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Lauren found her roommate in front of her computer aghast at what she was seeing. On the screen some whackjob preacher was saying how the world was doomed to end in a week and a half. Lauren knew her roommate was a bit strange in the religion department, but she had no clue that she was this gullible.



"Oh no!" Christy said as she heard her friends footsteps behind her. "It's doomsday. Maybe the rapture. I don't know. But we're all done for."

"That's all nonsense Chris and you know it."

"No, it's real. This guy is a real bonafida prophet."

"He's never been wrong."

For an hour she tried to convince her friend that it was nonsense but after a while Christy started becoming truly offended at her attempts to dissuade her.



"Fine!" She finally declared in frustration. "The world is ending. So what?"

And then Christy started crying. Damn, what have I done now? Lauren thought to herself. She knew her friend was rather sensitive, even for a girly girl, but she could usually avoid hurting her feelings."

Playing up to the girl's beliefs she asked, "Why are you crying? Won't you be happy to go to heaven if it is the rapture?"

"It isn't that Lauren." She looked up at her with tears in her eyes.

"Well," Lauren said softly, "What is it then?"

"I had a life I wanted to live."

"Don't we all?" Lauren said somewhat regretfully casting a shamefaced glance down at Christy's alluring legs and then quickly back up before her friend noticed.

Christy stood and held her friend as if for dear life and cried on her shoulder.

"But, I didn't want the kind of life most people would expect from me. I'm dirty. Bad."

Now that was something Lauren had never heard from her before. You think you know someone, she thought to herself.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Tell you about it. I'm too ashamed."

"You know you can tell me anything right? We've been friends for four years now. If you don't know you can trust me by now, then I don't know what to say."

"It sin. It isn't trust. I can't say the words. I'm ashamed."

Her friend was so distraught she considered for a moment as the poor girl cried on her shoulder. What she really needed was to let go of her inhibitions. At least enough to confide in her. The only thing Lauren knew that worked and was readily available, was....

"Alcohol." She finished aloud.

"What?" Christy asked.

"I'm going to get you drunk my dear."

"Good Christian girls don't drink."

"I know. But the world is ending anyway, so might as well experience it at least once. Right?"

"Well," Christy started, "If I repent in the morning and ask for forgiveness I guess it will be alright. I mean, we're all going to be gone in a week and a half anyway. Right?"

"That's the spirit," Lauren told her, rolling her eyes at her friends weirdness. She grabbed Christy's hand and led her to the car."

This promised to be an interesting weekend she thought as they drove. Christy was absolutely silent during the drive and Lauren was completely flustered as to what to say to her friend. How could she cheer her up without offending her friends weird beliefs? She had been religious since they'd met. The first night they shared their appartment Christy had tried to convert her, bible in hand. It had been a bit awkward for a while, but Christy had apparently, eventually, decided to accept her status as a "sinner" who couldn't be saved, and Lauren chose to do the same for her. And they'd gotten along great ever since.

She often wondered if her friend were a closet lesbian. She didn't date men. Of course she had her religious reseason for saving herself for marriage, but Lauren was pretty sure a good Christian girl could at least date a man to find out if she wanted to marry him. Even if the date had to have a chaperone or something. But Christy never even mentioned guys. Maybe she plans on saving herself for Christ, she thought acidly, and with a tinge of regret.

Lauren was a lesbian. In the beginning that had been a big part of their conflict that made Lauren think she'd have to find a new roommate before Christy's sudden acceptance of the fact that she wasn't going to be converted. That had been a relief. But sometimes Lauren wished she and Christy had been unable to come to terms with each other. She found Christy very attractive and had often fantasized that the woman she was with on any given night was Christy. It was unfair to her lover of course, but she couldn't help it. It was almost always a test of her self control. It was why her lovemaking sessions were often rough. It was also why she had never gone on more than three or four dates with the same woman. At least not after the first year they had lived together. Despite the fact that Christy was such a weirdo when it came to religious belief, she was a good, kind, and caring friend. She did more than her share of the housework. She even cleaned Lauren's room for her once in a while though at first that was a bit weird. She defintely cooked more than her fair share as well. In some ways Christy was a bit disturbing. She had apparently fallen for the old religious beliefs about woman's place in life. What a waste it would be to have her friend marry some guy and live the life that religions like that map out for women.

In the liquor store she bought a couple of kinds of beer, some sweet wine, vodka, orange juice, tequila and seven up. The store clerk had someone help her load it into the car and Christy showed how naive she was about that sort of thing when she asked, " Will that be enough?"

Lauren laughed. "Sweetie, that could get an army of good Christian girls like you drunk."

Christy's eyes widened.

"I don't know what you'll like so I bought a wide variety."

"That must have cost a lot of money I'm sure Lauren, can I pitch in?"

Lauren knew Christy didn't make a lot of money at her job at the church. But she also knew that Christy was adamant about paying her fair share. She always paid her rent on time, and her share of the bills, even when it meant she had to walk to work instead of spending a little money on bus fair. So she told a little white lie.

"Of course you can dear, your share would come to twenty dollars."

"Exactly twenty?" Christy asked.

"Well, twenty and a bit of change, but what's a few cents between friends?"

Christy smiled and got twenty dollars out of her purse and handed it to Lauren.

Then she blushed and took out another quarter and set it in the change holder mounted in the dash. Lauren smiled and inwardly shook her head.

Once home the ladies took two trips to get it all inside.

"What do you want to try first?" Lauren asked her as her friend sat on the floor and leaned back against the sofa.

"I don't know. I've never even tasted that stuff."

"Ok, we'll try you on some beer first. It doesn't pack as much punch as some of the other stuff."

"Will it get me drunk? I mean, if I'm going to have to repent tomorrow, I want to have something to repent."

Christy looked a little shamefaced but eager. Lauren laughed.

Christy wasn't her only friend with weird religious beliefs. Her friend Mark was a druid apparently. He was also gay. That didn't matter to her of course as she had no attraction to him or him to her, but she often thought it was funny to think of a gay druid. Not that she knew why she found it funny. She loved him a great deal and valued his friendship. He had been the one she confided in of her pain regarding Christy. He sympathized, at least emotionally. He had told her he had once been in love with a straight guy. He had made the mistake of confiding his love to his beloved, and that was the end of the friendship.

Lauren grabbed them each a beer and handed one to Christy. "Shouldn't we get glasses?" Christy asked.

"Definitely not." Lauren said, "When you're having an end of the world party you absolutely have to drink from the can. It's an unwritten rule."

Christy laughed. Even she wasn't that naive. She pried open the top and started to lift it to her lips.

"Wait. We need a toast," Lauren said.

"Oh, let me, I've never toasted anything before. Well, aside from bread."

Lauren had to laugh at that. She nodded and waited while Christy seemed deep in thought. Apparently she wanted to make it a good one.

She stood and raised her can of beer and said, "To the end of the world, and the shedding of burdens, and the freeing of spirits to find heaven!"

Lauren suppressed a laugh. Her friend was dead serious. Oh well, she thought and smiled wistfully as she raised her can in reply and drank.

Christy downed half the can in one go. Lauren laughed and reached over and pulled the can down and said,"Whoa there girl, you're going to make yourself sick chugging like that."

"Oh. I thought that was how you were supposed to drink beer."

"Well, maybe the young men do that at frat parties, but anyone with any sense takes it a squitch slower than that."

"Oh."

"So how do you like beer?"

"It's, uhm, icky," Christy said, then burst out giggling.

"Oh. Ya well beer is an acquired taste. Let me get you some vodka. You like orange juice right?"

"Oh, I love orange juice. But I have to finish my beer. Waste not want not."

"Ok then," Lauren laughed. She had never seen her friend act this way. She was usually far more reserved. It worried her a little.

Lauren avoided asking any serious questions until Christy had drunk two full glasses of vodka and orange. She had of course finished the beer as promised even though she obviously dind't like it. She knew it was time to begin the conversation when she returned with a third glass of vodka and orange and her friend was absentmindedly staring at her feet as she approached. She was wearing black open toed sandals and nylon stockings and Christy smiled dreamily for a moment as Laurend reached down to hand her the glass.

"You have such pretty feet," Christy said, "And your nail polish is beautiful." And then she giggled.

"Ok, you're definitely getting drunk. I think it's time we talked about what you couldn't say earlier."

"I can't. I can't tell you." Christy said and Lauren started rolling her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's not in me to say the words. Not yet anyway."

"If you drink too much more my dear, you'll pass out and then you won't have said anything anyway."

"You're my friend. I care about you a great deal and I want you to be happy. Talk to me."

"I can't," Christy shuddered, but before Lauren could express her irritation Christy went on, "but... I can show you."

"Huh?" Lauren asked intelligently, as her irritation was replaced by surprise.

"Please come with me," Christy said and stood shakily. She wobbled a bit on her heels before regaining her balance.

"You should probably take your shoes off hon, you're going to fall on your head."

