by Paul Preston
“I understand, Eve. I’ve put you in an awkward position.”
“I don’t regret a single thing, Jeremy. You made me feel like a normal person for the first time in my life.”
I looked into his eyes and kissed him. He seemed like a young boy at that moment, a virgin who had never slept with a woman. It was such a tender moment between us. It made me love him even more.
As we kissed, I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders, exposing his massive, muscled chest. I unzipped his pants and removed the rest of his clothes. I stared down at his relaxed penis and brought it to life by tracing the tip of my index finger up and down his shaft, from the underside of his root to the tiny slit at the tip of his head. As if awakening from a nap, it stretched gracefully upward and outward, becoming thick and engorged with blood. He told me to get one of the condoms out of the bottom of the black bag, rip it open and stretch the latex over his penis. Then he told me to rub lubricating gel over his shaft. He took off my panties and I sat on top of him, slowly sliding his erect penis inside me. He placed his hands on my hips and I rocked back and forth and up and down on his shaft. He sucked the skin on the side of my neck into his mouth and I knew at that moment he was marking me again. I would have a painless colorful bruise the next day for everyone to see. As I felt his penis so deep within me gliding in and out with ease and his mouth and lips sucking so hard on my throat, I came hard on top of him. My hips trembled and convulsed beyond my control, like I was having a seizure.
Jeremy grabbed my tits, threw his head back and moaned out, coming with me at the same time. I had fantastic sex with Jeremy. Again.
After our breathing calmed, Jeremy got out of bed, took his condom off and went into the kitchen. He brought back two glasses of ice water and we both took a long drink. We cuddled up together in bed and suddenly I was sleepy. I put the palms of his hands over my breasts where he liked them.
“That was nice…” I said.
“Mmmm…”
“Jeremy, can I tell you something… I wish I was your wife.”
“Eve… You are my wife.”
I smiled when he said that. I was his wife…
I fell asleep, thinking of the moment I would wake up in the morning, take his large erection into my mouth once again and suck on him until I swallowed every drop of his essence. I would feel it slide over my tongue and slip down my throat. Into me. Into my body. My heart. My soul…
Chapter Seventeen
Jeremy
I arrived at the Express store in Montgomery Mall shortly after 6 on Tuesday night, but at first, I couldn’t find Cynthia. I wandered around the store, looking for her. Perhaps she was in one of the dressing rooms trying something on, or hadn’t arrived yet. After waiting by the dressing rooms, I went back to the front of the store to try to find her.
I saw a woman from behind, dressed very provocatively, with a short skirt, knee high brown leather boots and long red hair, carrying her jacket and a few garments in her arms. When she turned toward me, my eyes went directly to her low cut, V-neck sweater, displaying her ample cleavage and a portion of the light brown rings of her aureoles. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could clearly see her nipples protruding out beneath the fabric. Her breasts jiggled as she walked across the shop. When I looked in her mascara lined eyes, I knew who it was.
“Oh my God, Cynthia, you look fantastic. I didn’t even recognize you. You look completely different. How much weight did you lose?”
“I’m sorry, sir, do I know you?”
“It’s me, Jeremy.”
“Oh. You must be mistaking me for my sister, Cynthia. I’m Sindee. Spelled S I N D E E. It’s a pleasure to meet you. My sister has fallen head over heels in love with you, Jeremy. Now I can see why.”
I could tell it was Cynthia, by her eyes, unless Sin-dee was her identical twin.
“She never mentioned that she had a sister. You look exactly like her.”
“People say that all the time about us. She wasn’t able to make it, so she asked me if I would meet you here in her place. Can you help me, Jeremy?”
“Sure, Sindee. What can I do for you?”
“Can you come back into the dressing room with me to help me try on a few of these dresses? My sister tells me you have good taste in clothes. You can tell me if they look good on me. I want your honest opinion.”
“OK.”
When we got to the dressing rooms, I held back, to wait for her outside.
She took my hand to come with her.
“Don’t you want some privacy?”
