“You have a lot of unspent passion,” breaking the kiss. “How long since you’ve had a girlfriend?”
“Too long. Enough questions. From the moment I saw you in the bank I’ve wanted you. Come with me.” He moves back to my lips and intertwines his legs with mine. His hand unfastens my belt and moves to open my fly.
A shot rings out from the shed. Poor Greg. The strength drains from my limbs. Tears trickle from my eyes. I’m helpless. I’ve lost Greg. I’ve failed to save mom’s house. A complete stranger is going to take my virginity. My world is crashing down upon me. Vaguely I here sounds of commotion downstairs. Now I have that bitch Sonia to deal with. I need to get out of here. Footsteps. A shadow. Nick breaks his kiss, raises his head, and is smacked in the face. He falls on top of me. Knocked cold.
I nearly faint.
Chapter 5
I lay sprawled on the mattress, Nick passed out on top of me, my blurry, tear stained eyes staring up, blinking in disbelief. Is that a ghost? Am I dreaming? No, it is really Greg.
“Greg, Greg… I heard a gun shot… how?”
He pulls Nick’s body off of me and flops it over to the other end of the mattress. He sinks down on his knees, lifts me up and we embrace. You are alive. My love is alive. Now, I realize, I really do love you. I kiss his cheeks. I kiss his forehead. I kiss his lips. I want to kiss every inch of his wonderful body.
“Is Sofia dead?”
“No, she’s very much alive.”
“What happened?”
“She took me into the tool shed. It was dark inside. I knew my only chance was to think and to react quickly. Once inside, she ordered me to kneel down in front of her. So, I got down on the dirt floor on my hands and knees. And, just as she drew her pistol, I whirled around, throwing a handful of dirt into her face. I ducked just as the gun went off. The shot went wild. I grabbed a short handled shovel and conked her on the back of the head. She fell forward and I ran out. I sprinted around the house and came in the front door. I spied Sid absorbed in counting the money, and let him be, figuring you two would be up here. I tip-toed up the stairs quiet as a ghost and here I am. Are you okay?” He runs his hands all up and down my body checking for cuts and signs of abuse. “He didn’t knock you around?” Finding none. He brushes back my hair and straightens out my blouse, putting the torn shoulder piece back in place best he can.
“No. No. He’s not that much of a brute. Kind of gentle, actually. Before you got here we mostly talked. But, good thing you arrived when you did. Because, After I heard the gunshot, I broke down and he took advantage of my weakness. Thank God he didn’t get very far.”
“I aught to kill that sleaze-ball,” getting up and aiming the rifle at Nick’s head.
“No, Greg, please. I don’t want to see any more killing today. It’s been a rough day as it is,” glancing down at my blood-stained blouse. Poor Will. “Augh!” I unbutton it and fling it off into a corner. Greg finds a dirty white t-shirt in the closet and helps me on with it. It fits like a tent and smells of gas but it’s an improvement. We just stand and look at each other and then I fall into his arms feeling relief and utter exhaustion. We just hold each other without speaking for a minute. It feels good. There’s no other place in the world I’d rather be.
“We’ve got to get out of here,” he says into my hair. “Sofia will recover and come looking for us.”
Nick groans and shifts position.
“And he’ll be coming around any minute. Grab his cell phone.” Greg finds it on the dresser and grabs the pistol while he’s at it.
“We need the van but Sid’s got the keys. We can take all that money, too. Go back to the bank and pay off mom’s mortgage.”
“That’s dirty money, Greg. We can’t take it. After hearing Nick’s story, I don’t want to live life like that. I wouldn’t feel right. And mom wouldn’t allow it. She’d rather loose the house and live on the streets.”
“Okay, okay. Well, maybe there’ll be a reward for turning it in.”
“I just want to get out of here with our lives.”
“Okay, let’s go… we have to get those keys, though. You ever use one of these?” handing me the revolver. I take it. It’s heavier than I imagined. My hand shakes from fear of its power.
“No, never in my life.”
“It’s easy. The safety is off. Just point and squeeze the trigger. Get a good grip on it because it’s got a kick. Follow me.”
