a girl that was showing interest in me.

Karen was starting to wonder if I was letting her see my breast on purpose. She did not know if I was unaware that it was hanging out or was hinting at something she had fantasized about me since we first became roommates. The girl found me attractive and could no longer ignore her desire for me. When we first became roommates, I was unaware of how erotic it was for her to watch me undressed in our room. The reason she slept topless was in the hope it would stir desire in me, and if it did, she would have made a move on me.

The vodka was making me a little bolder, and I wanted to push myself a little further. I arched my back while downing my cup of vodka that only had a mouthful left in it and let my blanket fall around my waist. My breasts were fully exposed but for only a few moments. My nipples felt good in the cold air that gave it a delightful sting as if Jack Frost was caressing them. After letting her see my breasts, I decided that I had gone far enough and covered myself back up.

The movie was near the end when the power went out, sending the room in udder darkness. I never noticed that a storm was brewing outside in all the excitement, and now I could hear the cold, bitter wind blowing. It had an almost eerie sound to it that frightened me a little. Realizing it would be best to head back to our room stood up and felt my towel fall to the floor around my feet. When I picked up the towel, I thought the room was far darker than it was; I removed my blanket to wrapped my towel around me tightly before covering up with the blanket again.

My eyes were not that good in the dark, and the vodka I drank had clouded my senses. The moonlight gave the room and everything in it a blue glow. Karen's eyes were better than mine, which allowed her to see a portion of my nude body highlighted by the moonlight. I heard the woman let out a sigh, but I didn't realize it was from seeing my body.

I held on to Karen as we slowly made our way back to our dark and cold room. There was some light shining from the window onto her bed, but mine was in total darkness. I wasn't interested in sleeping in it because I didn't want to depart from the warmth of Karen's body. It was the only heat source in the room, and I didn't realize how it sounded when I suggested that we sleep together in her bed. She was taken aback by my request and tried not to see any other motives than an innocent one. She still was not confident that someone like me, a pure, naive girl, would just turn lesbian. Karen fought back her desire and did nothing as I crawled into her bed.

After getting into her bed, I laid my glasses on her nightstand and listened to the sound of her undressing as I fell asleep. The last thing I heard was the sound of a zipper followed by her pants being removed. When I woke up sometime later, I could feel the room's coldness biting into my flesh, realizing that I pushed my towel and blanket off in my sleep. My body was exposed to the cold night air, and I quickly covered myself back up.

The only source of heat I could find was from Karen, and I snuggled closer to her, pressing my naked ass against her hoping to steal some from her. She turned on her side, embracing my body with hers; I could feel the fabric of her shirt and two tiny hard nipples poking into my back. I felt her hot breath on my neck and the heat that was coming from her. It felt so good that I was easing back into sleep, and my innocent mind didn't see anything wrong when she placed a hand on my hip. It was shaking from what I thought was from the cold; I grabbed it before sliding it down to the lower part of my stomach and then up against my bosom for warmth.

This was a mistake that pushed my friend into action from thinking that I wanted her. Her hand was not shaking from the cold but from the fear that I would reject her touch. She could not sleep with my naked body lying beside her, and she was contemplating if it was worth the risk of losing our friendship by touching me. She was trying to figure it out when I sent her the wrong message by my actions that came off more seductive than I intended it to be.

Karen needed to know if she could ever have me decided to test the water a bit by touching me. Karen placed her hand somewhere she thought it would be safe, and my reaction put the final nail into my coffin. If I had brushed her hand away, Karen would've known that she was wrong, and the night would've gone differently. The innocent action that I did out of love was taken the wrong way.

She could not bear losing me as a friend, but gaining me as a lover was too enticing for her. I did not realize that guiding her hand inches away from my pussy where her fingers barely touched my pubes before sliding it between my breasts would come off as seductive. I unwittingly gave her a signal that I wanted her and provided all the encouragement that she needed. My intention was pure, but I ended up unleashing a horny lesbian on me.