“Come with me, Jeremy…”
A salesgirl unlocked the door, told us her name and asked us to call her if we needed anything. I went inside the small space and sat down on a padded bench. After the salesgirl left, Cynthia locked the door, hung up the clothes she wanted to try on, turned to me and pulled off her sweater. Her breasts looked even larger, displayed without a bra, now that she had slimmed down around her waist.
“You look lovely today. Your breasts are even more beautiful than ever.”
“Thank you, Jeremy. My sister had told me you were a very sweet man. I think we’re going to have a fight over you.”
Though I tried to restrain myself, I couldn’t keep from touching her breasts in the boutique. I stood up and cupped her with my palms and held her.
“You really lost a lot of weight since Friday. Are you still fasting, Cynthia?”
“My name’s Sindee. Can you help me with my skirt? There’s a zipper in the back.”
Cynthia turned to me and I unzipped her. She unbuckled a thin belt around her waist and her loose skirt slid off her hips. She wasn’t wearing any panties. The muscles of her calves and thighs had become tighter and her hips were more defined. I ran my fingers down the sides of her body from her breasts to her thighs and could feel the curved bones of her pelvis.
“Look at you! You’re wasting away to nothing Cynthia. We’ve got to get some food in you. You look like you’ve lost fifteen or twenty pounds since Friday. It’s dangerous to lose that much weight so fast.”
“You keep getting me confused with my sister. She’s the overweight one.”
We looked at each other in the mirror as I held her close to me. I brushed aside the long strands of her red wig and kissed her neck, while my fingers stroked over and through the wet open folds of her vagina. Cynthia looked so sexy in her slimmed down body and alluring boots. She pressed her back side against my erection.
“My sister said you knew how to treat a woman.”
Cynthia turned to me. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. She slid down my body, quietly removed my trousers and boxers and placed her hands around my erection.
“Cynthia said you were completely shaved, but I didn’t believe her.”
I removed an emergency condom from my wallet, put it on and sat back on the small bench. Cynthia turned back to face the mirror and straddled me, slipping my penis easily into her womb. She rocked back and forth on my erection as I rubbed her clitoris with my fingertip. I watched her breasts bobbing and swaying in the mirror as she increased the speed of her rocking motion. We tried to make as little noise as possible, but the raw smell of sex began to permeate the room. The salesgirl tapped on the door.
“Everything OK in there?”
“I’m good, but can you see if you’ve got a pair of light grey ankle leggings in size 10? Just put them over the door if you can find one, thank you,” Cynthia said, slightly out of breath.
“I love those! They make you look so skinny. I’ll be right back.”
I kept rubbing her clitoris with my fingers and we both came at the same moment. Cynthia tilted her head back and trembled while I grabbed her breasts and ejaculated.
Cynthia stood up and slipped her skirt and sweater back on. I stood up, wrapped up my used condom in my handkerchief and dressed. The salesgirl knocked on the door again.
“I didn’t find grey leggings in a size 10, but I picked out a couple of similar styles f
or you to try on in that size.”
“You’re so nice, thank you, but I really wanted grey!”
“Let me look in the back.”
“Thank you.”
Cynthia turned to give me a light kiss.
“Can you zip me up now, honey?”
“You’re a size 10 now?” I said, zipping her skirt.
“Almost. Isn’t it great! I could barely fit into a size 12 last week.”
“You look totally awesome.”
“Thank you, Jeremy.”
“Are you going to try on any of these clothes?”
“I’m going to try to get down to a 6 first, or even a 4 if I can keep starving myself.”
“Would you like me to take you to dinner? You really should eat something.”
“I have an idea. Why don’t you take me to your place and show me the Pleasure Room I heard so much about? I know Cynthia was too much of a chicken-shit to go in, but I’m willing to try. I’m in the mood for a good spanking.”
“I still don’t think we’re ready for the Pleasure Room yet, Cynthia.”
“Jeremy, after a girl lets you do her, especially in public, I think you should try to remember her first name at least. I’m Sin-dee, emphasis on the sin…”
I turned Cynthia back to the mirror and put my arms around her.
