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Speaker 1: sighed as a roar of the motorbike drifted into silence
Speaker 1: as it left her stood in the driveway. Is realized
Speaker 1: felt heavily by the dense mist blowing in from the mountains.
Speaker 1: There was definitely a storm moving in somewhere in the distance,
Speaker 1: High above the small town she called home. She could
Speaker 1: hear the crackle of lightning. Briefly, the sky would light
Speaker 1: up and then settle back down to the crimson gray
Speaker 1: of dusk. However violent the storm was, she could guarantee
Speaker 1: it wasn't as bad as a storm that had ensued
Speaker 1: just an hour ago, the same storm that blew in
Speaker 1: every time Lisa had a day off. She only saw
Speaker 1: Chris night before a day off they would go to
Speaker 1: a bar, come home fuck want of a better term,
Speaker 1: and then argue the next day, usually over money, well
Speaker 1: rather his lack of it and her just working to
Speaker 1: keep the walls from the door despite putting a sixty
Speaker 1: hour week in at the local hospital. Of course, he
Speaker 1: wanted money. Today was Friday, and in two hours she
Speaker 1: would be working and he would be down in the
Speaker 1: den of bikers he frequented when he was away from
Speaker 1: her and he needed something to stuff up his nose.
Speaker 1: She couldn't believe she was dating a biker, let alone
Speaker 1: a drug using one. Well that's not strictly speaking true.
Speaker 1: She could believe she was dating a biker. She has
Speaker 1: spent most of her free time around them since being
Speaker 1: a teenager. Her older brother Mark had been very involved
Speaker 1: with bikers, being twenty one when she was just thirteen.
Speaker 1: She had clung on to him like a limpet when
Speaker 1: they went to the biker's festivals and verisi. Other bikers
Speaker 1: assumed she was Mark's girlfriend, but he had made it
Speaker 1: clear that she was his little sister and if anyone
Speaker 1: touched her, they would be picking their balls out from
Speaker 1: a mincer. Still, her nickname of Jael Bait to stuck,
Speaker 1: and she was proud of it, proud enough to have
Speaker 1: it emblazoned upon her favorite T shirt. Even though she
Speaker 1: was now well into her thirties and passed what could
Speaker 1: be sensibly described as Jael bait. Still, the mix of
Speaker 1: drugs and bikes were not a good one. It had
Speaker 1: cost Marky's life, and she knew in her soul that
Speaker 1: this relationship with Chris would end in heartbreak one way
Speaker 1: or another. Her stomach still not in every time Chris left.
Speaker 1: The truth was, she knew one day it would be
Speaker 1: the last time. It would be mark all over again.
Speaker 1: Lisa walked back into the house and closed the door
Speaker 1: as the first specks of rain peppered her skin, deciding
Speaker 1: to have a shower to wash away the residue of
Speaker 1: their argument. Maybe she could get an hour's nap before
Speaker 1: she would get to leave for work. The emergency room
Speaker 1: of the hospital was stressful enough without carrying the weight
Speaker 1: of Chris's drugs needs with her. The warm caress of
Speaker 1: the shower cocooned Lisa as she stood under it. There
Speaker 1: were few moments in her life that she could say
Speaker 1: were truly relaxing, but her showers were one of them.
Speaker 1: She had even extended the bathroom into her spare room
Speaker 1: so she could enjoy a walking shower. Of course, she
Speaker 1: had joked with Chris how it could fit two people,
Speaker 1: but he never really picked up on it. Sex for
Speaker 1: him would never require a lot of effort, although he
Speaker 1: had no complaints if Lisa wanted to put the effort
Speaker 1: in something she had stopped doing a long time ago,
Speaker 1: realizing it was a one way street. She held her
Speaker 1: face upward, enjoying the sensation of the warm flow carassing
Speaker 1: her cheeks, the gentle sounds of the shower closing out
Speaker 1: the sound of the oncoming storm. Pushing her hair back,
Speaker 1: the droplets just seemed to drift down her body in
Speaker 1: the perfect way to take all the stress out of her.