"Ok," Christy agreed readily and gingerly stepped out of them and then knelt and arranged them neatly by the front door. Christy was always a bit of a nut that way.

Finally she stood again and led Lauren to her bedroom.

She sat at her computer and warmed up. Thne she pulled up her internet browser and Lauren's eyes nearly popped out of her head when Christy pulled up a website full of erotic stories.

Christy was blushing beet red and couldn't look Lauren in the eyes, but she pulled up an author named 'boundinchains' and quietly asked Lauren to read this authors stories.



Lauren of course was staring at her puritan friend like she had lost her mind, or one of them had anyway, but she moved to the chair Christy vacated. Her friend was obviously in distress, and despite her own issues, she wanted to help. But the stories astounded her.

Christy went and got them both more alcohol as Lauren started reading.



The first story was a lesbian romance, with subtle hints of a controlling relationship that seemed to have a few religous undertones. It also had undertones of the BDSM lifestyle that Lauren had flirted with from time to time. There was nothing overtly kinky in the story, but the way the author wrote told her more than what was actually written.

She downed her drink to try to cool the fire that was spreading through her body at the thought of her beautiful and oh so puritan friend being turned on by this story. She looked over at Christy who was curled up on the bed with her eyes gazing off into space occasionally sipping her drink.

"This is uhm, different than what I'd expect to find you reading sweetie," Lauren started but Christy came out of her distracted state and said "Please read them all and then we can talk. I 'm too ashamed."

Christy stood up and said, "We need more alcohol."



Lauren handed her friend her glass and then returned to reading. The next story was more overtly kinky. The religious undertones were still there, but the lesbian relationship was definitely more in line with the 'I say, you do' style of the kinky lifestyle. Lauren's mind was exploding and she harboured lustful thoughts about her oh so pretty roommate.

Christy brought her glass back full and she hardly noticed.

Another story later, when Christy brought yet another drink she realized she hadn't even drunk the last one, though she thought Christy had drunk hers. Christy seemed quite tipsy. Lauren wanted to keep her head, and she didn't want Christy to pass out before they had their chat so she said, "Quit it with the alcohol for now. We'll have more later. Ok?"

"Ok," Christy said quietly and put her glass down next to Laurens two full ones and lay back down on her bed.

Lauren was becoming hotter and hotter as she read. The stories, and there were five of them, were a bit immature in that it was obviously someone inexperienced writing them, but they were imaginative, and they became hotter and hotter and more and more overtly kinky. And they were all lesbian. The last one was all lifestyle all the way through. The relationship between a slave and her beautiful owner. But there was a constant thread of love all through them all. Despite some of the humiliating acts that the Dominant woman made her slave do in the last story.

Her juices flowed and her panties were wet enough that she worried for a moment that she'd leak through her skirt onto her roommates chair. But as she finished the last story she turned toward her friend and saw that Christy had her hand down her own skirt, but when she saw Lauren turn toward her she pulled it out and acted as if nothing had happened. Lauren for her part, pretended not to have seen though that stunned her just as much as the stories.



"Ok Christy," she started, "I've read them all. And I have to say that I feel it's very unkind of you. I haven't been with anyone in a while and stories like this can be frustrating if you're alone."

"I'm sorry, Lauren," Christy said in a quiet voice as she got off the bed and came close to Lauren. She knelt down in front of her friend and looked at the floor

"What are you doing reading this kind of stuff anyway? It's very unlike you. Or is that the problem?"

"I didn't just read them," she replied, and her voice went down to a whisper. "I wrote them."



Lauren couldn't believe her ears, but Christy went on. "I imagine the characters in the story are you and me." She hiccupped as that last part came out.

Lauren felt the world shifting under her feet. "What? Did you want to dominate me then?"

"No. I want you to dominate me. I want you to own me. I want to be your slave. I want to be your toy. Your possession. Your property. I want you to use me, and punish me, and reward me, and love me....At least until the world ends."

Desperate to find some sense Lauren asked, "I thought this was against your religion?"

"If I'm your slave then it's ok. My pastor told me that as property slaves weren't responsible for anything except in how they served their owners and that they are still honoured in heaven after they die."

"Well slavery is illegal now dear."

"But I have a contract we can sign. And according to the bible if you agree to something, then it's binding."

Lauren felt like she had drunk far more than she had. The world was spinning around her. She figured one of them must have gone crazy and it was probably her. So she decided she had to talk to someone who was always, well, almost always, sane.

"You stay right there," she said, letting some of her bewilderment out as anger.

She ran out of the room and put in a quick call to her friend Mark.

Luckily he wasn't out or otherwise occupied. At first he asked her "Have you been drinking." She replied. "Yes, with Christy!"

"With Christy?" He asked, "What is going on? Did hell freeze over?" Then he had to get her to slow down. She took a deep breath and she told him everything that had happened. His laughter came over the phone very clearly.

"Why are you laughing?" She demanded. "This is serious."

"Oh, why am I not surprised," He mused. "It's always the ones you least expect," and he laughed for a few moments longer until Laurens irritation peaked and she said, "Well what the hell am I supposed to do with her?"

He laughed harder and asked, "Why are you asking me? I've never been with a woman before."

"I mean in the long term you idiot!. She's only doing this cause she thinks the world is ending. Her religion has her so messed up that she'll believe any old thing she see's on youtube. What happens if I take her up on this and when she wakes up after the world was supposed to end and finds herself between my legs?"



He said, "The world's got to end sometime."



Then he laughed even harder. Then he got very serious for a moment. "Listen love, she obviously needs this. She has rationalized it with her religious beliefs which are very strong according to what you've told me about her, into something she can accept so that she can be happy. It's something we humans are rather good at. That sort of thing is inevitable. We always do it when needed. Or we break apart into a million pieces. She will in fact find an answer to this need of hers one way or another. Either with you, or eventually, with some stranger who may or may not care for her as much as you do." He paused and went on, "You do still care for her don't you?"

"You know I do."

"Well, so what is the problem? Haven't you told me of your domination fantasies?"

"Well, I don't know if I'm as serious about it as her stories are," she stopped herself, "that's not the point you idiot. This will ruin our friendship!"

He replied, "I think Christy just took you way out past it and your treatment of her at this point could in fact ruin your friendship. But if you take her up on her offer I'm sure that if you love each other you could come to some balance that pleased you both."

"She's drunk, and she's crazy. Or I am. I don't know which anymore."

Mark laughed again and she could tell he thought this was all very funny.

He said, "This is the funniest thing I've heard in months. The woman you have secretly lusted for, for the last couple of years, has offered you everything you could ever want from her and you're talking to me on the phone."

She wanted to bitch at him more but she started to see his point.

He paused in his laughter to quietly ask, "Where is she now?"

"She was kneeling on the floor and I told her to stay put so I could come find some sanity, but I haven't found any here you jerk!'

"You left her drunk and alone kneeling on the floor to stir in her own fear, doubt, shame, and misery, and I'm the jerk?" He asked quietly.

"Omg, you're right. What do I do?"

"Well, the worst that could happen is she changes her mind when the world doesn't end right? What would stop you from setting her free at that point? Or do you want her to go find some stranger who may not care about her well being as much as you do. Though I have to wonder if you really do when I think of the poor girl kneeling on the floor worried to death."

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Just three more sessions; hold it together, Toni, I told myself. Ashley leaves for San Francisco tomorrow and then it's over with. We saw each other for the last time this morning, and I can honestly say that whatever we had was nice.

I've had Miranda on my mind for three months now. This sort of thing never happens to me, the sort of thing where I sometimes catch myself daydreaming about her, wondering what she's doing, longing for the touch of her lips one more time. Since that dance at the club, I haven't been able to go one day without thinking of her for prolonged periods of time.

I sit and try to figure out why I want her so much and I have come up with two theories: A- either I just need to do her to get her out my mind or B- I'm in uncharted territory and way over my head. I'm hoping for A but I think I know its B. I like her, I actually really like her. It's not just sexual or physical but so much more.

I love the way she talks to me like an equal and how she never backs down from an argument. She always tells me what she thinks- whether or not I like it. She calls me just to say hi and, when we get coffee, she always orders for us not just herself even though we will trade off who pays. When I'm with her at her office she pouts when another student enters. I love the way she looks at me when we talk and the way she texts me good morning even if I haven't sent her a text.

I've fallen in love with her and it didn't even occur to me that it was happening until it was too late. We text each other every night, and even when I am on a night shift, she'll text me throughout just to see how I'm doing. She tells me that she's up doing paperwork but I know it's because she wants to check in with me and make sure I'm doing alright. Sometimes, we will eat our dinner together over the phone, her conversation and laughing filling the empty hours. Only my dad has ever cared that much, and even he doesn't like I feel she does.