We kiss for good luck and then creep out into the hallway and down the stairs. My heart pounds in my throat. Downstairs, Sid has finished counting. The loot sits on the kitchen table in three neat and equal piles. He’s gotten up and has his head stuck out the back door, looking for something or someone. Greg runs up behind him and jams the rifle in his ribs.
“Turn around jackass and not a sound.” Sid turns slowly, his eyes glaring.
“What the hell is this?” he says.
“Shut up. Step back in here and sit down.” He retreats toward the table, then, suddenly sidesteps toward the stove, grabs a frying pan and swings it at Greg, grazing his chin. Greg reacts fast, butt stroking Sid with an uppercut to the chin. He flies back landing dazed on the floor.
“Grab the keys off the table,” Greg says, finding an empty brown paper grocery bag. He stuffs the money into it and we fly out the door. “Toss me the keys.” He grabs them on the run and we hop into the van. The engine turns but it won’t start. “Come on! Come on!” pumping the gas pedal. It finally sputters to life.
A forty-five semi-automatic pistol flies in through the open window smacking Greg in the side of his forehead.
“Going somewhere, shithead?”
Chapter 6
“I’m going against every natural inclination in my body by not blowing you away right here, right now,” Sofia says. “But, I don’t want to deprive myself of the thrill of seeing you suffer. And, even more than that, I want to see your girlfriend watch you suffer,” flinging the door open. “Now, out of the van, both of you.”
“I love you, Ashley,” Greg says, looking at me with sorrowful eyes that say, this might really be it. He leans in toward me for a kiss. I move in to meet his lips. But, before we touch, he’s pulled away, out of the van. Sonia has her fist wrapped around his collar. The big nasty Amazon pulls him out of the van, onto his feet.
“I said, out of the van. You do as I say, got it?” She pistol whips his face. Greg groans in pain, holding his cheek. The blow hits me in the heart. However, I sense something different in myself. For the first time today, I no longer feel fear. It’s anger that makes the hair stand up on my head. Does this mean I really love Greg? I hope so.
“Don’t get any smart ideas, honey.” Sonia says, reaching in and grabbing the semi-automatic rifle. “You get out, too. I want you to watch this.” She returns to Greg.
I’ve had enough of this bitch. I’d managed to hide Nick’s revolver down between my seat and the passenger door. I open the door, slide out onto my feet and shove the barrel of the gun down the back of my jeans - just like in the movies. It feels warm and hard and highly erotic. My body tingles with excitement. I pull my t-shirt down over the gun butt. It’s big and baggy enough to completely conceal it. I walk around the back of the van and come up behind Sonia and Greg. He has his hands raised. She has a fist full of his hair, forcing his head back. She hears me approach, turns her head, eyeballs me up and down, scoffs and turns back to Greg.
“Okay, loverboy, start marching, we’re going into the house for some fun and games. You, little girl, out in front where I can see you.”
“Not so fast, bitch.” I say, pulling out the revolver and aiming it at her head. “Drop the gun and let Greg go.”
“You sure you know how to use that thing, sweetheart?” laughing. “Now you just put that thing away before someone gets hurt.”
I squeeze the trigger. It draws heavy and pulls my aim slightly off target. A sound like the end of the world shatters the industrial park. The bullet grazes the side of Sonia’s head. Sh
e drops her gun and falls to the dirt, holding the place where her ear used to be.
“Stupid bitch,” wailing in pain.
I hold the gun on her while Greg searches for something to restrain her. He finds a wire coat hanger, rolls her over on her stomach and ties her hands behind her back. He then pulls out Nick’s cell phone and dials 911.
“Hello, operator, this is an emergency. I have the Dawson Savings and Loan robbers. Yes. Send patrol cars. Can you use my phone to track my location? Good, I’ll stay on the line. And tell them to hurry. They’re armed and dangerous. Don’t know how long I can hold them….”
“Greg, watch out!” Both Nick and Sid come barreling out of the house. They’ve got knives. Greg picks up Sonia’s forty-five.
“Let’s just talk about this a minute,” Nick says, stopping within five feet of Greg. “We don’t want to do anything foolish. All we want is the money. Just give it to us and we’ll let you and your sister go on your merry way.” He slowly inches forward as he talks.