Speaker 1: Embraced by the water full of warmth cascading over her
Speaker 1: naked body, she lost herself in memories of that time,
Speaker 1: those years ago, her first time with the man. She
Speaker 1: had lost Mark in the winter every twenty eighth, to
Speaker 1: be exact, The night before his twenty fifth birthday, he
Speaker 1: had gone out to run an errand for someone or
Speaker 1: something and just never came back. Of course, she had
Speaker 1: gone to the clubhouse the next day to ask around,
Speaker 1: but he had never apparently got there. He took the
Speaker 1: police weeks to find him and his bike in a
Speaker 1: deep ravine just off the highway, and they said there
Speaker 1: was narcotics in his bloodstream and that had caused the accident,
Speaker 1: but of course that was their go to answer anytime
Speaker 1: a biker died on the road. It was that day
Speaker 1: she met Trevor. He wasn't a club member, he wasn't
Speaker 1: associated with any club, but he had no Mark. They
Speaker 1: had hung out together when Mark first got into bikes,
Speaker 1: and Trevor had taken him under his wing. Oddly enough,
Speaker 1: apart from the first time she came to the clubhouse,
Speaker 1: she'd never seen them together. Oh, she'd seen the voters,
Speaker 1: she'd heard the stories, but Trevor always seemed to be
Speaker 1: on the road, headed somewhere else. After that first meeting
Speaker 1: at the clubhouse, he was gone that very next day.
Speaker 1: Apparently that was just the way he was, but it
Speaker 1: seemed like one heck of a lonely life to Lisa.
Speaker 1: She often wondered what motivated a man to be like that.
Speaker 1: She assumed it was because he lacked any social grace
Speaker 1: and people just get tired of him being around. She
Speaker 1: really couldn't think of anything else it might be. Over
Speaker 1: the next weeks and months, Trevor continued to be around,
Speaker 1: supporting her, protecting her, she began to doubt her own judgment.
Speaker 1: He was funny in caring, protective, and never tried anything on.
Speaker 1: With things at home getting worse, not to say they
Speaker 1: were ever great, as Mark had acted as a shield
Speaker 1: to protect her from most of it, taking the brunt
Speaker 1: of her father's aggression and her mother's religious lecturing. But
Speaker 1: with Mark now gone, all the focus moved on to Lisa.
Speaker 1: Trevor provided a welcome escape from the hell of home,
Speaker 1: and they ended up spending most days together. Somehow, Mark
Speaker 1: had left her a sizeable amount of money after you
Speaker 1: had passed, but you put the condition on it that
Speaker 1: it paid for an education. Lisa had always dreamed of
Speaker 1: having a full education since she was young. She knew
Speaker 1: she was intelligent enough. She had wanted to be a
Speaker 1: nurse ever since she was old enough to pretend that
Speaker 1: her teddy bears were sick and they needed help, she
Speaker 1: had bandaged them up, put them to bed, and taken
Speaker 1: real good care of them until she decided they were
Speaker 1: healthy enough again to leave hospital. Her Remark had often
Speaker 1: laid watching the stars and cloudless nights talking about it,
Speaker 1: but they both knew their parents would never allow it.
Speaker 1: Ambitions and dreams of the work of the devil. Her
Speaker 1: inheritance from Mark gave her the independence she needed to
Speaker 1: pursue that dream, and every night she thanked him for
Speaker 1: that her escape route. Trevor was surprisingly well read for
Speaker 1: a biker. He helped her with all the forms at college.
Speaker 1: They discussed her best path forward, even though he didn't
Speaker 1: have an education himself as far as she could tell.
Speaker 1: When she was offered a place in college, they decided
Speaker 1: to celebrate by going to the next festival together. Having
Speaker 1: never gone to a festival with anyone but Mark, Lisa
Speaker 1: did worry if she was doing the right thing. It
Speaker 1: felt almost like she was being unfaithful to Mark. That night,
Speaker 1: she dreamed of Mark in the moment she closed her eyes,
Speaker 1: and he sure seemed happy with her, so she decided
Speaker 1: this was him saying it was the right thing to do.