Not to mention the fact that I take extra time to get ready when I'm going to see her. I make sure to wear her favorite cologne, which she mentioned she liked when we danced that night at the club. It took every ounce of self-control not to make her mine, then and there. I wanted to take her back to my place and show her how a person who cares about you can make you feel. But I didn't because it wasn't about that; in that moment, it was about being intimate with each other. Having her in my arms that night made me realize what was missing. I realized that I was just going through the motion of life, and that since she came into it I was living again, enjoying every moment. I don't just want sex; I want to make love to her and worship her body. FUCK! I fell in love and didn't even see when she sneaked in and took hold of my heart. I hope she doesn't hurt me because my hurting her isn't going to happen.

I knew I was taking a chance by initiating anything with my professor, but for the last three months I have felt something for her I haven't felt in a long time, if ever. The last time I had felt anything close to this was with Sylvia and even then it was different. I don't even know if I can describe how I feel about Miranda. It's this want to be around her and talk to her, this need to hold her in my arms and just be with her.

It's been a long time since I've asked anyone out. I know the risks of rejection and yet something tells me if I don't try it'll be worse. I care about her the way I care about my friends. I love spending time with her even if it's just coffee. The thought of having someone to call my own- that right there is the best part.

I know that she flirts with me and she feels something; the question becomes the same it has always been: am I worthy of more? Is there a possibility that she will want to be with me and only me? Will she want a relationship with someone younger? Will she want someone who isn't even half as financially stable as her? We belong to different social classes and, as much as I want to say that it doesn't matter, I can see the differences between us.

I have to work to survive; she does it because she likes it. I have to make a lot of sacrifices to be able to have what I have; she doesn't. My dad accepts my way of life; her family doesn't and that can place a strain on any relationship even if all the odds are in its favor.

But none of this matters if she doesn't say YES.

"Toni, what are you still doing here?" I was leaning on the wall next to her classroom door. She walked out and I followed her to the stairs where I took her bag full of blue-books to carry for her. It was as if she was tempting me, wearing my favorite white skirt suit. She had only worn it one other time and I had fallen into her web. Women worry about panty lines and let me tell you there was nothing there so do you really have to wonder what was underneath.

"Do you really have to ask? I just turned in my final and I graduate on Saturday." I knew if I prolonged asking I would chicken out. "Let me take you out on a date, just you and me." She tried not to smile but it was there.

"Walk me to my car?"

"I always do so..."

"Toni, you know I'm a lot older than you. Why do you want to go out with me?" Her sexy confident smile was gone and she sounded defeated. If she only knew how much I had dreamed of being with her over the past few months.

"Do you want a detailed list or will it suffice to say that I think you're beautiful and would be honored to be in your presence." That made her blush.

"You know you're a smooth talker," she replied with a knowing smile. "How can I know I can trust you?"

I stopped walking and she did the same. This story sounded so familiar. She turned to look at me, and I knew that if I wasn't honest and put my feelings out there that I would end up where I had started so many years ago.

"I've never done anything for you not to trust me. It may seem like I'm spitting game but it's the truth. You're beautiful, Miranda, and I love talking to you and spending time with you. When I'm with you I'm happy, happier than I have ever been. I have no experience with relationships or dating, but the one thing you need to know is that I respect commitment. I would never lead anyone on and I don't lie." I handed her the bag. "If you don't trust me then don't say yes. If you think I'm some player then you've already hurt me. I told you once and I've told you twice that I want you, Miranda, not just for sex or for one night. You have my number; let me know if we can be more than friends or if I'm not worth it."

I walked away because I was hurt. I may be confident and smooth but it's just me being honest. I'm not spitting game or trying to get her to bed. To not be trusted right off the bat and be judged based on her past...

"Toni..." I ignored her as she called my name. She could call me on my cell when she knew what she wanted. "TONI."

I knew she wouldn't come after me; technically, I was still a student.

I headed for the student parking lot. When I got to my car, I sat there for a while just resting my head on the steering wheel. Crazy thing is, I have never slept with two women at the same time because I only sleep with them once. I don't lie to women and say I'll call you and then don't. I make it clear from the first instant I'm just looking for fun, no strings. I don't give false hope or flat out lies; I'm always honest and if the girl doesn't like it then we go our separate ways.

From day one things were different with Miranda. I always made sure there was mutual respect and only honesty. When we would spend time together during her office hours, we would spend half the time getting to know one other. I knew she was divorced, selling her place, and had bought a new home. She came from money and her parents didn't like the idea of the divorce or that she had no children and was a successful business woman who worked on her career instead of a family. It isn't that she didn't want a family, she just wanted children to be raised in a home full of love and not lies.

I know she loves to hear me talk about cars, and I know she pays attention because she asks questions. We have so much in common and are so similar but it's our differences that make us work. I mean, we work in the sense that we never get bored of talking to the extent that we always lose track of time because conversation never fails.

The best part is how comfortable I am with her. I remember the first night I met her and how beautiful she was but how she acted like such a bitch. Then when I saw her in class, I mean she looked like she was dressed to kill, elegant and classy. She was gorgeous and beautiful, everything a woman like me would love to come home to. Before she came into the picture I couldn't even think of settling down and being with just one girl. Now? Now, she's all I want.

The more I think about it the more unreasonable I sound. The truth of the matter was that in that moment when she asked me how she could trust me all I could think of was what Sylvia had said so many years ago, how it had turned my whole world around. My thoughts were heavy as I got to work and received her message.

--Toni, I am so sorry if I offended you but that was never my intention. Please give me a chance to explain and maybe we can go on that date. Just you and me, baby, please.--

I wanted to answer but I was at work. Plus I felt like an idiot for acting so dumb earlier. As my shift went on I thought of her and only her. After Friday's shift I had the next two weeks off to help her move after which I would start my new job. Finally my shift ended I went home only to find Sandy at my door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her suspiciously as she looked really mad.

"Why haven't you answered her text?" She demanded. What the hell was going on?

"How do you even know she's been texting me? My phones been off."

"I know. I've been calling and so has Jada. It's not like you to disappear off the face of the earth."

I opened the door and led her in.

"I was working. What does it matter? We didn't have plans, and I'm sure no one has died or you would have them to call through to me on the radio." Now I was mad. She was my friend but I felt like I was being scolded like a child.

"Don't fuck this up Toni. For the love of your father, don't just give up on her. You are so in lo... into her that you haven't been interested in even going to the club. All you ever do is spend time with her during her office hours and even when you hang out with us you're always texting her. I can tell it's her because of that stupid smile you get."

"How do you even know about her text?" It was her turn to blush and in that instant I knew the answer. "You're fucking Autumn!" Her eyes went wide but she didn't try to deny it as it wasn't a question.

"You're so vulgar; I'm not fucking her. I make love to her." I flung my shirt I had just taken off at her as she smiled. I imagined that her smile was similar to the one I had when I thought of Miranda. "Anyways, this conversation is not about me. Here, this is Autumn's address." She handed me a slip of paper. "Go pick her up."

"Who? Autumn?"

"No, stupid, Miranda. She's there with Autumn. She called and came by but I left before she got there so I could come see what the hell was wrong with you."

"I can't go." I handed her back the slip of paper. All I wanted was to shower, go to bed, and pretend nothing had happened.

She took the paper and sat on the recliner facing the bed.

"Change, shower, whatever it is you're gonna do, and I'll be waiting for you to explain what's going on with you guys."

I hoped she'd leave, but when I was done with my shower and dressed in sweats and a muscle shirt, she was sitting in my recliner- probably texting Autumn from the smile on her face.

"Do I look that stupid when I text her?" I asked and she laughed, raising her eyebrow.

"Worse. Now tell me what's going on with you guys."

"Nada, nothing, zip."

"T, I was sitting right there at the club when you sat next to her, held her close, whispered sweet nothings in her ear and then made out with her like you were two teenagers in a movie theater- and there's the smile again. And, if I'm not mistaken, you were sleeping with that other girl all this time. I have never seen you like this with anybody. I don't think I've ever seen you this happy."

"Will you go away if I tell you?"

"Yes. After you promise to go see her."

I started with the day I met the most beautiful Bitch in the world- How even after dropping her off I couldn't get her out of my mind. After spending the night with Sylvia and her girlfriend, I still wanted her. I talked about how I felt when I figured out she was my teacher and how I apologized for my attitude. Then our regular office visits and the run in at the club the first two times; the first time I kissed her and how she didn't stop me; the thong I have in the drawer next to my bed that she gave me; the constant flirting and getting to know each other. I talked about everything right up until today after the exam. After over an hour of my countless stories Sandy slapped me upside the head.

"Ouch! What the fuck, San?"

"One, you over reacted and two, why didn't you answer her? I mean, I have never seen you act this way about anyone. Ever. You're in love with her and you know it. What's holding you back?"

I felt the tears and, not being one to cry, I waited hoping to hell they wouldn't fall.

"I'm scared to get hurt. I've never felt so weak around anyone. I can't even look her in the eyes too long because I'm afraid she'll see how I feel."

"That's why you won't really open up to her." She mulled over the thought.

"It's easier to remain unattached than to have your heart broken. I learned that the hard way," I said, my voice hoarse from talking so long and unshed tears.

