A New Life Series - Starter Kit

by Samantha Jacobey

  Tori had entered the dwelling minutes before, finding Sharon and Brandon waiting for her at the dining room table. Realizing she still wore a broad smile, she quickly wiped it away at the sight of the couple. On the table in front of them sat a small, hand held Breathalyzer machine. Looking down guiltily, she felt extremely grateful the pair only spent the night dancing. “Well,” she scratched her chin tensely; “I guess you guys don't trust me after all.”

  “It's not about trust,” Sharon stood slowly; “It's about being sure.”

  She held out the small machine, and Tori placed the clear plastic tube in her mouth and blew. A few seconds later, the LED screen lit up 0.0, and she could see the look of relief on both of their faces. She smiled awkwardly, and asked if she could be excused. The couple laughed anxiously, as they sent her on up to her room.

  Sharon sat back down, and Tori realized they were waiting for Enrique. She knew he had not had a drink in the time she had been with him, and she only hoped he had abstained before that, as well.

  Climbing the stairs, she began to replay the nights events in her mind, surprised what a difference a couple of hours could make. She undressed and slipped into her night shorts and tee. Hearing footsteps in the hall, she opened her door to go to the bathroom as Enrique appeared on the stairs and turned onto the next level.

  He could see the relief on her face as she gazed up at him, and he quietly gave her a thumbs-up signal and a smile as he trudged along.

  Going on into her bathroom, Tori could feel her face flushed with excitement. Her smile quickly disappeared when she saw the spot of blood on the should-have-been pristine pad she placed there before work. Damn it. Her periods never had been right since the incident in Scottsville, Texas, when Eddie had given her an abortion with a clothes hanger five years before.

  Feeling a little deflated, Tori made her way back to her bedroom, and sank into the corner of her closet to sleep. Thinking about how Enrique had acted that morning, she recalled how his actions had frightened her. Terrified her, in fact, to the point she had gone to one of the worst places she had ever been in her life, and she had been in some pretty bad places, just to arm herself.

  In retrospect, she felt pretty foolish due to the loving way he had held her. Drifting off to sleep, she could still feel the warmth of his embrace and longed to be lying beside him, curled in his arms, rather than crouching in the dark corner like a coward. Oh well, at least now I have the equipment, and at some point it may still come in handy.

  Jumping up when the alarm went off, Tori threw on her running clothes and shoes quite hurriedly, and as she exited her chamber, had a peek up the stairs and about the landing to see if Enrique might be hanging about. Not seeing anything, she went on with her routine, trotting quietly down and out the back door.

  Running to the playground, Tori made it through twelve rounds of twelve with ease, and then turned back to the house in a full sprint. She could not wait to get back, hoping to catch a glimpse of Enrique before she left for work. But, as she climbed the veranda steps, the thought occurred to her they would have to be discreet, even if she did get to see him.

  Opening the door, she could see Bob sitting at the table, drinking his coffee as usual. Next to him sat her new obsession. Her heart rate doubled as she closed the door and heard his sultry voice bid her good morning.

  “Good morning,” she answered nice and loud, and with a quick wave she headed on up the stairs to shower and dress for the day. Putting on another of the thick pads, in case she wasn't finished, she opened the door to find Enrique leaning against the wall where he had held her trapped the morning before.

  Stepping back inside the bathroom, he darted in after her and shut the door behind himself. Instantly, they were caught up in an embrace, his hands running eagerly over her body. Tori found herself responding in kind, hoping she would be able to perform when the night came. After a few minutes of groping, he broke off their kiss to get down to business.

  “What time you gets off?” he whispered eagerly.

  “Uhh, four pm today. I’ll meet you at the bar as quick as I can.” Her eyes sparkled when her fingers caressed his hair line, and she tightened her grip on him as she enjoyed the rush.

  He smiled, kissing her nose, “Have a good day, baby.”