“Don’t listen to him, Greg.” He has his gun on Nick, mines on Sid.
“Man, she gave up on you,” Nick says, creeping closer. “She doesn’t want you. Up there in the room, she committed to me. Gave her sweet love to me. It’s all settled. We’re going to Puerto Rico. Come on, babe, come to daddy,” inching forward, reaching over for my hand. I slap it away.
“Never touch my girl again,” Greg says, dropping his gun and punching Nick in the face. Nick slashes with the knife, narrowly missing Greg’s ribs. Greg puts him in a head lock and wrenches the knife from his hand, kicking it out of reach. He upper cuts Nick in the throat. Nick falls to the dusty ground gagging, gasping.
“No one insults my girl,” towering over the beaten Nick, Greg spits on him and comes over to join me.
Police sirens wail as patrol cars, lights flashing, encircle the yard. Sid tries to run but he’s easily caught, cuffed and hauled away. Nick and Sofia are likewise subdued and taken into custody.
“Are we ever glad to see you,” I say to the officer in charge. I think you should find all the money here,” handing him the grocery bag of loot from out of the van.
“You two deserve a lot of credit. We’ve been after this gang for quite some time. There should be a sizable reward waiting for you.”
“This is all the reward I want,” hugging Greg and kissing him.
Chapter 7
I take one last look at the dreaded mortgage papers, the cause of so much trouble and pain. A triumphant smile curls my lips. I tear them in half, then in quarters and finally in eighths before letting the scraps fall into the sink. I strike a match and set them on fire. The smoke mixes with the steam rising from the bathtub, filling the bathroom with one all consuming fog. Greg turns off the tub faucet and comes up behind me, spins me around, takes me into his strong arms and presses his lips lightly to mine.
“I want you, Ashley,” he breathes, pressing his open mouth onto mine. The temperature rises. We become one breath, one taste, feeding off each other, nourishing each other. He is sweetness. I want to swallow him whole, take his entire being inside of me. My skin heats up. I feel his burning passion as he rips off my t-shirt and tosses it aside. He nuzzles my tangled hair, his breath fiery hot upon my neck. I tilt back my head, offering him more. He groans with desire. His lips feed on my soft neck flesh with saurian hunger. I unbutton and strip off his shirt, clawing into his strong raw flesh. It drives him wild. His hands search out my bra strap and unfasten it, unleashing my full voluptuous womanhood. He devours me. His mouth drives me crazy, licking, nipping, biting my flesh. My fingers clench his hair,grabbing, grasping, pulling.
“You are so beautiful, so wonderful, you’re irresistible,” he murmurs.
I moan in exquisite bliss.
His fingers slide down to my jeans, unbutton then and tug them down and then he slips his fingers under my panties and lowers them, too. I’m hot steaming wet. I step out of them and kick them aside. Greg steps out of his jeans and boxers and shoves them aside.
We come together, blanketed in steamy mist, our mouths meeting, sealing again. I feel him hard against my soft tummy. We both want the same thing, sharing a mutual hunger.
“This is my first time, Greg. You’re the one I’ve been saving myself for all these years.”
“And I’ve been waiting for you, my darling, waiting for this moment for a long time, baby.” He exhales, his breath sweet and hot upon my lips, his forehead pressed to mine, our eyes locked together in longing. He takes my hand and together we step into the hot water. This is our baptism of desire. We caress each other with soapy sponges washing away the filth and the struggles of the day, washing away the regrets of all our previous days, days spent apart because now we’ll be together always and forever. I feel like a new woman, a free woman, a fully alive woman.
“Greg, I want you inside me now.” I gaze longingly, deep into his eyes.
He kisses me and sits down in the warm jasmine scented water. He touches my hips and guides me down, lowering me slowly, gently, down onto himself. I rest my hands upon his shoulders and lower my lips to his masculine smile. We move to the motion of the cosmos in slow perfect rhythm. We make small waves but feel in harmony with all eternity. I clench him tightly. He tilts his head back and groans. I feel him fill me with all of his love. It’s the perfect moment. I close my eyes. My breath escapes me in thin ragged clouds of hot emotion. The waves penetrate my flesh and ripple through every muscle in my body. A moan from the very seat of my soul escapes my lips. I collapse forward against Greg’s chest. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. I’m in the perfect place. Nothing can touch me. I don’t want him to ever let go.