"NO." Sandy adamantly shook her head as she glared at me. "You took one bad experience and based the rest of your life on it. What are you gonna do? Live the rest of your life based on ONE experience or are you going to actually LIVE your life?" We stared at one another for long moments. "That wasn't a rhetorical question, T."

"I'm going to call her?" I asked hesitantly.

She stood up and smiled, carefully placing the paper with the address on my nightstand and smoothing it out.

"Only you know what you want, babe; the rest of us only want you to be happy." She kissed the top of my head and left.

First instinct, call for a second opinion from Jada. But my mind had already made the choice for me. I sprayed some cologne, pulled on a sweater, threw on a beanie, put on my Jordan's, and grabbed my wallet. First stop flower shop, stop number two dinner from Mario's, stop number three Autumn's house.

I was scared shitless as I knocked on the door with flowers in hand.

Autumn came to the door in her pajamas and I wondered how Sandy got the straight girl to fall for her. Sandy could have had anyone but she wanted Autumn- Miranda's best friend. Go figure.

"She's in my bedroom. Come in and I'll go get her."

"Nice hickey; San can be very possessive." I couldn't help the evil grin as Autumn jerked and turned to look at me, a guilty hand flying to her neck as a blush crept across her face and down her neck. "Do you mind if I go get her, please?"

"Break her heart and I'll find someone to kick your ass," she threatened, the moment almost ruined by her embarrassment.

"If I ever hurt her believe me I'll be kicking my own ass."

"Good. Take as long as you need. I'll be watching TV. Just don't get too naughty, I just changed the sheets."

"MMmmhhhmmmm."

I walked to where she pointed and my breath caught in my throat. This was the first time I was in a private setting with Miranda where I didn't have to worry about anyone or anything. She was facing away from the door laying down on the bed in a set of black silky pajamas. I walked slowly to the side of the bed. When she saw it was me, she turned to face away from me. Cute. I'll have to be the adult. I set the flowers on the bed, and as I sat on the bed, I picked her up with one hand under her knees and the other under her back and dragged her into my lap.

"I'm sorry."

Turning her face towards me, she laid her head on my chest and inhaled.

"Who do you smell so good for?" She placed her left hand on my chest and kept her head down.

"You." I pulled my hand from underneath her knees to grab her hand on my chest and give her a kiss on each fingertip.

"Who do you look so good for?" She brought her hand to my neck and finally showed me her gorgeous eyes which were rimmed red. Damn, I had made her cry. The realization brought a rush of sadness and guilt but I knew I would make it better. I brought my hand to her cheek to stroke and feel her soft skin.

"You."

I leaned in and, for the first time in my life, I was ready for the rest of my life. With a beautiful woman in my arms with her lips on mine, I wanted nothing else but her. Her kiss was soft and hesitant, her lips delicate and inquisitive as though she was searching for something unknown. I wasn't scared, though; I knew what I wanted. I held her close poured all my feelings into this one kiss, trying to show her what I was afraid to tell her. I wanted more but I was afraid to pushing too far. This kiss was it; everything I had waited for was now real, but I wanted more. I pulled away and I heard her whimper. I couldn't help but smile.

I licked my lips.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted. You can trust me." I looked into her eyes and saw the look of a person who wanted what was right in front of them. How had I missed it? It was the same look from all those days in her class. It was probably the same look I had when I thought of her being in my arms and of holding her close. It was the look I probably had when I thought of being able to make her happy and spend my days with her.

"I bought us dinner; it's not exactly a date but it's a start. Will you come over to my place and have dinner with me?" She kissed my lips again and I couldn't help but smile. What had I been missing all these years? Or maybe I hadn't been missing anything but I was simply waiting for the right woman. She pulled away and stood up between my legs facing me as I held her in my arms.

"First, we talk about what happened?" She was looking for my eyes but I didn't want her to see how vulnerable I was around her.

"I think you interrupted San and Autumn. How about we talk at my place, please?" I pulled her closer but she kept her distance.

"I'm supposed to sleep here. Remember the house is packed up and my bed isn't being delivered for another few days. Toni, why won't you look at me?"

I didn't want to offend her so I finally looked up.

"Miranda spend the night with me. We can talk at my place and you can take the bed. I'll sleep on the recliner. Just come home with me please."

"Anything for you," she breathed. I liked the sound of that. I stood up and held her in my arms. I felt like her protector because, for the first time, she wasn't in heels and it seemed like I towered over her. "I took your height for granted. Wait, what do you mean I interrupted Sandy and Autumn?" Oh crap.

"Autumn?" I grabbed the flowers and handed them to her with a flourish trying to distract her from her line of questioning.

"They're beautiful, Toni." Her smile was back and I couldn't help but leaning down and kissing her. My hands were holding her face and hers went around my waist.

"Am I interrupting?" I could hear the smile in Autumn's voice. Miranda let go smoothly and stood next to me. I wanted her close and automatically I wrapped my arms around her waist as she rested her body on mine.

"Yes, but it's your house. Autumn, what's going on with you and Sandy?"

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Waking up to the shrill whine of my alarm clock, I shut it off and enjoy the few blissful moments of grogginess before remembering what today is. Pete is asleep next to me. His chestnut hair falls across his forehead. Reluctantly, my body rises from our bed and I slip into a hot shower. I'm rinsing the soap out of my eyes when I hear the shower curtain rings sliding and suddenly Pete's hands are on my hips.

"Morning," I smile, eyes still closed.

I feel him press into my bottom. He leaves a trail of lingering kisses from my shoulder to my neck and up to my ear. I fight the urge to give in to his advances and he turns me around, covering my mouth with his. I let his tongue into my mouth and end our morning breathy kiss abruptly.

"Pete..."

"Is it my breath? Let me brush..." he says and steps out of the shower.

I finish quickly and hop out, wrapping a towel around myself.

"Hey, hey. Where are you headed in such a hurry?" he pulls at my towel.

"Pete, I don't have time for this. I'm nervous as it is and being late will only make matters worse," I snap and push past him.

I flip the light on in the closet and retrieve my smart new first-day-on-the-job outfit. Today I start my first real job in the real world. I'll be answering to a woman called Vivien Jones at the Chicago office of an international marketing firm. Pete's best friend from college works there and put in a good word for me. I slip on the black Christian Louboutons that Pete bought me for my birthday a few weeks ago and glance at myself in the mirror.

Pete's voice comes from behind me, "Evey? Evey Green? Is that you?"

I blush at him in the mirror and smile, loosening up for the first time this morning. He wraps his arms around the waist of my grey dress and pulls me against him. "I know that you don't want to be late, but just know that I will be peeling you out of this later this evening,"

"Yes, please," I giggle and turn to kiss him. He pats my butt as I walk out the door, "Go get 'em!"

I blow him a kiss as the elevator doors close. Walking out onto the busy sidewalk, I glance down the street and remember one of the best parts about this job: my new building is one block from where I live on Michigan Avenue. Making my way through the revolving glass door, I enter the pristine lobby. My shoes click melodically along the marble floor. I peek down only for a moment and I can see the red soles of my shoes in the reflection of the marble and I am giddy. I approach the gentleman at the desk. He looks like he is in his twenties. His hair is combed in a perfectly 60s businessman way and suit is crisp and pressed.

I smile a bright smile at him and show him my temporary badge. He nods at me and waves me through with a polite "Good morning, Miss Green."

An escalator takes me up to the second floor where I board a golden elevator. A tall, handsome man in a dark suit smiles at me, "What floor?"

"Sixteenth, please," I blush up at him. We ride in silence and when I step out he winks at me. Blushing again, I approach the desk where our receptionist sits. She stands when she sees me coming and smoothes her skirt before extending a perfectly manicured hand to me. "Miss Green, good morning. Please come this way," she says and walks ahead of me, holding open a very tall frosted glass door. We walk past a series of desks and offices before reaching a large office overlooking parts of Millennium Park and Lake Michigan. Behind the desk in the sterile office sits a woman who looks about ten years my senior. When she sees me, she stands up from her desk and smiles a tight smile. Her blouse hugs her tightly, revealing an athletic but very womanly figure. Her blonde hair is slicked back into a perfect bun and her eyes sparkle blue against the background of the lake.

"Miss Green, Vivien Jones," she extends her hand. "Evey, please," I shake her hand firmly and she smirks. "Evey," she gestures to one of the leather chairs in front of her desk, "Please, tell me a little bit about yourself."

"Well, I graduated from Columbia College not too long ago. I am originally from Chicago. I've lived here all my life..." my voice fades as I run out of things to say and I begin to fidget.

She raises her perfectly arched eyebrows, "And?"

My voice is quiet, "And, what?"

She reaches forward on her desk, "Tell me something interesting. Say, for instance, where you got those fabulous shoes."

I smile and look at my feet, "Oh, my boyfriend bought them for me. A birthday gift."