  Reluctantly releasing him, Tori exited the bathroom first to have a look around, and then motioned to him the coast was clear. He went up to the next level, while she went down to have breakfast. Leaving as soon as she finished her fruit, she walked along drinking her water and swaying her hair merrily. She could not ever remember feeling the joy that consumed her, not at any time in her life.

  A few hours later, Terry had an odd feeling about the girl as soon as he entered the store. He could see Tori talking to a couple of guys, showing them guitars over at the instrument counter, and grinning from ear to ear. He had never seen her act the way she was that day, and he stood for a while watching her as she sold each of them a custom job. The two men left the store, equally as happy, and Terry felt warm inside, thinking that his efforts to improve her self-esteem might be paying off.

  Going to the back, he collected the deposit, and then gave her a wave as he headed to the bank. Returning a short time later, he decided to have a little talk with her about her responsibilities. Telling Max to keep an eye on the front, he led her to the back, where they could speak in private.

  “I've been thinking,” he started out in a low voice, “That you might be ready to learn a bit more about running the store.” He waited for her reaction. She smiled, eagerly nodding her agreement, and they spent the rest of the afternoon going over invoices as he introduced her to the accounts payable, or AP, side of the bookkeeping.

  By 4:00 pm, Tori felt a wreck, ready to go and meet up with Enrique, the word boyfriend tickling the back of her mind. She had never had one, and the thought burned and excited her the closer the end of her shift came. Fondly, she recalled the previous night, “You and me,” he said. I’ve never been part of a ‘we’ before, and she liked the way it felt.

  Noticing the time, Terry closed up the notebook he kept the invoices in and told her jokingly, “Get out of here and don't come back until tomorrow.”

  Tori agreed she would not be back until 8:00 am to open the store, and headed out the double glass doors in great haste. Speed walking the few blocks to the tiny building, and stepping inside out of the afternoon sun, Tori anxiously folded her shades and slid them into her interior pocket to have a look around. Spotting Enrique, he sat at a table in the back watching her, and she rushed over to throw her arms around him.

  She had pounced on his lap, gripping him eagerly, and he slid his hand down, rubbing the crack of her rear end playfully. His hand lingered, and he could tell something had changed with the way she felt.

  Smiling deviously, she nodded and whispered, “Yup, all better,” leaning forward to nuzzle his neck.

  Immediately, Enrique flagged down the barkeep, asking if they could use his office for a bit. The older man waved them on, and Tori grasped Enrique's hand as he led her towards the rear of the small bar and into the office that stood in the back corner. The room seemed cramped for their first time, but it would have to do she guessed; at least they would get to be together.

  Stepping inside the small space, Enrique dropped his lips next to her ear and whispered, “You better holds on tight, baby girl. I'm gonna steal your heart tonight.”

  Tori laughed at how corny the line sounded, thinking to herself, it’s too late, baby - you already have.

  Love Thy Neighbor

  Tori could feel her heart thumping with excitement as they surveyed the small room. The office, in reality a cubicle barely large enough to house the single desk, chair, and bookcase that overfilled the tiny space, would be cramped for maneuvering. Switching on the small lamp that sat on the desk, she reached over and shut off the harsh overhead light. Turning her attention to her new lover, she allowed him to undress her, and returned his warm kisses eagerly.<
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  Sliding his hands over her soft skin, he lifted her shirt over her head, and then unlatched her bra with a single practiced movement, pulling it forward and allowing it to drop to the floor. She stood bathed in the soft glow of the tiny bulb, and he ran his right hand up her side, and then cupped her left breast so he could run his thumb across her scar.

  Bending over, he took the nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, and then nipping at it gently. Tori arched her back, pushing her chest out for easier access, causing her hair to hang down in a dark cascade of silk. He reached up grasping a small handful and tugging it playfully before releasing it as she looked at him hungrily.

  Pulling at the front of her jeans, he unbuttoned and unzipped them in a quick motion, and a gasp of pleasure escaped her. He slid his hands over her round rear end as he pushed them down, cupping her and pulling her hard against his swelling mound of flesh. Tori panted, as he continued to run his hands across her nakedness, freeing her legs and feet from her pants and boots.

