Good Girls Gone Bad

by Alexa Nichols

  An Anthology

  Alexa Nichols

  GOOD GIRLS GONE BAD

  AN ANTHOLOGY

  Copyright © 2018 by Alexa Nichols

  All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  All characters depicted in acts of a sexual nature are 18 years of age or older.

  For information contact Alexa Nichols

  alexa.nichols.author@gmail.com

  http://alexanichols.com

  https://goo.gl/F0ni3f

  https://goo.gl/nr1o1K

  https://goo.gl/u2grUQ

  http://goo.gl/HvzWjr

  https://goo.gl/hPrRQw

  https://goo.gl/HSXX2j

  First Edition: July 2018

  10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

  Kaito's breath caught when the woman leaned down and slowly ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. When her tongue reached its engorged tip, she put it in her mouth and then proceeded to take his entire length, inch by inch, into her throat.

  As she gave him an incredible blowjob, Kaito, never taking his eyes off the telescope, shucked his boxers and reached out blindly, pulling a chair over for him to sit in while he adjusted the height of the telescope so he could masturbate while he watched the erotic scene before him unfold.

  Still pleasuring him with her mouth, she dropped down to her knees, and at one-point, Kaito swore she looked right at him and winked, but he couldn’t be sure. Most of the time her eyes were closed as she pleasured him, taking his impressive length and girth in her mouth all the way to his balls at several points, though she had to slow down and really work to do so. When she did, however, she kept him there for several seconds, and Kaito could see her throat slightly distended and pulsing as if she was contracting her neck muscles to give him pleasure.

  And then she would pull back, sometimes placing her hand on his cock while she blew him, using it to pump his length while she slid her lips back and forth, never taking her mouth off his dick.

  Kaito was about to come. He stopped masturbating for a moment, trying to fight the urge, wanting to wait until he saw more before he let his load loose.

  The woman, meanwhile, finally removed her mouth from his cock and started playfully licking the side of his shaft, swirling her tongue around its tip sporadically, then taking it back in her mouth, her eyes looking up at her lover with obvious amusement and sensuality. After a while of this, she removed him from her mouth completely and used her hand to wiggle his cock back and forth, keeping her mouth open and making his tip slide in and out of it while she played with his length.

  Kaito knew if he touched, or even looked at, his own cock right now he would come. So he did neither.

  The woman took him back in her mouth, slowly, sheathing his entire cock down her throat, then making small movements with her head to stimulate him. She stayed like this for an impressive amount of time, and the man, obviously going insane, threw his head back and rubbed her head with his hand.

  Kaito gripped his own cock firmly, confident that he had enough control to keep going for a while. What she did next, however, made him wonder if maybe he was wrong…

  Acknowledgements

  Author's Note

  Amore: A Love Story

  Girl Fight

  Killer Lolis

  Afterword

  Coming Next

  Other Books by Alexa Nichols

  About the Author

  Each of these stories, though completely unrelated, share one thing in common: they were all born from reader interaction. Because of that, I want to thank my readers, who have always been quick to suggest the strangest, most inspiring things, and as a result, have caused me to create such exciting and unusual works such as these.

  Though too many to name, you know who you are, and you are not only exceedingly loved but appreciated as well.

  So thank you.

  You guys make this so much more fun than it would be otherwise.

  This book you are now holding, Good Girls Gone Bad, is an anthology of three mostly unrelated stories: Amore: A Love Story, Girl Fight, and Killer Lolis. Each takes place in their own time periods, containing characters that are primarily specific to the book that they star in.

  However.

  Notice above that I wrote that these stories are "mostly" unrelated.

  They are all related in one significant way: out of all of my stories, these are the ones that feature the strongest female leads with the most tragic stories, revealing how innocent, wide-eyed girls can become, well, not.

  Enjoy the ride...

  “Sex is like money; only too much is enough.”

  - John Updike

  What good is fame if you’re slowly, unavoidably, and undeniably losing your mind?

  Alicia is an up and coming model and internet sensation with an insane work ethic. What her fans don’t know, however, is that her always on personality is fueled by not only addiction but loss and tragedy on almost every level. The more famous she becomes, it seems, the more she loses.

  Her husband was first.

  Her best friends followed.

  And then her newborn daughter was ripped from her arms.

  No one knows that Alicia is unraveling. No one but one girl; one girl who will do everything she can to be Alicia’s salvation.

  Even though being Alicia’s salvation comes at a catastrophic cost…

  I can’t believe it. Finally, we have a home of our own...

  “I’m nervous,” the raven-haired beauty mumbled shyly to Alicia. She was naked on Alicia’s bed, alternating between trying to cover herself and appear sexy and confident at the same time. Alicia watched her silently, her interest seeming unnatural and overly keen to the girl.

  “Why?” Alicia asked softly.

  The younger girl smiled. “Well, you’re a celebrity. And you’re so beautiful. And I’ve wanted this with you for so long. Since I first saw you, to be honest. My mother says we look so similar we could be sisters.”