“I think Sindee is the girl inside you, trying to come out. But you’re still Cynthia. That’s who you really are.”
“I hope not. I don’t want to be her. I never wanted to be her.”
“What do you mean? Look in the mirror. You are Cynthia. Both women live inside you.”
“I hope not. Tell me how I’m going to lose another dress size with that bloated cow living inside me?”
I started becoming genuinely concerned for the state of Cynthia’s mental health.
“Listen, rather than going back to my place tonight, could I see where you live? I’d like to see you eat a little something, too. It’s not good for your body to fast much longer than a few days. I read that eating grapefruit is the perfect way to come off of a fast. Let’s stop by Whole Foods and make a fruit salad for dinner. You can show me your place. Do you live alone?”
“I live with my sister.”
“Do you mind showing me where you live?”
“There’s not much to see. It’s a shitty little place in Aspen Hill next to a strip mall. No aspens and no hills.”
“I don’t care. Come on.”
On the way out, I stopped off at the cashier, who recognized me from my shopping spree with Eve two days ago. I put $1000 on an Express Gift Card and handed it to Cynthia, telling her to come back and buy herself a new wardrobe, when she gets down to the size she wanted. We drove over to her one bedroom apartment in Aspen Hill and made a salad from the fruits we picked up on the way.
After dinner we looked together at the photographs on her wall, capturing all of the most memorable moments in her life, birthdays, graduations, and vacations with her family growing up. Next to the photographs on the wall was a full length mirror. I stood behind Cynthia and took out the pins holding her red wig in place and removed it. She stared intently at her face in the reflection and touched her shoulder length auburn hair with her fingertips as if she had never seen her own hair before. In the mirror, I noticed dark circles under Cynthia’s eyes, as if she hadn’t been sleeping very well.
“Do you see? You are Cynthia. Say it for me.”
“I am Cynthia…”
I wrapped my arms around her tightly and whispered in her ear.
“That’s right. You’re Cynthia. When did you start dressing and acting like this other person?”
“I don’t remember. A long time ago… when I was a little girl, I think.”
“I want you to know I accept you, Cynthia, as well as this other person you have living inside you. You can come over to my house if you want to dress up and act like Sindee in private any time you want. But don’t show her to anyone else. Don’t let anyone else see her in public, especially at work. Don’t go to your job dressed as Sindee. People will be cruel to you and they won’t understand. You won’t be accepted. You have to keep Sindee hidden inside you. But I want you to know… I accept you... Both of you…”
“You do?”
“I do…”
Cynthia started crying, as she looked at herself in the mirror, tears dripping off her cheeks. I found a tissue in her bathroom to dry her eyes.
“Can you call me by my name, just once? My… other name…”
“Sure… Sindee.”
Cynthia smiled and kissed me. I made us both a cup of herbal tea I found in her kitchen cabinet and we retired to her bedroom for the night. We undressed, shut off the lights and cuddled up together in her bed. As we shut our eyes to rest, I fondled Cynthia/Sindee’s full beautiful breasts in the dark. The king-size bed was large enough to sleep all three of us quite comfortably…
Chapter Eighteen
Sapphire
So now that I’m feeling a little better, J suggested that I write down everything that happened to me last week, so I would remember how close I took myself to the edge…
After I got back from J’s mansion Friday night, I smoked a rock and lay back in my bed for my fifteen minutes of ecstasy, my brain firing on all cylinders. I know you probably think I’m a bad girl and I’m not denying that I am, but at least I’ve never used a needle, never shot coke or injected heroin. See my arms? No needle marks. I know some dope addicts who do it, and I would too, but there’s one thing that scares me: AIDS. I know addicts who’ve died of it. I’ve seen the horrible red sores on their skin, before they cashed it in. So I draw the line with needles and only smoke crack on the weekends, to keep my head right for school. But this weekend I thought, what the hell, I’m young, you only live once. I’d rather die in a romantic burst of flames in my youth than live to be a cranky toothless cancer-ridden old lady in a wheelchair. Wouldn’t you?