Karen was now convinced that I wanted her and was not going to hold back any longer. She played with my breast and kissed my neck simultaneously. Karen kissed my neck so passionately that a hickey was left there to mark that I was now hers. My body stiffened up from the shock of being touched sexually for the first time by someone other than myself. I tried to tell her to stop, but only moans escaped my lips when she started playing with my nipples. Karen rubbed them between her fingers and gave me pleasure that I never knew I could have from being touched there.

My friend's action made me realized that I should never have rush touching myself, and if only I had taken my time, I could have had great pleasure. If I had known about this earlier would've pleased myself more often than I did. What was being done to me was making my body warms up in a whole new way to fight off the cold of the night. No matter how much I was enjoying this, a part of me thought this was wrong. I turned over on my back to try to end this but found I couldn't resist her.

Karen eased herself on top of me and guided herself between my legs. I opened my mouth to speak, but she used that opportunity to slide her tongue into it. I couldn't believe that I wasn't resisting her and letting her do these things to me. Her tongue was in my mouth for a few seconds before I started returning the kiss. My body awakened new desires within it, and I allowed myself to go where it took me. I was a little sloppy at kissing as it was my first time. I soon got the hang of it and loved having her tongue in my mouth. My brain tried to fight back for control, but my body demanded that this happen. I could feel the heat between my legs getting warmer as my pussy got wetter.

I did not have the strength to push her away and just surrendered to her. The girl couldn't wait any longer to taste me that; she kissed down my chest with haste sucking on my nipple for a second before moving on to my wet pussy. I never knew that I could have such pleasure with my own body and the joy I could have given myself. She was an artist with her tongue by the way she licked it and sucked on my pussy lips.

My moans were loud enough to pass through the wall, but no one was there to hear them. If anybody had been there, they would have known that I had just finally fallen prey to Karen lesbian ways. After Karen had given me my first orgasm felt the muscles throughout my body spasmed. The pleasure that erupted between my legs was something my body wasn't ready for, and I passed out for a few seconds from it. I was transformed from an innocent girl to a devilish sexual beast that night.

I did not want this feeling inside me to end and felt a craving to be kissed, touched, and fucked by her. I would do anything to keep her touching me and was pleased to see that she was not done with me. She slowly kissed up my stomach to my belly button, where she made love to it. It seems like time had stopped with her kisses going on for eternity. The feeling of each seductive kiss followed by her tongue licking my sensitive skin gave me tiny multiple orgasms. I had forgotten about the cold and could only focus on what was being done to me.

I was squirming from the pleasure caused by her lips on my breasts and the way she was taking her time teasing them. Karen slid her hand gently down through my bush and into my pussy. I was so wet that her fingers went in without trouble and were soaked in seconds. She moved her fingers in and out of me as fast as she could. Having her sucking on my nipple while fingering me was too much for me. Another orgasm exploded within me, and I let out a loud wail before nearly passing out again.

I took a moment to catch my breath before pulling her into a kiss. Our kiss was intense and raw with passion. I dug my nails into her back before scratching down it until I grabbed her ass, wrapping my legs tightly around her. My sexual instinct was in complete control of me, and I was powerless to resist it. It was my turn to worship her body, and I wasn't going to disappoint her. She broke our kiss to remove her shirt and could barely see her small breasts in the dark.

I wanted to give her the same amount of pleasure that she just gave me. I rolled her over onto her back, taking one of her breasts into my mouth. I sucked on it and swirled my tongue around her nipple. I was trying to mimic what she did to me, and she started to moan. I was pleased that I was doing it right and was giving her pleasure. I worked my way down, leaving a trail of kisses to her stomach.

Without any hesitation, I removed her panties and tossed them aside. I pushed her legs apart and blindly guided my face between them. It was too dark to see, but that did not stop me from moving forward. I could smell the sweet aroma that came off her pussy, and that intoxicating fume was turning me on. I ran my tongue up and down her slit before sliding it in. Her pussy was wet, and I swallowed some of her juices.