  Alicia blinked and tilted her head. The younger girl’s mother was not wrong. Looking at her slender, toned frame was like looking into a mirror a handful of years ago. They even had the same style of long black hair. Alicia was markedly more attractive in a strictly Hollywood sense, of course, but the younger girl was not without beauty. Indeed, it was why she ended up in Alicia’s bed to begin with.

  “Besides, I don’t want to do anything wrong and make you mad. I’ve never really done this before with a girl, and I really like you, and-”

  Alicia, herself naked, walked on her knees across the bed and took the girls face in her hands. She looked the nervous girl in the eyes for a brief, silent moment before she bent her head and slowly kissed her.

  Deeply.

  The moment their lips touched Alicia felt a rush, an indescribable tingly feeling flow through her. The younger girl must have felt it too because her nasal breathing became sporadic and heavy.

  Alicia smiled around their kiss at the inexperience and nervousness of the other girl, but she did not let up.

  Her lips were so soft, so fresh. Alicia didn’t want to ever quit kissing them.

  The longer they kissed, the more the younger girl relaxed, and the more passion seemed to trickle out of every pore of her body.

  And then she did something Alicia wasn’t expecting: she brok
e the kiss and moved behind her, pressing her younger, firmer body against Alicia’s back and sliding her hand down Alicia’s stomach. Alicia gasped as the girl’s hand - her soft, silken hand - moved slowly, so slowly, all the way down to her pussy.

  “You’re wet,” the younger girl whispered with a tinge of pride.

  “Uh hu,” was all the Alicia could manage to say. She arched her back as the younger girl leisurely moved her fingers through her wetness, exploring her folds, manipulating them with apparent curiosity and fascination. It had been so long since Alicia had been pleasured like this, since she had allowed anyone to touch her…especially down there.

  The younger girl raised her free hand to Alicia’s soft, full breasts, squeezing them gently as her other hand explored her crevices. She concentrated on smoothly and slowly rubbing Alicia’s hot swollen pussy, occasionally inserting just a bit of her finger inside and trying as best as she could to stimulate her clit at the same time. Alicia cocked her head back, and the other girl used this opportunity to continue their kissing, except this time Alicia was not the aggressor.

  She was the puppet.

  Suddenly the younger girl withdrew her hand from Alicia’s sex and joined it with her other to cup the older woman’s pillowy breasts.

  “I want to taste you. I want you to taste me. Can we do that?” She asked Alicia nervously.

  “Give me some of that skirt steak,” Alicia said playfully, then froze. Those words. Something about those words sent a chill down her spine. Almost like she said them before, or someone had said them to her. What was it about those words?

  She was ripped out of her introspection by the younger girl’s hand returning to her pussy, spreading her lips and using her middle finger to probe her. It then slid up to her clit and strummed it, first quickly, then slowly, then somewhere in between. Her other hand, meanwhile, was not restless - it massaged her breasts, her nipples, her neck, her mouth...

  Alicia’s orgasm came abruptly and without warning. She clamped her legs shut as she came, and the other girl began kissing and biting her neck as she convulsed, as her body shook and tightened in a way only an explosive orgasm brought about by extreme abstinence could induce.

  The second Alicia was finished coming the other girl laid her flat on her back and turned and swung her leg over her. They were in the 69 position now, and Alicia’s legs were spread wide for the allegedly inexperienced girl.

  She bent and smelled Alicia’s sex, then lightly kissed it. “It’s weird. You don’t have a scent down there.”

  Before Alicia could respond to that comment she felt a soft, firm, wet object - her tongue - separating her folds. The lick made Alicia’s back arch. It felt so good…

  Alicia narrowed her eyes. It was time to take control back.

  She raised her head to the younger girl’s gash and buried her mouth within it, manipulating her folds and clitoris with her tongue and teeth in a way that only someone with years of experience could. The cries of her twin only spurned her on, and Alicia smirked as the younger girl’s back arched and her hips bucked repeatedly. No matter how hard she bucked or how she tried to move, Alicia kept a firm grip on her, taking extra care to keep her tongue embedded within her.

  The girl tried to regain her composure and reciprocate the pleasure, but her body refused to relinquish control; the older woman was simply too skilled in the carnal arts. So, she did what she could: she dropped her body, her head resting on Alicia’s cunt, and weakly lapped away at it, trying to fight through her own pleasure and blindly find the older girls clit again, licking her pussy like a cat licking its fur.

  She could feel that she wasn’t doing to Alicia what Alicia was doing to her.

  So, she started using her hands but was abruptly stopped as an orgasm shot through her, making her entire body tremble. Alicia did not stop while she was cumming; instead, she continued to pleasure her, burying her face even deeper in her sopping wet pussy and drinking of her juices. She nibbled while she drank, her lips and tongue dancing to make her younger doppelgangers orgasm last longer and even more intense than it had ever been before.

  The younger girl cried. Her tears were not of pain, but of pleasure, something she had never once done in her life.

  Alicia did not let up.