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Your Own Private MILF
It’s been a couple months since my husband, Roger, left me for a younger woman. As a result, you can’t imagine the doubts that have plagued my mind. Doubts about weather I can still please a man. Even the flowers at the florist shop where I work seem a little sad of late. I’m forty-one and not getting any younger but I still believe I’ve got an attractive figure.
Luckily, I’ve got my stepson, Joe, at home. However, even he seems to have taken the separation a bit hard. Moping around the house. Not eating. Watching too much TV. One thing I taught Joe early on, when he first matured, was the healthful benefits of masturbation. I taught him that self-pleasure is a normal healthy experience for every growing boy. He is between girlfriends now and it’s no secret that he’s been pleasuring himself every morning before heading off for his college classes. In fact, it looks like he’s risking being late for his first class today. I’d better check on him.
“Joe,” I speak softly at his closed bedroom door while lightly tapping.
No answer. Just the faint sound of his bed springs slowly creaking.
“Joe, you’ll be late for school….” A little louder.
Still no answer. I put my ear to the door and can hear him softly moaning.
“Joe, honey, are you masturbating?”
“Yeah, mom… ohhh… give me a few minutes… I’m almost done….”
The bed squeaks louder and I inch his door open a crack. He’s lying on his back. Eyes closed. Mouth open. He’s breathing heavily - about to come. His long hairy legs are spread apart and slightly bent at the knees. Sweat glistens on his taught leg muscles. He is so handsome. I feel a warm sensation starting to spread in my belly. I reach up and caress my left breast through my house coat. Joe’s right hand is squeezing his testicles. I reach down with my right hand and press it into my privates. Joe’s other hand is pumping his erect penis. This is the first time I’ve seen his cock since he’s become a man. It looks huge but I can’t see it completely because he’s got something in his left fist wrapped around his cock. Some piece of shiny black cloth that he’s using to masturbate with….Oh my God! My stepson is using a pair of my panties to masturbate.
Stepmom Vacation
“Goodness graciou
s me, Jesse, you look like you’re about to have a heart attack. Give me those bags. Come, sit on the sofa and put your feet up. I’ll get you a cold glass of lemonade.”
Jesse Christianson had just gotten home on summer break from college. His problem was his girlfriend, Allison Mills, had just dropped the bomb that she no longer wanted to see him.
“Our relationship has gotten stale,” she’d told him this morning in bed just as he’d rolled over onto her, wanting her sweet sugar. She closed her legs and rolled him back over to his side of the bed.
“What? Sweetie, Don’t you feel well?”
“God’s sake, Jess, open your eyes. How long has it been since you’ve given me an orgasm? You’re a great lover but you just don’t turn me on any more.”
He tried to rationalize this sudden bombshell but her mind was made up. They had no future together. It was best if he just packed his things and moved out. He couldn’t bear the thought of her spending the summer hanging out on Old Orchard Beach, bate for all the other horny college guys. So, he retreated home to Scarborough to his dad, Jack, and stepmom, Kate.
“Here you are, honey,” Kate said, handing him the ice-cold glass of lemonade and sitting down beside him. His stepmom, had seductive shoulder length blonde hair and a great athletic figure for a forty-year-old. Having just returned from her morning yoga class, she was still in her tight yoga pants and tank that showed exactly how well endowed her motherly figure was. Kate defined the term MILF. But Mom-I’d-Like-to-Fuck was a foreign concept to Jesse. He had Allison-on-the-mind and the hole she’d left in his heart was eating him alive.
“Thanks, mom,” taking a refreshing sip. The lemonade did wonders for his parched throat. “I needed that.”
“Good,” patting his jean clad leg. “I hate to see you like this, sweetie, tell what’s wrong.” She looked into his eyes with a steady comforting gaze that said, “Tell me all your troubles. Let them dissolve into my loving care.”
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