I kept picturing how obsessively J stared at my nipple rings and how he took me from behind, chained to the wall in that Pleasure Room of his. I played through my mind that slave girl scenario, the fantasy of being owned by him and sold to another man at a slave auction. It made me so wet I masturbated while I was high and the heightened sensations when I touched by clitoris made my heart race. I started sweating and trembling as I worked myself to an orgasm, fantasizing about my owner, Master J. If only I could get him to be my supplier, my big dominant sugar daddy, I would become one happy little crack whore. I’m sure I can get him to do it, once he takes another look at my nipple rings. If that doesn’t work, maybe a piercing on the lips of my vagina will do the trick.
When I got home Friday night I couldn’t sleep so I started writing my boring paper. All day Saturday I screwed around in my apartment, but miraculously I managed to finish my assignment. Jeremy texted me an invite to his house Wednesday night to “study” and have dinner with him. I left him hanging for several hours before I responded, texting him back twice later that night. I told him I would meet him at 6 on Wednesday and said, “Be ready to party.” Hopefully, he got the message. Did I need to spell it out for him again?
I slept until early Sunday afternoon. When I woke up I felt tired, irritated and depressed. I was hung over from too much partying, I guess. I tried to clean my apartment and catch up on some reading from my other classes. It’s amazing that even though I was high all weekend, I somehow managed to get more homework done than ever! Who said life can’t be enhanced through a mixture of cocaine, baking soda, ammonia?
The low feeling wasn’t going away and I craved getting high again. Three times in one weekend would be a personal record. There was nothing left in my pipe and my private stash was used up. I didn’t have much money left for the rest of the month, so I was hoping my dealer Tony, an old boyfriend I still occasionally had sex with, would give me a break. I drove over to his house and he was partying. Hard. As soon as he let me in, Tony handed me his pipe like he was expecting me.
Shit,
he must’ve just lit one up. The glass was still hot. I love that cracking sound like Rice Crispies when you inhale, the numb feeling on your tongue when the smoke passes over it and the euphoria, like I can do anything, accomplish anything, and be anything. Tony and I leaned back on his couch and he put his arm around my shoulder.
“Freebasing, baby…”
That was the first thing Tony said to me. He was high as a kite.
We started talking non-stop, about all sorts of shit; just jabbering away about I don’t remember what. I don’t think we were even listening to each other.
I think we might have had sex or maybe I just imagined it. If we did, it wasn’t too memorable. Nothing like with my J. I wished I was alone so I could lie in bed and fantasize about him.
I blew off school Monday and Tuesday, hanging out with Tony. I don’t think either of us slept much. Tony just got in a large delivery from his supplier of some super pure chips and I stayed with him while rich white kids came by all day long, making buys. I watched them smoke, but it grossed me out sharing a pipe with guys I didn’t know. I just shared a hit on Tony’s pipe early in the morning and late at night, when I was completely crashed out and depressed. What a rush. The new shit was as pure as advertised.
I left late Tuesday night, spending the rest of November’s grocery money on crack. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept through the night, rather than just nodding off with the other junkies on Tony’s couch. I thought if I cuddled up in my own bed, I’d be able to sleep it off, but I just tossed and turned all night and all Wednesday morning. I missed my classes again.
In the afternoon I started having a headache. I took a few Tylenols, but it wasn’t going away. I thought if I smoked a bowl of the new shit, maybe my headache would go away. I took a hit, but rather than it putting me into a good head space, everything got all fucked up. I started having trouble breathing and my heart started racing. I felt these tremors in my arms and legs that wouldn’t go away. I walked around my apartment, feeling dizzy and nauseous.
Then, I really started freaking out. I felt these horrible bugs, like roaches, crawling around my skin, under my skin. I took my jeans and shirt off and I could see them, hundreds of them, little tiny lumps moving up and down my arms and legs, biting me. I fell on the floor and cuddled into a ball, frantically scratching myself all over my body. I thought if I took a hot shower and scrubbed my skin with soap it would kill the bugs inside me.