by M. Robinson
“To find Oli. I’m hungry,” I called back.
I sprinted down the hall toward the girls’ locker room to drag Olivia’s ass out of there. I was going to starve to death soon.
“Olivia!” I called, banging on the door. “Olivia! What are you doing?”
Olivia opened the door wearing a towel.
“Geesh, Sebby. I had to take a shower and wash the chlorine out of my hair.”
“Oh, well. Okay, you about done?” I replied, tongue-tied all of a sudden. Her towel was small it barely covered her ass. My eyes wouldn’t stop wandering down her body. I knew what was under the towel and I wanted to see.
“Your girlfriend probably wouldn’t approve of the way you’re staring at me,” she accused.
“What do you mean?” I asked. When did she step towards me? Or did I step towards her? We were close. We were very close.
“How many more years do you think we’re going to live in denial, Sebby?” she asked. I could feel her words now.
“Denial?” I asked, just above a whisper, just before my lips met hers. God I loved kissing her, there was nothing even close to kissing Oli. I literally felt weak in the knees. It was intense. When I kissed Allie is was nothing comparable to when I kiss Oli. I knew why it didn’t feel like that, it was because my tongue belonged in Oli’s mouth.
Her tongue belonged entwined with mine. I felt the twinge in my jeans when she moaned in my mouth. Allie never had that effect on me either.
I nonchalantly moved away from Oli and to the side of the door, I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms when we heard the giddy girls approaching.
“What are you doing, Sebby. I thought we were all meeting for pizza. You’re starving, remember?” Julia reminded me.
“Yeah, we are. As soon as your slowpoke sister hurries up.” I said, teasingly looking at Oli who looked flushed.
“You leave my slowpoke sister alone. I’ll get her. You both look flushed. You guys feeling okay?” she asked, opening the door to the locker room.
“Yeah, just hungry,” I lied, walking away.
Fuck that was a close one.
We went to dinner and Julia left to go to the movies with Robert. Oli and I drove in silence until I parked outside her driveway. I know that she heard my cell phone getting texts the whole way home, I didn’t want to answer them in front of her. It felt wrong.
We sat there, neither of us saying anything, until the beep on my phone brought us out of our thoughts.
“Damn it Sebastian, just answer her already!” Oli yelled.
“I don’t want to.”
“Does she know you’re with me?”
“Why does it matter?” I said, looking at her and cocking my head to the side.
“Ugh. I’m sick of this shit! One minute you’re staring at me like you want to do something, the next minute your tongue is in my mouth and your hands all over me, and then were back to fucking ignoring each other and not talking. I can’t do this anymore.”
“What more do you fucking want from me Oli, I want to be with you alright! There you fucking have it. You know I fucking want to. Goddamn it, you know it’s not easy for me. I have Julia I have to think about, you know Julia, your sister!” I shouted back.
“Yes, I’m fully aware of the repercussions, Sebastian. She’s with Robert and I deserve to be happy too. We both do. You’re just too big of a pussy to do anything about it. You’re stringing me along and keeping me on the back burner, how would you feel if I did that to you, huh?”
“Oli don’t talk to me like that. Don’t talk to me like I’m a piece of shit. I’m trying to do the right fucking thing, okay. I know Julia has Robert, and I also know that it would severely hurt her if we got together. You know it as much as I do.”
We went back to not saying anything until we heard my phone texting again.
“Go answer your girlfriend, Sebastian.” She taunted, getting out of the car and slamming the door.
I slammed my fists into my steering wheel before putting my car in reverse and driving over to Allies.
Allie and I were lying in the bed of my truck looking up at the sky. We weren’t talking, just gazing up at the sky. I was thinking about my altercation with Oli, I couldn’t stop thinking about her body in that towel and fuck if it didn’t make me hard. The situation we had found ourselves in, was beyond fucked up.
I hated that she was upset with me. I knew I was losing her a little more after every fight. She was right; Julia was with Robert, it didn’t matter. Julia would feel like I betrayed her, if I were to be with Oli. I knew it in my heart she would feel like that. As much as Julia loved Oli, she felt as though I belonged to her or something. It was like we had some sort of silent pact or some shit, we didn’t need to talk about it; it was just there. After the conversation with her that afternoon, I knew it was a warning for what would happen if Oli and I would ever get together.
“Sebastian.” Allie said, taking me away from my thoughts.
“Mmm hmm.”
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m just preoccupied with something.”
“Can I help?”
“No you can’t, thanks for offering. How was practice?”
“Oh it went amazing! I’m in the lead for captain next year.”
“That’s great, babe.”
“So…I was thinking…maybe we could celebrate.” She taunted, as she climbed over to straddle me.
“Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?”
“Well you know…I heard some of the girls talking the other day. They were talking about their boyfriends trying something on them and I thought maybe we could try.”
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
“Well it’s not really something I would do to you, I still think that you would enjoy it though.”
“What are you inkling for babe?” I questioned, as I grabbed onto her hips while she circled her hips on my dick.
“I’ve done it to you before, now maybe it could be my turn.”