"What a lovely gift. Well, let me tell you a little about me. I got my degree from UIC and started the same job you're starting ten years ago. This company likes to promote from within. My last three assistants were promoted within a year and are all still with the company. We hope that you'll be with us for a while, Evey. You've had an impressive academic career."

My fidgeting stops and I touch my warm cheeks. Why is this woman making me so nervous? "Thank you, Miss Jones," I smile.

"Evey, please call me Vivien. You and I will be working very closely and I don't like to be too formal. First names. Now, I have some paper work for you to look over. Afterwards we'll get you set up with a laptop, email, and company credit card. Then perhaps you and I can get some lunch." Vivien walks over to a sleek stainless steel filing cabinet and retrieves and envelope.

I sign my name for what feels like the thousandth time and look at the clock. How is it already 11:30? I look at Vivien who is going over the papers I've signed. She really is quite attractive. I had always imagined having a male boss at a big downtown job. A knock at the door startles me. The receptionist is carrying a large box. She sets it down in front of me.

"Evey, are you familiar with Macs? Because that one is yours. Name her, learn her, she will be your best friend for the duration of your time here."

I run my fingers along the case and open it. I power it up and Vivien leans over my shoulder to instruct me on company email set up. She smells divine. Crisp, clean, and a little bit floral. He breasts brush my shoulder lightly and I flush, not hearing a word she's saying for a few moments.

We work through lunch and before we know it the clock says it is 5pm.

"Oh, dear. Where has the day gone? You must be famished. Can I buy you dinner? A first day celebratory meal," Vivien smiles a sweet smile I haven't seen yet. I shoot Pete a quick text and tuck my phone back into my purse.

Vivien takes me to a lovely restaurant and we sit at a table that faces the lake. My favorite. Three drinks and two appetizers in, Vivien is grilling me about Pete. "So why aren't you two married? Four years is a long time," she stabs at the olive in her martini with a toothpick and pops it into her mouth, sucking the end of the toothpick with her full pink lips.

I shrug and sip the martini Vivien ordered for me. "What about you? I don't see a ring on your finger," I say with more bravery than I'd had all day.

"I was married. Life is always changing, Evey. My tastes changed over the years and so I moved on," she finishes her drink, "Anyway, Pete just must be some kind of fool to leave a girl like you unmarried for the rest of us to snap up," she winks at me. My head buzzes for a moment. Realizing what she's just said, I wonder if she's making a pass at me.

No. Not possible. It's the vodka talking.

I look at my phone and it's almost 10. Pete has sent four texts to the tune of "Where are you?"

"I'm sorry, Vivien, I didn't realize that it had gotten so late. I have to get home," I say, collecting my purse from the chair next to me.

Vivien puts a hand on my arm and frowns, "Oh, no! I'm sorry I've kept you so late. Let me get you a cab home."

We stumble out of the restaurant into the cool summer evening. Vivien holds her liquor well. I fight my cloudy thoughts and heavy eyelids while she hails a cab. When we pull up outside of my building, she reaches over and puts her hand on my knee. "Thank you so much for your help today. I think we'll make a great team."

My entire lower body warms at her touch. I mumble some version of "See you tomorrow" and climb out of the cab.

When I walk in the door I am greeted by a large vase on our kitchen table. A bouquet of lilies - my favorite - hangs over the rim. Two glasses of champagne sit next to the flowers. Pete is nowhere to be found. I walk down the hallway and find him asleep on the sofa. A pang of guilt hits me and I walk over, covering him with a blanket. His eyes flutter open and he smiles at me.

"Hey," he says sleepily.

"Hi. I'm sorry I'm so late. My boss wanted to go out for a drink and it turned into three drinks and some food..."

"I suspect he was a perfect gentleman?" he sits up.

"She had the purest of intentions," I say, not knowing whether or not that's true. Pete pulls me into his lap and kisses me deeply. The warmth I felt when Vivien touched my knee returns and in one swift move Pete is on top of me. He moves quickly, working my dress up over my hips. "God, I want you. This dress. These shoes," his voice is raspy. I can feel his erection against my panties and with one graceful motion he moves the fabric aside and he is inside me. My body lurches forward, responding to him.

Vivien pops into my head and I close my eyes. I remember how good she smelled. Pete moans into my shoulder and he fists his hands in my hair as he empties into me.

Just as I hit send on my work email, Vivien storms into the office. "Evey!" she shouts and I startle. "Evey, it's been nearly three weeks, so I'm not mad, but this kind of thing can't happen in the future."

I furrow my brow, confused. She holds out two papers, both emails I've sent. "You've mixed up the recipients, Evey. They are less than pleased."

I put a hand to my face, "Vivien, I am so sorry. I don't know how I let that happen. You have so many clients and I'm just trying to get accustomed."

Her face softens. "It's okay. I'm sorry that I shouted. Please be sure to take more care going forward."

I step out of the office and into the bathroom just outside of Vivien's office. The tile floor is a mosaic of Lake Michigan and the walls are a muted green. The lighting is soft and when I look at my reflection in the mirror I look tired. My brown hair looks drab. I fish my lip gloss from my picket and apply a bit before pulling my hair up into a low pony. There. That's better.

When I walk back into the office, Vivien is on the phone. She smiles and me and for the first time today I notice how low her blouse goes. My goodness, she's got nice breasts. I check my phone and there's a text from Pete. "Publisher in NY wants to meet today. Flying out at 2. Lunch?"

I approach Vivien's desk and she smiles up at me. "Pete just texted me that he has to meet with a publisher today. Would it be alright if I stepped out for lunch now?"

"Lunch with Pete? May I join you? I would love to meet him," she picks her purse up and grabs her sunglasses before I can make up an excuse and we are out the door.

Vivien opens the door for me when we enter the restaurant and Pete is sitting at a table near the windows. He looks effortlessly handsome, as always.

"Pete, this is Vivien. My boss. Vivien, my boyfriend, Pete," I am obviously nervous with no idea why.

"So you're the four-year boyfriend," she smirks and extends a hand.

Oh, that's why. My face heats and I am shocked at her audacity.

"I'm sorry?" he raises and eyebrow.

"Pete has been so busy with publishers over the last couple of years..." I mumble, trying to make an excuse for our lack of engagement.

"Well, I'm sure you know you're a lucky man," Vivien smirks again. "Publisher. So you're a writer then?"

"So to speak, yes," Pete laughs at himself. "I've written a series of children's books. "Penny Pepper"?"

"Ah, yes. My niece enjoys Penny Pepper," Vivien sips her water, unimpressed.

Vivien picks up her phone, "Bad news, Evey. We've got to get back to the office ASAP. A client needs me on a conference call in 10."

I look at Pete and he shrugs at me. I kiss Pete goodbye and out of the corner of my eye I see Vivien roll her eyes.

Just after 5pm, Vivien has been out of the office for two hours. I rub my eyes and walk over by the window. I imagine myself on one of the sailboats, slicing gracefully through the clear blue water while the evening sun dances across my face. Vivien comes in and smiles at me.

"Would you mind staying a little late with me? I have two days worth of work here," she shakes a stack of papers.

"Of course I'll stay."

Vivien walks over to an intricately detailed liquor cabinet. Why haven't I noticed it before? She pulls out a couple of glasses and a bottle full of brown liquid.

"Bourbon?" she holds up the bottle.

I don't drink bourbon. "Sure" I smile meekly.

I take a sip from the glass and fight a sour face while the warm liquid burns down my throat and into my stomach. Remembering that I hardly touched my lunch, I feel the bourbon a little quicker than I might've had I eaten.

I save the last of the files to our shared folder and finish the last sip of my bourbon. Vivien sits at her desk with her head in her hands. She starts to rub her neck and notices that I'm watching her.

"Can I make a strange request? Would you try to work this knot out of my shoulder? I was supposed to have a massage this evening but work got in the way."

I don't know if it's the bourbon or the face that it's suddenly dark outside, but I stand up from my desk and walk over behind Vivien's chair. I place a hand on her bare shoulder. Her skin is soft under my fingers. I can smell her. Fresh. Clean. The familiar warmth in my lower body returns when I hear her moan.

"Mmm, Evey. That's lovely. You have skilled hands."

The warmth intensifies and I feel like my knees could buckle. She reaches up with one hand and pulls a single pin from her hair releasing soft curls that fall around her shoulders. I move the hair out of the way and continue rubbing.

Vivien moans again. This time she moans my name. It's velvety and deep and I can't believe it when moisture forms between my thighs.

Vivien stands up and gestures to her chair. "Your turn."

I can feel the redness in my cheeks and begin to protest but Vivien puts her hands on my shoulders and moves me into her chair. Her hands are strong on my shoulders and the warmth is now tingling. I'm wet and my incredibly attractive boss is the reason.

I allow my eyes to close and I feel her breath on my neck. Her lips are so close to my skin and I begin to feel overwhelmed. I stand in a hurry and collect my purse before nearly tripping over my chair. I wish Vivien a good night and leave before she can say a word.