  He had been with her before, but she had no recollection of the event, making him all new to her. Eager to please him, she wanted to remove his clothing, as he had stripped hers away. Beginning with his shirt, she lifted the garment up, and he raised his arms for her before she let it fall on top of hers.

  Tori noticed the pile of material covering the floor like a mat beneath their feet. Grasping the front of his pants, her excited fingers couldn't get the button to slide out of the hole, so he grabbed it with one hand and released it for her. Reaching, she worked his pants down a short way, and then plunged her hands inside, searching for his hardened treasure.

  Clutching him with her left hand, she could feel the fullness of him, and appreciated the size of him. Holding onto the waist of his pants on either side, she pulled down with both hands, and he sprang up in front of her face, hard as a rock.

  She slid her fingers around him firmly, and stroked him back and forth as she licked the salty ooze that had begun to leak from him. Running his hand through her hair, he rubbed the back of her head, encouraging her to take him, and she easily slid his full length into her mouth and down her throat, working him for several minutes while he groaned loudly.

  When his grasp on her head tightened, Tori removed him from her mouth, holding his shaft with her hand and squeezing him for a moment. She could feel him pulse within her grip. Looking up at him from her knees, there glinted a wild look in his eyes, and her warm female folds began to ache, moist with desire for him.

  Pushing him back, she stood, and he dropped onto the plain wooden chair behind him. Moving to straddle him, she took him inside of her wet chasm, and he grabbed her round butt cheeks, lifting her up and down as she slid on top of him. They worked that way for several minutes, the pounding motion becoming heavier as she moved above him.

  Working her body by lifting herself with her legs, she felt her insides growing tighter, anticipating her imminent release. While their bodies collided, she became aware that he fingered her other opening as she moved, pushing his digits deeper and harder inside of her. Reaching back, she could feel that he had two or three fingers inside of her.

  Realizing her awareness of his intentions excited him immeasurably. Sitting down on him firmly and holding still, she tried to force him to remove the offending digits, which he resisted momentarily with a devilish grin. Sliding them out, he grabbed her by her cheeks and lifted her completely off of himself, sliding her back down with a quick motion that positioned him squarely into the new orifice.

  Taken by surprise, Tori sat still on top of him, gasping for breath from his action.

  He slid his hands over her body, comforting her and encouraging her to relax. Nuzzling her face with his nose, he whispered, “Just breathe, baby… you know you want this,” and his hand slid up her tender ribs and caressed her breast.

  She did want to please him, and gave it her best to comply. She could feel her weight slowly forcing him deeper inside, stretching her further, the tinge of discomfort confusing her thoughts and emotions.

  Finally, after what seemed like several minutes, her breath returned, and he pulled her against him firmly, squeezing her tightly in his arms. He lifted her and allowed her to drop, slowly fucking her, his breathing coming in deep gasps as he suddenly plunged over the edge.

  His release stung her raw skin, and she sat on him while he deflated, allowing him to pet her and whisper to her in his low sticky voice. When she finally stood, she left streaks of blood on him, and his jaw tightened at the sight of it.

  Tori could tell he had not meant to hurt her, and she whispered to him, “See? That’s what the gel’s for.” It wasn't a move she would have chosen, but she wasn’t about to tell him so; her body belonged to him, and she would never deny him. Instead, she kissed him, sealing the pact between them before letting him go.

  Using his underwear, he cleaned himself and tossed them into the trash bin next to the desk. When he stood, their still naked flesh brushing against each other, he pulled her to him and squeezed her tight. His lips breathing against her ear, he whispered tenderly, “My God, baby, I love you.”

  She could feel him stroking the length of her spine, her nipples tickled by the hair on his chest as she let the words soak into her frazzled being. Looking into his deep brown orbs, she whispered in return, “Really?”