It tasted a little salty but had a delicious flavor to it. I swirled my tongue around the inside of it and followed each step that Karen made with me. I found what I was doing to her was enjoyable and knew that this wouldn't be the last time. Karen held on to my head and grind her cunt into my face. She finally let go after her orgasm shot through her, and her body went limp.

I crawled into her arms, feeling better than I ever did in my life, and wasn't ready for it to end. I still felt the need to feel her body against mine and held on to her. I lay my head on her chest and lightly played with her belly. I listened to every beat of her heart while the taste of her pussy still lingered in my mouth.

"Damn, Jackie! You know just how to make a girl feel good, but next time do not be so subtle when seducing me. If I knew you were curious about this, I would've made a move sooner," She said while playing with my hair.

"What do you mean? I was not trying anything but was cold. I was snuggling up to you for some heat," I said with some confusion. I could feel her body tense up after realizing her mistake. I was so innocent and naive that I gave out all the right signals of someone wanting sex without knowing it.

Karen was afraid her jumping to conclusions had ruined our friendship, but I let her know that I was happy that she did. She relaxed a bit, knowing I was not going to run away. Over our winter break, we had sex plenty more times at different locations throughout our dorm. We made love on the couch in the lounge; we shared long steamy showers and few other places that would be impossible if people were around. When the girls started returning, we moved our lovemaking back to our room, where we shared a bed for the rest of that year.

My Dream of the Scarlet Woman

 

Naomi Schmitz

July 2021

My day really begins when she leaves her apartment across the street.

The time varies, but she never gets up early. When I see her in the morning, it appears like she has so much positivity that she dances out of the front door to the small café nearby. That is how elegant she is in every way she moves.

She doesn't look like a sex worker today. To me she is not working, she is not doing it for trivial gains. Somebody so beautiful must have more profound motives than to merely sell her body to strangers.

So, I will call her the scarlet woman. It is a more poetic term. Her scarf is scarlet red, and it flutters behind her like a coat of arms displaying her powerful femininity. It symbolizes her devotion, passion, dedication. To me she is also like a witch: She is proud and mysterious, and she is aware of her powers.

The woman carries herself like an artist. Every of her movements, even the tiniest, is deliberate.

She is a scarlet woman though, and I am longing for her services, although I could never gather enough courage to approach her. Yet, I imagine her fingers on my body, on my breasts, between my legs. They would sculpture emotions, paint worlds of lust. I would like to be her clay, her canvas, so she can create whatever she deems appropriate with my body. I wonder what she sees in me and what she would do to me. Would she gently tease my nipples with a feather or spank my butt with her bare hands? Would she kiss me? Would she embrace me, hold me in her arms? Comfort me?

She is a woman, and so am I.

"Do sex workers take on female clients?" is my question. My friend Google replies: "Some do", and then it elaborates:" It depends. Few do. You have to find the right one."

I don't want to find the right one. I want her. I don't even know if I'm lesbian. I know that I don't particularly like most men. Their brutish nature, their ignorant swagger, and their drunken self-confidence. Does that make me a lesbian? I know that I am scared of pussy. Of its sinister power. When I am touched down there in the right way then it changes everything. It opens a door to another world. It is like a scary drug.

When my pussy is teased, when it is unleashed.

My fingers used to be able to. Not anymore. They have become numb, clumsy like stumps. And my sex toys are just that. They are machines. I am too analytical to let them fool me that they mean their touch, that they pretend to care. They are impostors, promising what they cannot deliver.

Her fingers can. I just know that. Once I stood next to her in the café, when she took a coin out of her purse with one hand, delicately fishing the right one out like her fingers were acrobats in a circus tent. I bet she plays an instrument. One that plays haunting and beautiful notes. The piano maybe. She can find the right keys and every finger can just push down the keys with the right amount of pressure to evoke a new emotion. Imagine what they could do on my body, on my pussy?