Was she thinking what I think she was thinking? I had heard the guys talk about it after practice. Could I do that? I thought I wanted to try, just to see.
I quickly turned her around so that I was on top of her and she was beneath me. I knew Allie loved it when I took charge.
“Are you asking me, if I want to lick your pussy?”
“Yes.” She moaned in response. Allie was never a shy girl, I had learned a lot, about what girls wanted in bed from her. I also learned a lot about my own sexuality with her, I loved talking dirty and being in control.
“Yeah…babe. I would love to try that, spread your legs for me.” She did as I asked, and I pulled down her skirt and panties. I was grateful I had chosen to park my car in an empty field where we couldn’t be seen.
I had seen Allie naked lots of times, although, having a naked girl in front of you never got old. I pulled her shirt off and she quickly removed her bra. She laid back down and seductively looked at me.
“Your turn, take off your clothes.”
“Later.” I stated.
Her hand grabbed the back of my neck and her lips found mine. I instantly thought of Oli, fuck I couldn’t think of Oli. I needed to stop thinking of Oli.
I kissed her back with as much passion as I could muster. I knew it was fucked up, I thought of Olivia when my hand found her pussy. She was already wet for me.
My mouth went to her left nipple and I sucked on it until it was a hard pebble. I did the same to the right one, and then licked my way to her belly button.
Having no clue what I was doing, I was nervous. Her sounds and movements dictated what move I would make next. You can always tell the difference in a girls moans if she likes what you’re doing or not.
As I moved my way to her pussy, I could feel her trembling. I moved my fingers and brought them to my mouth. Her eyes went wide when she saw what I was doing. She tasted like something that I can't explain. I'm not sure there is a word to describe the true taste of a
female. I liked it though. I fucking loved the taste of her pussy. It was addicting and I wanted more.
I moved my tongue to lick from her slit to her clit and she breathlessly moaned.
“Tell me what feels good, babe. I want this to be good for you.” I urged.
“Keep doing that, it feels the best when you’re at the top.”
“You mean right there.” I said, as I licked her clit.
“Yes…yes…right there. Lick me right there.”
“Just lick? How about this?” I teased, as I took her clit into my mouth and nipped on it with my teeth at first and then brought my lips around the sensitive bud and sucked.
She weakened, and whimpered underneath me.
“Put your hands in my hair, babe. Move my head in the direction that feels best for you.” I felt her hands go into my hair and fuck if it didn’t turn me on even more.
I buried my mouth on her clit once more, and she pulled my hair to move left, then right, and then up and down.
I licked her opening and then moved to her clit again.
“Put your finger inside me, Sebastian.” She breathed out desperately. I took my middle finger and eased it inside. I pumped in and out of her gentle at first, and then more demanding.
“Keep sucking on me. Do what you were doing before.”
I continued my assault on her clit, while I finger fucked her g-spot.
“Harder.” She insisted.
I groaned and moved my mouth harder and faster, while I pushed into her. Her legs started shaking and her back arched.
“Oh fuck, Sebastian…don’t stop…don’t stop.”
I felt her walls tightening on my finger and clit becoming more swollen. Stimulating her with light licks until the hood of her clit was drawn back and all I felt was a nub, I sucked on it until I heard her carelessly scream my name.
I quickly undressed myself, barely giving her time to recover. I grabbed the condom from my wallet and shielded myself.
“Get on your knees, babe.” She did as she was told, and I urgently and forcefully grabbed on to her hips. I don’t remember ever being so hard, I subconsciously knew it was because I was thinking of Olivia.
I thrusted into her so fast that she almost fell forward.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” She moaned in response. I pushed and pulled on her hips, gliding her on my cock until I felt her so deep. She tightened around me, I never thought I would be that turned on by going down on a girl.
“Are you close? I don’t know if I can hold on any longer. Touch yourself, make yourself come on my cock.” I felt her fingers below, and it only took moments until she was trembling from her orgasm. I plunged in one more time and found my own release.
We both fell over exhausted and looking at the sky. I couldn’t help, but wonder if that would have felt different with Olivia.
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Not knowing, what I was about to get myself into, what I was expected to look like, or even wear I was a nervous wreck. For the first time in my life, I was like one of those high school girls I never understood; who cared about what other people thought and always wanted to make an impression. I did the only thing I knew how to do. I pretended to have my shit together. Fake it until you make it…right?
I chose a slinky white dress that clung to all of my curves, showed lots of leg, and cleavage. The back of the dress hung low, which meant I couldn’t wear a bra. If it got chilled, my nipples would be at attention. For some reason, I thought it was perfect. I put on a pair of nude heels, wore my hair up with a few pieces falling around my face, added some light makeup, a necklace, and long dangling earrings.
I pulled up to a house, looking more like a small resort than a home. My heart was pounding and I felt nervous, excited, and anxious all at the same time. It was rare for me to feel like that. I didn’t burn like that. It wasn’t how I was conditioned. It was however, the way I felt.
I promptly rang the doorbell at 2:55 p.m., and I was let in by an older man.
“Ysabelle Telle.” He acknowledged.
I didn’t remember telling her my last name. I nodded anyway.