Friday morning arrives and Vivien is far more casual than I've seen her. Her hair hangs loosely around her shoulders and she's wearing a brightly colored floral dress that bounces with every step she takes.

"Happy Friday!" she says brightly and puts a latte on my desk.

"Thanks!" I giggle at her cheery demeanor. My fears of an awkward day are gone and it's business as usual.

"How about we cut outta here early today, hm? I wanna hit the beach!" she beams at me from her desk.

"Well, actually, I have plans with my girlfriends later..."

"Evey, your boss wants to hang out with you at the beach. I sign your paychecks!" she laughs and then almost looks desperate.

"Okay, Vivien, let's go to the beach," I smile back at her.

We work until about 2pm and she announces that we are done for the week. I invite Vivien back to my place to change into our suits. I look out the window at the lake and see some disheartening clouds moving in.

"Vivien, the beach might not happen today. Storm clouds are moving in quick."

She opens the bathroom door, and there she stands, topless in only her bikini bottom. I cover my eyes but have the memory of her perfectly round breasts ingrained in my memory. They are as big as they looked under her blouses.

In the kitchen, I'm pouring tea into a couple of mugs when Vivien walks in wearing my bathrobe.

"Tea?" she smirks at me and then goes for the liquor cabinet. "Wow, you guys have the good shit," she pulls out several bottles and sets them on top of the cabinet.

"That's all Pete's. I don't really drink."

She mixes us some very strong drinks and we sit down in the living room. I turn on music for background noise and we talk for a while. The storm picks up and lightning flashes across the sky over and over.

Vivien scoots closer to me and pretends to be scared. The moisture between my legs returns. I'm fairly certain it's the booze talking and I say, "You have really nice tits,"

Vivien sits up and looks at me, surprised. "Well, I didn't think you even saw them, you covered your eyes so quickly."

"You ARE my boss. I was just trying to be respectful." I blush.

She leans in, "Wanna know a secret?"

I nod.

"They're fake," she winks and drops the robe. "Feel them,"

"I can't," I shake my head.

"Sure you can," she grabs my hands and places them over her hard nipples. Using her hands on top of mine, she rubs and massages her own breasts. "Nice, right?"

I nod and swallow hard. I'm sitting on my couch feeling my boss's amazing tits.

Her eyes soften and she doesn't take her gaze off of mine. "Now, I get to see yours," she yanks the straps of my dress off my shoulders and my breasts fall free. They aren't as big as hers, not by a long shot, but they're real.

She reaches up and pinches my nipples. I jerk back in shock and my mouth drops open. She reaches again, "Don't be so prude," she laughs and grabs my breasts hard. She lifts herself off the couch and straddles me. My mind is spinning and I can't wrap my brain around what is happening.

She looks at me and without a word attaches her mouth to my left nipple. I'm frozen. I watch her work her tongue around the hard tip and suck it deep. My thighs are on fire and a moan escapes my throat.

"Vivien..." my protest comes out much deeper than I mean it to.

She sucks hard and then looks up at me, "What's wrong?" she licks lightly at both nipples.

"This. This is wrong. So wrong."

Shaking her head she brings her lips close to mine. "I'm going to ask you a yes or no question. Did it feel good when I licked you just now?"

I'm frozen again.

She grabs my jaw with her free hand, "Yes... or no?"

I nod, unable to believe that I've just given this woman - my boss - permission to continue this absurd behavior.

Her lips return to my hard nipples and she takes them, one by one, between her teeth. I savor the painful yet blissful sensation and then her mouth is on mine. Our tongues mix in a boozy dance. Her free hand moves between my legs and she looks at me, surprised, when she feels how wet I am.

"You do like it!" she laughs.

"Vivien, I like it. I love it! But this can't happen!"

"Why?" she asks, rubbing a finger ever so gently over my panties.

"You're my boss."

"Okay, so I'm your boss. How would you like a big, fat raise?" she smiles a devilish smile and drops to the floor. She puts a hand behind each of my knees and pulls me to the edge of the couch cushion.

I sit, unable to move, and she pulls hard on my panties. She leaves them halfway down my legs and touches my clit. She swirls her finger around it and dips into the wetness that's practically leaking from me. She brings her finger to her lips and licks it slowly.

"Mmm, you taste as good as I thought you would,"

My mouth is open and my face is on fire. She inserts a finger in my dripping slit, "Have you ever been with a woman, Evey?"

I shake my head, because in this moment that is literally all I can do.

"Let's see how many fingers you can take," she slips another finger in and I cry out. "Yeah..." she purrs. She slides a third finger in and strokes me g-spot. I eyes widen and I moan loudly. "Does Pete ever hit your g-spot?" she spits on my clit and I shake my head, gripping the couch cushion with both hands.

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She sat in her chair and thought about all those years that had passed by. She was 42 years old and it seemed like yesterday when she left her home after her marriage. She belonged to a Pashtun family. Her family had inherited quite a fortune and some land, enough for them to lead a comfortable life. She was a thoughtful child who liked to keep things to herself but very confident and sure of herself nonetheless. She had an older sister and two younger brothers. The region she lived in is one of the most conservative in Pakistan. The women were required to hide their faces whenever they went out and there was a strict segregation of the two sexes. This naturally led to an inclination to homosexuality in both men and women. In these parts of Pakistan and Afghanistan homosexuality is common although people prefer not to talk about it.

Her father didn't think much of her two daughters but had high expectations of his two sons. He did send his two daughters to school although only when his wife tried to persuade him for months. Female education is still frowned upon in this region. She still considers it the best day of her life when her mother came and hugged both the daughters, held their faces in her hands , kissed their cheeks and with a big smile on her face told them, Sameena, Shazia, your father has agreed to send you two to school.

Sameena wasn't interested in school, so she dropped out after the primary but Shazia was smart and intelligent and had big ambitions, she continued and passed her higher secondary in flying colors when she was 16. She wanted to study further but her father didn't allow her. That broke her heart and she spent the next two years being bitter and frustrated.

In those two tears after school her body went through remarkable changed. She transformed into a tall, slender woman. She developed the most perfect shaped breasts and an equally attractive ass. She had a beautiful, adorable ass a mellifluous voice and big eyes full of innocence of a small village girl with big dreams. The older women used to come together in the afternoons after a day of homely chores and would sit together and discuss their problems and people and their sex lives. That's where Shazia first learned about sex. But that was not all she discovered that some women including her older sister Sameena engaged in sexual activities with other women. But she didn't feel drawn towards other women. All she could think of was to escape this village that was too small for her big dreams.

Things had gotten worse after the Taliban took over the region. Her family got worried when Taliban commanders started asking the villagers to give their daughters in marriage to the Taliban soldiers. They termed it a service to the great religion of Islam as these women would also be taking part in Jihad by catering to the sexual needs of the soldiers of Islam and bearing their children. Sameena had gotten married by that time and Shazia's parents were desperate to find a suitable match for Shazia. So it was a day of great relief when the richest family in the village sent a proposal for Shazia. Shahzeb Khan was a brilliant young man who had just completed his bachelor's degree in Engineering. He was tall and handsome and had broad shoulders. Shazia couldn't believe her luck. More than anything else she was relieved that soon she'll be leaving the village to go live in a city far from the suffocating hold of the Taliban.

She had mixed expectations of the married life. The strict segregation of the two sexes among the Pashtun people meant that the bride and groom had never seen each other before. Naturally she had confusing feelings about the whole married life. Her mother and other older women had prepared her for the first night of her marriage and the inevitable sexual relations or so they thought. She was told not to give in easily and resist every effort at being stripped off her clothes. However, she was told once the clothes are (forcibly) removed, she should stop resisting and not to look at her husband or in her eyes and to let him do whatever he wanted to do. So it obviously was a big surprise when her husband came to their room on that night and talked to her in a soft voice without laying a finger on her. The other day when she told her friends what had transpired the night before they burst out laughing secretly envying her. Someone even called her husband a wuss. Other kept on asking her if he had shown her his cock.

The week went by, where her husband would enter the room each night asking her how her day was and she should we reply in as a few words as she could. A week of marriage and no sex, not even a single kiss.

Next week Shahzeb took his new bride and moved to Islamabad. He had landed a job in a start-up and was quite enthusiastic about it. The conversations between the couple remained minimal. After the first month Shazia felt home-sick because she had practically no one to talk to. Shahzeb noticed that as well and decided to talk to her. One day when he came back home, he asked Shazia why doesn't she resume her studies. The suggestion surprised Shazia since she thought she would not be allowed even to go out of home alone, let alone going to a college daily. She didn't take much time to say yes to the suggestion.

A couple of weeks later she started her college studies. The city was different than her village, but that wasn't a surprise. What surprised Shazia was the extremely open environment of the college. It was a co-educational institute and there were as many boys in her class as girls. Since she had a missed 3 or four years after her higher secondary, she felt a little out of place as well, the fact that she was married also proved a little difficult. She was a confident woman but those kids in college made her feel a little insecure.