Watching her, I feel she has travelled the world, she seems so confident, while I am sitting in my tiny room, too scared to go out, looking out of my window with curiosity, yet too much anxiety to actually talk to anyone, let alone this sophisticated woman.

I watch her every time she enters the house in the company of men. Sometimes I have seen them before. No clue where she picks them up. She also has regulars who ring her doorbell. They are the ones that scare me most. I am jealous of them. That she might fall in love with them, and she quits what she is doing. My hope to ever approach her, would be gone.

A silly thought because I could never just talk to her and ask her to do to me what she does to the men.

It's just out of the question, unrealistic.

So, I will imagine it. And it's not so bad. My fantasy will surely surpass any reality.

Imagine my encounter with her:

Me and her in the small café in line to place our orders at the counter.

"Hi!"

She turns around and smiles a little confused: "Hello! I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

I whisper: "No. But I've seen you around. I know your business, you know, what you do. The service you offer."

That was the wrong way to start the conversation, I can see it in her eyes. I am not good at this. At conversation. She is surprised and careful. I bet she thinks I'm the wife of one of the men she takes home. So, I quickly add:

"I would like to use your services... For myself. If you... offer your services to women, that is."

She relaxes and the room warms up with her smile: "That's a bit of an unusual way to approach me."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be! Let's talk! And yes, I am happy to be with women."

She orders her coffee, and so do I. While we are waiting for our orders, she does some small talk about the café. There is nothing I could possibly add to the conversation, I rarely come here. But I smile and nod and agree with everything she says because it sounds so right.

We walk over to a booth and slide in opposite each other.

Facing her so close for the first time, I savor everything I see. Her eyes are dark brown and huge, and they seem to burst with curiosity and life. Her brown hair falls to her shoulders in a calculated wavy mess. Her jawline is very pronounced and square. It gives her an almost aristocratic look. Like her creator took the time to chisel it.

"So, what can I do for you?"

"Well, as I said. I would like to... hire you? I don't know how to say it."

She smiles patiently. "I understand. But what would you like us to do?"

I like how it is us, as if we have already formed some union. I don't know how to answer though, and she senses that.

A moment later the most erotic thing in a long time happens to me. She puts her hand on mine. Her delicate fingers rest on mine. They are soft and reassuring. It is so casual but also such a gift of reassurance and sympathy.

I wish I could put my other hand on hers and feel her soft skin and to gently stroke it. Not in a sexual way, but like you pet a rabbit, to feel good, but also to make it feel good. But that would be inappropriate.

I haven't been touched like that for a while. Looking at her fingers I imagine what is in store for me. Her index finger, slightly tanned and slender, is the most elegant. Can fingers be beautiful? Hers can. I just that know that its natural curvature seems to be made to perfectly slide into my pussy and do just the right things. I picture various positions in which her index fingers do things to me. How it slides across my vulva, enters my pussy, gathers the nectar of my arousal, and then feeds it to me. Her thumb seems to be perfectly shaped to arouse my clit while it roams through my bush.

If just her fingers can do all those things to me, then what can the rest of her body do?

I can see how this woman was made to make me happy.

She radiates this assurance that she is the right one. This must be witchcraft.

"Let me guess, you have never done this?"

I shake my head no.

"Don't feel bad. Don't be embarrassed. I'll run you through things, okay? And if you have a question, just ask!"

She explains how this arrangement works, and she isn't shy about it. There are people around us, yet she doesn't care if they hear us. I am mesmerized how considerate she is and how caring. After all she only wants to sell me sex, but she makes it sound so precious and relevant, and of course to me it absolutely is.

This is how I imagine this conversation to go realistically. But there is another dimension in which she is especially generous and raunchy. In this world she slips out of her Ballerina flats under the table and gently touches my leg. At first, I think this is an accident, but it is not. She slides it up and down my calf gently. I wish I'd worn a skirt to feel her skin on mine. I never do, though... regretfully.