“Please, come in. Follow me,” He ordered, politely.
I walked into a beautiful foyer, probably the size of my entire apartment. A beautiful chrome-finished crystal chandelier hung above my head. Two of the most elegant stairwells flowed elegantly to the marble floors opposite of each other. I followed the older gentleman towards the right and into a sitting room. The room looked exquisite. White leather couches sat face to face with a glass table in the middle. Beautifully designed mirrors hung on one wall, while the other three were meticulously covered in classic paintings.
I couldn’t help, and notice how the room had a certain aura about it. It felt as if I was about to make a deal with the devil. While I waited for something to happen, I sat down on the soft leather sofa, admiring the granite fireplace. I remember wondering why there would be a fireplace in a Miami home. As soon as the thought occurred, the fireplace turned on with the sound of a click. I spun around to see the older woman standing in red slacks and white collared button down shirt, that was slightly open exposing subtle cleavage. She looked amazing, so put together, and perfect, not one hair out of place, or make-up smudged. I felt cheap in my dress.
“Bella Rosa, I’m happy you could make it. Did you have any trouble finding the place?” She asked.
“No, I didn’t. I have navigation in my car. It actually led me right to the place.” She laughed a little at my reply, and proceeded to sit across from me on the opposite couch.
“Hector, can you please get us some Dom Pérignon Rosé 2002?” She requested, from the man who had showed me in. He nodded and excused himself.
“You look extremely nervous, Bella Rosa. Where is the confident woman that I admired from the bar? That is the woman I would like to speak to.” I smiled. I wonder what gave me away? Could it have been my right knee bouncing, or could she hear the beat of my overly active heart?
“You know Beautiful Girl, I have been following you around for quite some time. You have several men and women who are very taken by you.” That took me by surprise. She was following me?
“That night at the bar was the first time I had ever seen you.” I assured her.
“It was the first time I allowed myself to be seen. I realize that you like your privacy, which is something I admire and respect. You don’t have many friends. They’re more like acquaintances, another trait that I look for. You wear your sexuality on your sleeve, and unlike most women, you know that when you walk into a room; people turn. You strive on that attention, which I admire also.”
She curiously asked, “Although, I am concerned about your boss. Is Devon going to be a problem, Bella Rosa?”
“Not at all.”
“Well then, I am sure you’re wondering why I asked you to my home. I want to begin by saying that you look beautiful. Almost, like a sacrificial lamb in that white dress. Is that what you think this is, Bella Rosa, am I the big bad wolf? Are you trying to tell me you’re an innocent, little virgin?” I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.
“You know, I’m not fond of this cat and mouse game, I feel like you’re playing with me. You are free to speak your mind, ask me anything you would like to know.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Why am I here?”
“Hmmm direct, I like that about you, Bella Rosa. You don’t like to putter around; you want to get to the point and that’s that. In my line of work that’s a very good quality to have. Would you like to know what I do?”
I nodded again. She thought I was direct? Really?
“I am a Madam. Do you know what that is, Bella Rosa?” I shook my head no.
“Well…it’s a French word for a lady. It could also mean queen, or a mistress, or it could mean a woman who owns a brothel. Do you know what that is?”
I looked down at my lap. “Like a place of prostitution?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Bella Rosa, prostitution i
s such an ugly word, and it’s highly illegal.” She said in a high pitched voice.
“What I run here is very much a legit business. I pay my taxes like any other American citizen. Nevertheless, I’d like you to call this place a Cathouse. I have some very important high society sets of clientele, who are looking for only the best. My little black book is filled with names from all around the world, politicians, celebrities, sheiks, prince’s, kings, doctors, men, and women, all looking for the same thing.” She cocked her head to side. “You name it and I probably have it. My place of business provides services of all kinds, Bella Rosa, not just sexual. We provide companionship, you escort a client for a duration of time and they pay.”
“Ok…what does that have to do with me?” I asked. Yes, of course, she had my interest piqued.
“It has absolutely everything to do with you, Bella Rosa. You are what makes me so successful. You could be powerful! Do you know what kind of power you hold with that tight little thing between your legs?”
My mind was racing. I couldn’t process everything that was happening all around me. It was as if I was having an out of body experience. My mind wasn’t processing what I heard her say, as fast as I would have liked. I stood up and walked over to the fireplace. Just thinking to myself, I stood there for a few seconds wondering what she was implying for me. I turned when I heard the clicks of heels coming up behind me. I think I may have frozen when I felt the tip of one finger stroll up and down my spine. I swallowed the saliva that was building in my mouth.
“Bella Rosa, do you understand what I am telling you? I want you. I want you more than I have ever wanted any other woman.”
I was too frightened to turn around. The saliva that had been building in my mouth was now a lump in my throat.
“You want to fuck me?” I asked, nervously.
“Yes I do, not for the reasons that you think.” While still rubbing my back she kissed the left side of my neck. “I want to fuck you in order to teach you.” She kissed the center of my neck. “I want to fuck you to please you.” She kissed the right side. “I want to fuck you to taste you.” She whispered in my ear. “More than anything, I want to fuck you…to make you.”