  Her eyes brimmed with tears, and he nodded with a smile, “Yeah, I told you, you’re my fantasy! I’m crazy about you.” He kissed her and caressed her cheek, laughing softly at her surprise. He felt pleased at how easy she had been to convince, like so many girls before her.

  The pair took their time getting dressed, enjoying one another's bodies for as long as they could. When both were finally decent, they exited the tiny room to be greeted by cheers from those who had known they had gone in, several jokingly tapping their watches and pointing out their marathon session.

  Seeing the lateness of the hour, Tori realized they had indeed taken a long time. However, she felt thoroughly pleased with the outcome, her heart basking in the bliss of his words.

  The pair moved to stand at the bar, and she could smell the liquor being dispensed. The odor reminded her of the first time she had tasted it, when shots were poured and placed in front of her, and she had been ordered to drink. She could feel her mouth wet with saliva, and she briefly battled with the urge to knock back a few. Feeling the sting inside of her where Enrique had been, she decided it worth the risk of getting caught, knowing it would dull the ache.

  Ordering a triple shot of vodka, she gave him a wink, and then downed it with ease. He stared at her in surprise, but she waved his question away with her hand, “That's enough; I only wanted a taste.”

  Moving into his arms, the couple spent the remaining two hours holding one another and swaying to the familiar tunes. Of course, she downed a few more triples before they left, and felt pretty good on the ride home, massaging his chest as they rode.

  Fortunately, no one was in the kitchen when they slipped inside, one at a time, and she made it to her room unnoticed. Stripping her boots and clothing, Tori sang one of the evening’s songs softly to herself. Her mind drifted over the night’s events, their nasty sex and the slow dancing that followed.

  A loud sigh escaped her as she finally made it into her corner, and she sat running her fingers lightly over her flesh, it still tingling from their activities. Drifting off to sleep, her thoughts still revolved around her latest drug, and she realized she had become completely lost in him.

  Up at 5:00 am as usual, Tori was slow on her run and only completed a few sets before heading back to the house. Her mind full, her body ached as she thought about the highlights of the evening before, longing to do them again.

  No one had ever said that they loved her, not even Henry, and the words had done something incredible to her. Even though physically exhausted, and her head clouded, her smile could not be wiped away as she fumbled through her routine.

  Tori struggled to make it through the day in h
er distracted state. She had not had so much as a glimpse of Enrique, which drove her mad. Nothing penetrated her fog, and she was oblivious that her condition would be evident to those around her.

  Terry wanted to teach her more about the books, but with her mind elsewhere, she kept making mistakes. He knew it wasn’t like her, and he pondered the cause. Choosing to say nothing, he ended the lesson early, “We can do this some other time.” Watching her fumble around for another half hour, he finally sent her on her way, laughing at the change in her behavior, and hoping it was only temporary.

  Headed for their usual spot, Tori hit the door of the pub eagerly. Once inside, she made her way past the pool table to the stools along the bar in the back, expecting to find him waiting for her. Unable to locate him in the hazy air, she felt a stab of disappointment in her chest before she remembered she had arrived early. Sitting and waiting semi-patiently, she decided to have a drink or two to loosen up a bit for their evening. She could feel the tingle in her lower lip by the time he arrived, and he made it all the way up to her before she noticed him.

  Stepping up behind, he slipped his arm around her waist and cooed, “Hello, neighbor.” She stared at him blankly, and he smiled, “You know, downstairs neighbor. Loves thy neighbor. Gets it?”

  She smiled back, shaking her head at his silliness, then stood to put her arms around him, and they rocked to the music for a while, holding one another close. Soon, their hands became restless, and they were eagerly taking each other in.

  Eventually, he motioned to the barkeep and pointed at the office. Getting a thumbs-up, he pushed her towards it, his jeans already tight from their heavy petting. Once they had the door shut, they put on the lamp for light and positioned the chair in the small space.

  Drunk, and much more eager to get to the good part, they each peeled their clothes off as if it were a race. With a tipsy giggle, she proclaimed she had won, but only by a pant leg.