While she is talking, her leg moves up to my knees, gently pushing them apart to get access to my thighs. She doesn't stop there. Her toes move up. I can only imagine them, slender, well-shaped, tanned. Eventually they are only inches from my pussy, casually wiggling up and down, stimulating my thirst. I slowly thrust my hips forward, so my cherry can touch her toes. But she just smiles and pulls them away. She teases me. She merely teases me. I haven't made the transaction, and nothing is for free. That is her message.

There is an ATM at the entrance of the café, and I consider making her an offer:

"Please. If you just... you know... I will give you whatever you want. Right now! Well, afterwards. I promise! From the ATM there. I promise!"

I don't say it though. It would be undignified. She doesn't deal in such quick and sloppy hack jobs. She is a professional, she is the real deal. She is not a fortune teller in a tent at a carnival. She is a proper sorceress. No sleight of hand from her!

She also gives me her price. It's steep. It really is. This is much more than I had anticipated. But then again, I have thought of her as an artist, and art is not cheap. Just sitting opposite her radiating personality, I feel like even if I have to get a second job to afford her more often, it will be worth it.

We agree on a time and date. I wish I could sit there with her for a little longer, but she has to go.

"I have business to do!"

She smiles, seeking for my understanding, and already I am jealous of her business.

Before she leaves, I ask her: "Wait, what is your name?"

"I am sorry, how rude of me. I am Valerie!"

I know it is not her real name. There is a song by Amy Winehouse. I vaguely remember that the singer longs to see Valerie and invites her over. While we are listening to Amy, my friend Google later explains to me that Valerie means 'bravery'. I like it. The sound of it and the meaning.

"What do I call you?" Her question is more accurate. It acknowledges that we both deal in chosen identities.

"Samantha," I say from the top of my head.

"Pleased to meet you, Samantha!"

From the way she pronounces my nom de plume I conclude that I have chosen well. It roles softly off her tongue. If only I had given her my real name, so that she could pronounce it in the same loving way. I would record her saying it. However, it is too late now for the truth.

"I am looking forward to our date!"

It is a date? I haven't had one of those in an eternity.

She gets up and so do I, hoping for a brief hug, maybe a quick kiss on the cheeks to seal our deal. I suddenly ache to smell her hair, her perfume. It would give me so much vital information.

But she just waves goodbye and smiles one last time. The last thing I see is her scarlet scarf, as I return to my grey life.

Stop making a fool out of me! Why don't you come on over, Valerie? Those words are on my mind.

* * *

My anticipation in the following days is like a cold wave creeping through my body and slowing the rest of my irrelevant life. I warm myself in these times with my blazing anticipation and my endless imagination of what she will do to me:

When she opens the door to her apartment, I am actually scared.

She is wearing a colorful Kimono which reveals a generous amount of her chest, when she turns around, the garment opens itself and for a moment I see her right breast. It is the briefest of moments, less than a heartbeat, before the silky garment presses itself against her body and removes any indecency.

I wonder whether Valerie intended this, whether this is orchestrated to tease me. I feel bad and then I remember that I am actually here for this, and I am paying for all of it.

She invites me into her living room. I expected a lot of trinkets and walls full of pictures and memories from all sorts of experiences and travels around the world. Instead, there is almost no furniture, and the walls are empty. As if this is her workplace. And maybe it is. I never considered it.

She offers me a seat on the large couch. Her scarlet scarf is draped over it. I feel that this must be a symbol, right? This can't be coincidence!

"Would you like something to drink?"

I'm wondering whether that is included in the price. I should have asked Google!

"A red wine, maybe?" I ask.

"Coming right up!"

Payment. Google told me to pay in advance. I have rolled up the bills like gangsters do. I am looking for a jar to put it in. Like in the movies.