  In fact, she only seemed to become more aggressive, moving her head, lips, and tongue progressively faster against and into the younger girl’s pussy. All she could do in response was whimper and mewl, making incomprehensible sounds that meant nothing and everything at the same time.

  Crying, she came again.

  And again.

  And again…

  There is entirely too much stuff to unpack. And I swear these boxes are reproducing. I'm going to need alcohol for this...

  “I’ll get us some more drinks,” Link announced to the girls, kissing Alicia and winking at their newborn daughter who was safely secured in her car seat.

  “OK baby. I love you,” Alicia called after him. She doubted he heard her, however - the bar, even though it was an upper-class establishment, was loud. She blamed the football game playing on every television in the place. But she didn’t care about the noise. Not today. Today she was on cloud 9.

  “So how does it feel?” Amy asked as she leaned into her former lover. “Everything, I mean. Being a model, having a baby, getting fricking married!”

  Aiya grinned and nodded her head, watching Alicia’s lips carefully, not wanting to miss her response. One of the advantages of being deaf: it didn’t matter how loud your surroundings were. As long as you could see someone’s lips, you knew what they were saying.

  Alicia rolled her eyes. “Please. I’m still the same Alicia. Nothing’s changed. I’m just - OK, who am I kidding? It’s fucking amazing, I’m not going to lie.”

  “Excuse me?”

  They all turned and looked at the interloper - a young woman with short blonde hair and a sizeable distracting mole just above her lip.

  “Yes? Can I help you?” Alicia asked.

  “I know this is probably super rude, but aren’t you a model? I swear I saw you on TV last night being interviewed.”

  Amy and Aiya laughed and Alicia, in response, tossed her spoon at them.

  “Excuse my friends, they’re legally retarded. Yes, I am. Do you want an autograph or something? Maybe take a picture together?”

  The girl’s eyes widened, and she nodded her head enthusiastically.

  Alicia obliged.

  After the girl was gone, Amy grinned and made a face, reaching over and taking Aiya’s hand in hers, and Alicia was surprised to feel a twinge of pain in her chest at the simple, innocuous act. Since Alicia’s pregnancy and marriage, they had drifted apart, both physically and emotionally. Or so she thought. She wondered if Amy felt the same way when she saw her and Link together.

  Alicia had no right to feel any kind of way. Amy and Aiya had become a couple, had even moved in together, and she should be happy for them. Amy moved on, found her happiness, and that should make her happy too.

  But it didn’t. And she wasn’t entirely sure why.

  It had been weeks since they all had the chance to get together like this, mainly because Alicia’s schedule as of late was insane.

  Aiya bumped Amy to get her attention and rapidly signed to her. Seconds later, Amy laughed.

  Another twinge struck Alicia. She tried to shrug it off.

  “She said her watching Lucia in her car seat is making her ovaries hurt. I think she’s getting baby-fever,” Amy translated.

  Aiya turned from Amy and nodded at Alicia, grinning as she reached over and played with the baby by wiggling her fingers in front of her face. Lucia, in response, smiled. God, she was such a beautiful baby…

  “Oh, she’s adorable all right. Until it’s bedtime. She has no comprehension of sleep. She reminds me of you, actually, Amy.”

  Amy grinned and, unless Alicia was mistaken, slightly blushed. “Well. I guess that depends on who’s in your bed.”

  Alicia�
��s heart skipped a beat.

  “I’m back,” Link announced, making Alicia jump. He carefully placed all the drinks in front of the girls and kissed Alicia on top of her head. “What did I miss?”

  “Aiya wants you to knock her up,” Alicia said nonchalantly, almost causing Link to spill the last of the drinks he was setting down.

  The girls laughed at his immediate confusion and discomfort.

  Good times…

  My head is pounding for some reason. What was in that Schnapps? I'm feeling dizzy...

  Alicia wiped the blood from her nose. These random nosebleeds were getting frequent, and really annoying. She had just finished throwing up the last of her food in the stalls toilet, something that had become easier in time. Eating and then throwing it back up was something of a ritual now; if she tried to keep food down anymore she became nauseous and sick.

  If her fans only knew the things she had to do to keep her figure. Being in the acting and modeling business for the past ten years required extreme actions to remain beautiful and relevant.

  And she had to be beautiful and relevant. Her career was all she had left.

  Besides, what would her new younger lover think if she started getting fat and old looking?

  Alicia half-smirked. She really like that girl for some reason. And she couldn’t figure out why. Maybe it had something to do with her innocence, or her complete and total trust. Of course, it could also be her awe and fascination with Alicia herself. Whatever it was, she was falling for the younger girl. Maybe a little too much…

  Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and for some reason that subtle vibration made her head reel. She grabbed the walls of the stall, steadying herself, and pulled her phone out. It was Amy. Alicia felt a harsh pang in her chest. She couldn’t. Not now. She dismissed the message without reading it. The last thing she wanted was to have a conversation with Amy right now, especially when she was still in that mental institution. Every time they talked it turned into a fight, and right now that was the last thing she needed.