Speaker 1: Riding pillion with Trevor was something very different to riding
Speaker 1: it with Mark. He was broader than Mark for a start,
Speaker 1: Her arms didn't stretch as far around him as they
Speaker 1: did around Mark, and he was also a good deal taller,
Speaker 1: so she spent most of the journey with her head
Speaker 1: resting on his back. He rode the bike slower than
Speaker 1: Mark did. She rationalized that he'd traveled so far on
Speaker 1: the road, this was easier on him. It was certainly
Speaker 1: easier on her. The bumps in the road were nothing
Speaker 1: like they were when't riding with Mark. It wasn't until
Speaker 1: they reached the camping fields she noticed something that had
Speaker 1: been playing on her mind. Trevor didn't smell of gas
Speaker 1: and leather. He walked alone, something the other bikers would
Speaker 1: have definitely made fun of. But then you weren't a
Speaker 1: biker unless you were dripping with the smell of fuel
Speaker 1: and slept in your leathers every night. He must actually bathe,
Speaker 1: she thought. Probably you soap as well, she mused, kickling
Speaker 1: to herself. It only took fifteen minutes to erect the tent,
Speaker 1: something that took Mark at least an hour, and there
Speaker 1: was always a good chance of it falling over in
Speaker 1: the night. Several times she and Mark had been trying
Speaker 1: to resurrect a fall in tent in a downpour of
Speaker 1: rain at two am, arguing where they hammered every single tent,
Speaker 1: pegging and attached every rope. It's always resulted in trying
Speaker 1: to be as far apart as they possibly could within
Speaker 1: the confines of the tent. The first night she shared
Speaker 1: a tent with Trevor, it seemed surprisingly comfortable, so natural,
Speaker 1: in fact, she slept the whole night without waking. When
Speaker 1: she woke the next morning, she resisted the urge to
Speaker 1: open her eyes, just enjoying the sounds of the bird's
Speaker 1: song that echoed through the canvas. She couldn't even hear
Speaker 1: Trevor breathing as he slept, which was welcome relief after
Speaker 1: having to combat marks snoring for years. As she breathed
Speaker 1: in the country air, she was surprised at the effect
Speaker 1: it had on her. Blood started pumping more freely. A
Speaker 1: mixture of a good night's rest and plenty of oxygen
Speaker 1: made itself known between her thighs, squeezing them together to
Speaker 1: try and control her growing desire. She wondered if she
Speaker 1: could indulge in a few moments of self pleasure without
Speaker 1: Trevor noticing, opening her eyes to make sure he was
Speaker 1: fully asleep and not just laying there gazing at the canvas.
Speaker 1: She realized she was actually alone in the tent. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: a rush of vulnerability flooded her. She was alone in
Speaker 1: the tent in a field of probably still drunk bikers.
Speaker 1: This wasn't good, not one bit. All thoughts of self
Speaker 1: pleasure vanished as Lisa struggled into her sweatpants, her legs
Speaker 1: flailing in the air, she pulled them on. Where the
Speaker 1: fuck is he, she mumbled to herself, thrusting her head
Speaker 1: through the tent flaps. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible,
Speaker 1: She surveyed the array of tents in front of her.
Speaker 1: Just a little way off, a smaller group of bikers
Speaker 1: staggered across the horizon. She knew Trevor wasn't with that group,
Speaker 1: as he hadn't drunk last night. Her eyes were suddenly
Speaker 1: drawn to a neat pile of branches not six feet
Speaker 1: from her tent, and someone had duck the turf, presumably
Speaker 1: to prepare for a fire. Could this be Trevor's work?