"I'll take that" she says gently, and I hand her the cash. To my disappointment she quickly unrolls it to count it.

Valerie, you can trust me!

She disappears in the kitchen and returns with two glasses. Valerie hands me her glass and sits next to me. Everything about her is of a casual grace. The way she is holding her glass, how she has tucked her leg under, how she plays with her hair. She brushes her neck with the tips of her hair. I make a note to kiss her there. If that is what she likes. The mere thought that I might get to kiss that beautiful creature makes me shiver.

Everything about me is tense.

She attempts some small talk, but I don't want to talk. My mouth is dry despite the wine and my mind empty despite the alcohol. I want to listen to her. My words would spoil the moment.

There are so many things I would like to ask her though. But none are appropriate, even considering that I pay her. How long she has done this, whether she likes it, how many johns she had today. I am pretty sure that she has been confronted with these questions hundreds of times before. I don't want to be a cliché, I want to be original. I am not though, and so I remain quiet.

"So, what would you like us to do?"

I did not answer that question when she asked me in the café.

I see her lips: Can I kiss them?

I see her breasts: Can I touch them?

Can I kiss your neck? Can I put my fingers inside of you? I'll be gentle, just trust me. You must have had a hard day. Let me take care of you!

I understand now that I want her to feel good. I am here to make her happy. This seems to be more important than my own pleasure.

My pleasure rests in hers. I wish I could make her come. I wish I could give her pleasure. Google has lectured me that some prostitutes actually come, that it happens more often than one would think. I don't quite believe it.

I also doubt that I would be able to pleasure her. I am not good at this. How many people has she been with today? How many people have tried? Has anyone succeeded?

While all these ugly thoughts have rumbled through my head, she has just looked at me. I still haven't answered her question.

She puts her hand on my neck and slides it around it to gently pull me to her lips.

I can smell the wine on her breath before I taste her lips. They are soft and wet. A feeling I have not felt in a long time. Something is happening to me, it's not just that our lips touch. I just know that there is some sort of sorcery going on, that she is injecting an unknown potion into my body. I breathe it in, sweet and heavy when I inhale her kiss.

I dig my fist into her hair, not sure if I am allowed to do that, if I am allowed to touch her. She doesn't object. My fingers run through the strands of her hair, and I tickle my cheek with them when I want to smell her hair quickly.

Her hand slides down my neck and to my breasts. Before she opens the button on my blouse, she checks whether I'm okay with it. And of course, I am. I am okay with all her attention and care.

I'm getting moist, and I am not talking about my pussy. My eyes are getting teary. I quickly wipe away the tear before she notices. It is not sadness, it's the beauty of what she is doing to me.

Valerie reaches into my bra and her fingers rub against my hard nipples. She plays with them and breaks off our kiss. I raise my head and offer my neck to her. She could bite me like an animal, instead she kisses the sensitive skin on my neck, and I feel her gently sucking it. I wish she did it harder. I'd proudly wear her love bite for the next couple of days. Like a teenager in love. Like a mark or a seal showing my allegiance.

But she is professional enough to leave no marks.

I don't resist when she slides my blouse off my shoulder. Undressing myself during the few times I have had sex has always been awkward. She makes it feel elegant. Like a royal would unpack a present. When she undoes my bra and slips it off, when she opens my pants, I follow her guidance.

It's the little things that I remember. When she rests her hand on the top button of my pants and seeks my approval before she opens it.

"Is it okay?" she asks. "Do you like it?", "May I?"

Valerie has taken control of me in the subtlest of ways.

She doesn't open the zipper, though. Instead, she points her attention to my breast. She kisses them, sucks them, and I feel an electricity jolting through my body. I look down at her. Guys have sucked on my breasts but never with that meaningful passion. As if there is a certain technique of moving her tongue, maybe similar to a spell, something that only witches are taught at full moon. It must be more than mere experience, it is supernatural.

I play with her hair and remember that she asked me what I would like her to do. There are so many options. There is so much she could do, and I would be okay with all of them.