One day when she returned from college Shahzeb was already at home. He welcomed her and then pleasantly surprised her by giving her a cup of tea. He asked about the college and she who had been holding back for such a long time started crying. She told him she felt a misfit and all her classmates were mere kids. He came near her and for the first time after their marriage wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. She got so overwhelmed by the feelings that she held him tight and kept on sobbing. They stayed like that for almost half an hour. She experienced a mix of feelings. She felt happy, she felt aroused and she felt curious. The touch of a man for the first time in her life had made her wet between her legs. She felt embarrassed. That night another "first time" happened to her; Shahzeb came and lied down with her in their bed. She felt her heart would burst with happiness.

The next day was a Sunday, Shahzeb told her they would go out. He took her to the beautiful Margalla hills. After they ate their lunch he took her for a walk in the lush green hills. He held her hand and said " Shazia, I have to tell you something very important. It is very important you listen to me and before you decide anything at least try and understand me. Before I tell you anything let me assure you that I love you from the bottom of my heart and I have utmost respect for you." His initial sentences made her feel uncomfortable but his mention of his love for her raised her to the seventh heaven. She felt happy and a tear rolled down her eye. Shahzeb suddenly stopped and faced her and said, " why do you think we are not having sex?" This sudden mention of sex made Shazia blush but at the same time she felt her curiosity arise. She looked at him questioningly with mixed expressions. Shahzeb stayed silent for a while, cleared his throat and said, "I have a problem!." Shazia's heart skipped a beat. In a microsecond she reached the conclusion. Shahzeb is impotent. She felt her heart beating in her head. She stared at him blankly and then she suddenly asked in an alarming tone ,"why did you marry me when you knew you were impotent?" An amused expression came on Shahzeb's face and he smiled his brightest smile, his perfect teeth shining. "No, no, I am not impotent", he said. That confused Shazia even more. He sensed her confusion and said, "I'll explain the situation to you, there's someone I would like you to meet". Shazia's heart sank. She thought she is going to be one of those thousands of women who have to compromise with the infidelity of their husband. There was nothing she could do. She quickly gained her composure, raised her head, looked at home confidently and started walking beside her.

After a couple of hours Shahzeb dropped Shazia at home and promised he'll come back within an hour. He honked the horn after 45 minutes and she went out to open the gate. When the car entered she saw another man sitting with Shahzeb and she ran back to home. No other man was supposed to see her face. She cursed Shahzeb. Shahzeb asked his friend to sit in the guest room and called Shazia by her name. He went to the kitchen trying to find where she was. She was in the kitchen. Shazia, he said ,"I want you to meet someone". Who do you want me to meet? She asked. "My friend sitting in the guest room" he replied. Come on, he said. This is not village. Here you can meet and talk to other men and like I said I wanted to explain everything to you.

She went to meet his friend, Azam Bhatti. That night she found out that her husband is gay and Azam Bhatti is his lover and Shahzeb married her because his family forced him to, it was painful to hear but strangely, she didn't ask for divorce. Over the course of the next few months she became close friends with the gay couple. Sometimes all three of them would watch TV in her bed and even sleep there. She saw them fucking many times. Azam Bhatti had enormous balls and a huge cock. Her husband on the other hand had an average penis. Her husband had a smaller dick but he compensated for that by being, in Azam Bhattis' words "the best cock-sucker" in the world. Shahzeb's capacity to take the long thick dick of Azam's up his ass always fascinated Shazia. She would stare at them sometimes fucking each other. But she enjoyed it the most when her husband was at the receiving end. The men also taught her how to suck cock. She would sometimes suck both of them off, they never tried to fuck her though and she couldn't bring herself to ask them. . Both the men were extremely well built and good looking and she would wonder sometimes which one of them she loves the most. Such a waste, she would think sometimes.

Her first sexual intercourse was with her history Professor. He was in his fifties, knew his subject and had a great sense of humor. The Professor fucked her during her 3rd year in the University. The sex was always unsatisfying as the professor always seemed to be in hurry. He would take her to his home, shove his flaccid penis in her mouth mount her after five minutes and would immediately return to University. The sex was bad but he would make her laugh sometimes. It also helped her grades. By the end of her last year in university she longed for a emotional satisfying, healthy sexual relationship and she started thinking of finally divorcing Shahzeb after she completed her education.

A couple of months before her graduation Shahzeb landed a job in a U.S. company. She decided against the divorce and flew to United States immediately after submitting her last paper.

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Two Sexy neighbors erotica story

Two sexy neighbors erotica story

The weird thing was I'd never taken the slightest bit of notice of my neighbors. For one thing, it was a shared house so there were probably people coming and going all the time. And for another thing, I didn't have time. Working all day, coming home knackered -- I wasn't about to pop round with homemade jam and try to make friends.

It was only when I was at home with my baby, my beautiful son Connor, that I actually had time to look out of the window and see what the neighbors were up to.

Even then, I probably wouldn't have paid the slightest bit of attention had it not been for a particularly difficult morning.

I'd argued with James just before he'd left for work and then Connor had been a nightmare to settle. I'd finally managed it and had sneaked next door into our own bedroom, intending to grab some washing to put into the machine.

I walked idly over to the window and leaned my head against the frame, closing my eyes for a moment.

This stay-at-home mum business was bloody hard work. I actually wished I could be back at work, with an ordered to do list and people to delegate to. I felt tears prick at my eyeballs and then immediately became angry at myself. It was just looking after a baby for God's sake, I told myself furiously. Women had done it for centuries -- my own mother had stayed at home with three kids.

I opened my eyes and looked blankly at the view, my thoughts still churning. The bedroom overlooked the back of our Victorian terraced house. I could see the side passage running alongside the fence that separated our garden from the neighbors'. On their side, I could see their matching side passage and the window to what was probably their kitchen.

I looked at the mass of broken plastic chairs in their garden, different from our own al fresco dining table and realized I'd never really looked out of the bedroom window before. There had never been any time. The only time I was in this room I was either rushing to leave it in the morning or collapsing into the bed late at night.

As I looked out of the window, I saw a movement in the kitchen. From my vantage point, I could see about half of a kitchen table and the work surface running underneath the window.

There was a dark-haired girl in the kitchen, sitting at the table eating toast. It was half eleven in the morning and I wondered whether she had a job that meant working odd hours.

She was dressed very glamorously for eating toast. She was wearing a well-fitting, 1950s-style tea dress that was red with a white polka dot pattern and bright red lipstick. I instinctively glanced down at my own clothes -- faded, baggy jeans and a woolly jumper with holes at the elbows.

She must have time on her hands, I thought enviously. She seemed to be enjoying her toast as well. She was taking large bites into the bread and licking the butter from her red lips with obvious relish.

I suddenly realized that if she looked up, she would be able to see me. I stood back from the window and was brought back to the reality of my own life. I didn't have time to spy on the neighbors -- there was washing to do.

I spent my afternoon doing household chores and then took Connor to the swings. I put him down for a nap when I got back and then contemplated the stack of unopened post that I had to deal with. I grabbed the pile and took it upstairs with me. I might as well lie comfortably on the bed whilst reading the bills, I thought. And I would be close by to Connor if he woke.

I settled myself on the bed and worked through the mortgage statements and credit card bills. My attention began to wonder and I sat up and pulled back the net curtain to look out of the window.

I don't know if I was even thinking about the girl in the polka dot dress or not. I just wanted to break to monotony of the day. I was completely unprepared for the sight before me.

The girl was bent over the kitchen table, her red polka dot dress bunched up around her waist, exposing her white bottom. There was a man fucking her from behind. I couldn't see anything of him except his hips and arise, moving rhythmically back and forth as he gripped her hips.

I gaped in amazement, the stack of bills completely forgotten. My first thought was 'but it's the middle of the afternoon!' as if it was absurd that anyone could possibly be having sex at such a time.

I was about to draw back from the window when the girl raised her head from the table. She looked back over her shoulder at her partner, her dark hair slightly tousled but her bright red lipstick still perfectly in place.

She didn't look as if she was enjoying the sex -- in fact she looked positively pissed off. She began saying something to the man, her thin brows drawn together in a frown. The man stopped his thrusting.

She was actually having a go at him, right in the middle of it all! I watched her face spit out angry words to the man and I felt a distinct twinge in my loins. She turned her face back to the table and the bloke resumed his thrusting, but at a slower and more measured pace.

I dropped the curtain and sat back against the pillows, completely flabbergasted. I couldn't take it in -- it all seemed so incongruous in our quiet, middle class street, in the middle of a sleepy weekday afternoon.

I could feel the wetness in my knickers and thought about how long it had been since I had last felt aroused. Me and James still did it occasionally but it was mainly for his benefit -- to give him a quick release when he had a hard on. We hadn't properly had sex for almost eight months now. And we had certainly never done it like that on the kitchen table.

But it wasn't the kitchen table that had turned me on. It was the way the girl had ordered her lover about. I smiled to myself, pleased to have something else to think about that wasn't housework or Connor-related.

As if on cue, Connor woke up and began to cry.

For the next few days, I was kept busy with play dates and the never ending washing, ironing and cooking that had to be done. But I kept returning to the image in my mind -- the girl with a cock inside her, imperiously commanding her lover with a raised eyebrow. Summoning that image into my mind made me instantly wet.

I peeped out of the window at least twenty times a day but didn't see anything. In the mornings I would glimpse the other housemates in the kitchen, making tea, eating breakfast but I didn't spot polka dot dress girl.

I didn't dare look in the evenings for fear that James would catch me at it and accuse me of being a voyeur. Though if had been him who'd seen the girl on the kitchen table he would have been at the window with a pair of binoculars day and night.

It was another quiet weekday afternoon. I had put Connor down for his usual nap and felt a strange sense of déjà vu as I walked into our bedroom. I told myself I was going to do some dusting, despite having never dusted anything in my life.

It just a one off, I told myself, as my hand reached to twitch back the curtain. It's not as if she only ever has sex on the kitchen table. I looked down.

She had a different dress on. This one was dark green and contrasted pleasingly with her dark hair and pale skin. The red lipstick was still in place.

She was on the kitchen table again, but sitting on it this time with her legs open. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back, her mouth open. My eyes moved down and I saw a head bobbing between her legs. The long blonde hair and slender shoulders told me it was definitely a female head.

My mouth dropped open. She clearly swung both ways, though she looked like she was enjoying this more than last week's rearing. Her hand moved to the other woman's head and she tangled her fingers in the woman's hair.

Her nails were painted the same shade of bright red as her lips and there was something about the sight of those red nails in that blonde hair that sent shivers of pleasure through me.

My neighbor pushed the blonde's head further into her crotch and the girl reached her arms up to clasp my neighbor's exposed, white thighs.

My neighbor was close to coming. I could see from the way her mouth was moving that she must be crying out and her hips started to buck, pushing her crotch roughly against the other woman's face.

My pants were soaked through and I reached down and pressed the palm of my hand against the crotch of my jeans. I closed my eyes for a moment as a wave of anguished pleasure flowed through me.

I opened my eyes and met the gaze of my neighbor. She was mid-orgasm, the muscles of her throat tensing as she screamed, her face flushed and her hand pushing the blonde head against her cunt as she shuddered and bucked.

But her eyes were open and fixed squarely on me.

I yelped and jumped back from the window, falling backwards onto the bed.

My heart was pounding and I felt my face burn with shame. She had seen me watching her. My neighbor had seen me spying on her having sex. There was no way I could pretend that I'd accidentally caught a glimpse. She would've seen me standing there with my eyes closed for God's sake!

I sat up on the bed and put my head in my hands. God, what an idiot! She was probably calling the police right now, to report the peeping Tom next door.

Ridiculously, I started going through my defense in my head. Well, she was doing it on the kitchen table officer, in full view of my bedroom window. I wasn't peeving officer, two women doing it certainly doesn't turn me on --

My thoughts ground to a halt. Two women doing it had never turned me on before. I had tried watching lesbian porn with James once, on a kinky night in, but it had done nothing for me. In fact the sight of two bleached blonde girls with fake boobs fingering each other had me feel slightly nauseous.

So why had the sight of my neighbor being eaten out by another woman made me so wet? It was something to do with her -- the way she was so totally in control and commanding. She could have any man or woman she wanted and they would do exactly what she said, becoming mere tools for her pleasure. My pussy stirred at the thought.

My mobile rang suddenly, making me jump. It was James, asking if I could meet him from work with Connor so we could go to the park together. I made the arrangements with him mechanically and threw a guilty glance at the window.

I spent the next few days on tenterhooks. Every time the doorbell rang I jumped out of my skin, expecting either the police or my neighbor herself. But then imagining her standing on the doorstep, hands on hips, glaring at me made my nipples tingle with desire and so I see-sawed between dread and arousal.

I began to pay more attention to comings and goings next door. They were all unremarkable. The same girl left for work at the same time each day and there was a young man who left soon after her. The girl wasn't blonde and the boy looked too skinny to have been the owner of the kitchen table cock. I saw the boy put the bins out on bin day. I caught a glimpse of the girl in the garden, making a half-hearted effort to sweep up leaves. I never saw the polka dot dress girl.

When a week passed without either my neighbor or the police showing up on the doorstep and I began to relax. Maybe she was as embarrassed as I was, I thought.

But I didn't really believe that -- after all, she hadn't jumped off the kitchen table when she realized someone was watching her.

It didn't take long before I was back to checking the window again. It was almost a routine -- put Connor down for his afternoon nap, check window for signs of sexual activity. A week passed and nothing happened.

Perhaps she'd moved her sexual antics to somewhere private. I felt a twinge of disappointment but then immediately denied it.

I told myself I should stop checking. It was starting to obsess my thoughts to an unhealthy degree so I forced myself to take Connor out more often, going to cafés and even walking round a museum with him asleep in the pram.

I came back from one of the trips to the café at about four o'clock one Wednesday afternoon. Connor was fast asleep in his pram and I carried him gently up the stairs and laid him in his cot. It had been almost three days since I had last checked the window.

I stood on the threshold of the bedroom, telling myself I was being both ridiculous and perky. But then I thought of her face, flushed and taut as she came with her eyes fixed steadily on mine. I crossed to the window and moved the curtain.

She was not having any form of sex on the table. She was instead sitting at it with a cup of tea, reading a book.

I was taken aback, as if I'd almost forgotten what kitchen tables were for. She was wearing the red polka dot dress again and I smiled.

As if she could sense it, she raised her head from her book and looked at me. I felt a jolt pass through me and would've jumped back from the window immediately if she hadn't smiled back at me.

It was a knowing, amused smile. She closed her book and laid it flat. Then she stood up and seated herself elegantly on the edge of the table, directly facing where I stood.

I held my breath. What was she doing? Was she about to stick two fingers up at me?

Very slowly, she raised her skirt up her legs, revealing the creamy white flesh of her thighs. She lifted her skirt all the way up, revealing that she wasn't wearing any knickers. I gasped at the sight of her pussy, neatly trimmed into a curly black triangle. With her eyes still on me, she opened her legs, revealing pink, moist lips that made me think of a tulip.

My mouth dropped open. She smiled again, her red lips parting slightly. She reached up behind her back and unzipped her dress. The straps fell off her shoulders and her breasts tumbled free. She wasn't wearing a bra, which must have been deliberate because her breasts were large.

She took one of them in her hands, rubbing the white, firm mound and twisting the small red nipple between her fingers. Her red nails were vivid against the white breast and I instantly became wet.

She slowly reached her other hand between her legs and delicately parted her lips, revealing a further cave of glistening pink. I heard myself groan then and I put my hand inside my own pants, pressing my palm against my clit.

My neighbor tweaked her nipple fiercely as she slowly inserted her red nailed index finger inside herself. She lifted her hips slightly to accommodate it and then gently pushed her middle finger in alongside it.

Her mouth was open and I could almost hear her gasp at the fullness. My own nipples were aching and I moved my other hand to grab at my own breast through my shirt.

She began to move her fingers in and out of herself and I could see her slickness coating them as they drew back and pushed forward. She was rolling her nipple with her other hand and her head was tipped back, her mouth open in a perfect 'O' and her eyes still locked on mine.

I looked back at her as my own hand rubbed furiously at my clit whilst the other squeezed my breast.

She leaned back, taking her hand from her breast to brace herself, and raised her hips off the table.

She pumped her fingers wildly in and out of her dripping cunt.

I tore my eyes back to her flushed face and saw her eyebrows arch upwards as she neared orgasm. Her hips bucked sharply and her teeth gritted as she came, her whole body shuddering, her breasts trembling but her eyes never leaving my face.

"Fuck!" I gripped the curtain in my fist as my cunt exploded into white fire, searing up my entire body.

My eyes closed as my knees buckled and my hips bucked against the window sill. I let out a scream between gritted teeth as the orgasm rode over me, again and again.

I virtually collapsed against the window, holding on to the frame for support. I raised my eyes slowly.

My neighbor hadn't moved from her position, her legs still splayed wide open.

She smiled again as she met my eyes, a slow, languid smile with more than a hint of triumph in it.

I was breathing hard, blood pounding in my ears as the last throbs of orgasm passed through me.

She slowly moved her hand back between her legs and dipped her index finger into her wet vagina. Then she brought the finger to her lips and sucked it like a lollipop.

I moaned aloud and felt a new wave of moisture rush into my already sopping pants.

She removed her finger from her mouth and wagged it at me, as if telling off a naughty child. Then she jumped nimbly down from the table and moved to the window, giving me an even better view of her breasts with their still erect nipples.

She looked at me for a moment, long enough for me to finally register that her eyes were green. Then she flashed me a mischievous grin and moved her hand on something next to the window.

A blind dropped down immediately, obscuring her from my view and leaving me standing by my own window, with my hand still in my pants, gaping in disbelief and admiration.

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