But what I am most curious about are her fingers. The fingers that rested on my hand in the café, that held my neck, that caressed my nipples. I want them in me.

Maybe it is the only thing that I decide that night, but I find her wrist and put it between my legs.

She stops for a moment and looks me in the eyes. They are not as dark brown, as I had previously thought. There are sprinkles of hazel in them. It makes them even more lively. What a great choice of color, I am thinking, as if she had a say in choosing that color.

Her hand moves up and down my thigh, and for a second, I wonder whether she misunderstood, but then her fingers find the zipper. She looks at me again, and I nod before she pulls it down to reveal my panties.

I have bought a new set of underwear. Just for her. It was not cheap. For a moment I am thinking that I will never wear it again. That I will frame it and put it up in my bedroom, and whenever I meet her, I will buy a new set of underwear and a frame. And I will write a letter for each frame, like the entry of a diary, in which I will treasure my memories. And I will compose a song on the piano for every time I met her, and the song will reflect my feelings during that session.

It is a silly idea. I can't play the piano, I don't have enough money for underwear and frames, and I don't think that I would be able to find the words to express my feelings.

It would be nice though.

She has asked me to lift my hips and has peeled off my jeans and my panties.

I am naked in front of her.

It feels right, but it also feels unfair, and so in an act of rebellion I push her away and focus my attention on her, as I open her Kimono. My unwrapping of her is like that of a greedy child who can't wait to get to the presents.

It is my turn to caress her body, and I feel like a peasant compared to her elegance. But when my tongue flicks over her nipples, I hear her moan.

I am so proud of myself. That I am able to make her moan in pleasure. It is an odd thought. Only later it occurs to me that she might be faking it. But at that moment I don't mind and later I reason that she would never do that to me.

 

She lets me explore her body, doesn't object, whatever I do.

Eventually she takes control again, and eventually I feel her hand on my neatly trimmed triangle. Yes, I have groomed myself for her.

She seeks my approval when her fingers caress my vulva, and lost in her eyes, I almost forget to give it to her.

For a moment I am worried that I might be leaking my juices all over her couch. That is how wet I am. That is also how self-conscious I am.

By now my body is on fire and when her finger glides into me, I feel that something is happening that is far beyond everything I have deemed possible.

She must have dipped her finger into a poison that consumes me with lust, that manipulates my body. This is witchcraft. I feel like after this I will not be the same. Valerie will turn me into something wicked like her sex slave. And I wouldn't mind serving her, cleaning up after her clients have left, just to get a fraction of her attention. It is insane.

When I am about to climax, I whisper: "No, no, no!" But it is a whisper only in my mind. I don't want her to hear it and to stop, But I also don't want it to be over so soon. So, I gather all my strength to fight against it, to hold back.

Of course, she notices and gently tells me to relax, to enjoy it, and of course I follow her advice. There is nothing I can do against her sorcery.

This is pure beauty.

It is art.

It is too much.

When I climax, I feel like my flesh is raw, and when her fingers caress me while my lower body is caught in the most violent spasms, I push her hand away.

It is something I will regret. Something I would want to apologize for. I can only hope that she forgives my rudeness.

I never do apologize, though, I forget.

We are lying next to each other. My hand is gently playing with her breast, hers with my hair. I can't say anything. I don't want to speak. I just want to feel all my happiness circulate through my veins, and I don't want it to leave.

* * *

Of course, nothing like that will ever happen. I am too scared to approach her. I can't see myself do that, and I doubt that I will ever find the courage.

But I watch her every day as she leaves and when she returns. Those brief seconds make my day. The rest is filled with my imagination. All I can do is fantasize about my encounters with her. It might sound sad, it is not for me, though. My thoughts of her are purer than reality can ever be.

Just one thing, though: I have asked Google how I can learn to play the piano, and I am trying to put to music my dreams of our time together.

The end