Speaker 1: He had insisted last night that they pitched their tat
Speaker 1: away from the others bordering the nearby forest, so there
Speaker 1: was no other tent nearby that it could belong to. Besides,
Speaker 1: bikers were not normally the kind of people who showed
Speaker 1: so much foresight, pulling a sweater on. Lisa ventured beyond
Speaker 1: the safety of her tent in search of Trevor, whispering
Speaker 1: to herself he might be getting more branches. As she
Speaker 1: followed the short path towards the woods, the jew on
Speaker 1: the soft grass was the only evidence that it was
Speaker 1: only a little after dawn, as the sun was already
Speaker 1: blazingly hot. Already the first beads of perspiration caressed her brow,
Speaker 1: the gentle early morning breeze only seeming to highlight the
Speaker 1: sensations as it kissed down her cheeks. The air cooled
Speaker 1: dramatically as she entered the woods, sending a chill down
Speaker 1: her spine. She shivered rushed as she followed an old path,
Speaker 1: Presumably this was the way Trevor had gone, as it
Speaker 1: was the only path. She could see. The sound of
Speaker 1: the birds serenading the morning sun filled the trees as
Speaker 1: she walked, apparently unthreatened by her presence. They sat high
Speaker 1: in the canopy above her. Somewhere in the distance, she
Speaker 1: could hear a slight splashing sound, as if someone was
Speaker 1: collecting water that would make sense as they didn't have any,
Speaker 1: but there were plenty of water barrels on the site,
Speaker 1: so she really didn't see why he needed to collect
Speaker 1: it from the woods. Curious, Lisa followed the splashing sound
Speaker 1: until the dense trees thinned out. Peering between the branches,
Speaker 1: the sun glistened on a river. Trevor stood waist deep
Speaker 1: in the water, water occasionally dunking himself underneath and then
Speaker 1: rising again. Lisa whimpered gently as she watched the water
Speaker 1: and glistening as it dropped from his chest. She hadn't
Speaker 1: imagined that underneath all that leather he had actually such
Speaker 1: a muscular body. Perhaps she was drooling just looking at him.
Speaker 1: The gentle throb from earlier returned as she watched him,
Speaker 1: the shine of the water accentuating the definition of his body.
Speaker 1: She had never thought of Trevor as anything but a
Speaker 1: stand in big brother, but right now her body was
Speaker 1: blushing with desire as she watched him in the water,
Speaker 1: the sun sparkling across his naked body. Crouching down to
Speaker 1: remain hidden, she could not take her eyes off him.
Speaker 1: Her hand drifted inside her sweatpan, and her fingers gently
Speaker 1: teased at the damp material of her panties. Holding onto
Speaker 1: a tree to steady herself. With her free hand, Lisa
Speaker 1: bit on her lower lip to suppress a moan. Her
Speaker 1: fingers quickened, rubbing her clip viciously through the material, the
Speaker 1: sensation spiraling in her core, throbbing, pulsing, clutching in need.
Speaker 1: Lisa closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure engulfed.
Speaker 1: Drowning in the sensation. She gasped gently as an orgasm
Speaker 1: ricocheted through a body, continuing to stroke herself gently as
Speaker 1: he after shock of pleasure echoed through her. She opened
Speaker 1: her eyes, watching Trevor walk through the water to the bank,
Speaker 1: the water dropping from his waist as his morning erection
Speaker 1: stood proud in the glare of the sun. Lisa returred
Speaker 1: of erectionsman never actually seen one. The sight of the
Speaker 1: firm length of muscle filled her mind with a flood
Speaker 1: of lustful thoughts, Wishing like hell she hadn't just come.
Speaker 1: As her core clouch ferociously, Lisa's eyes fixated on him,
Speaker 1: her body screamed with need to have that inside her,
Speaker 1: to have him inside her, filling her as the water
Speaker 1: moved around his size, his hand lowered over his length
Speaker 1: Grasping it firmly, he began rubbing slowly. Lisa's young eyes
Speaker 1: widened at the image before her. His head tipped back,
Speaker 1: his long hair dripping down his back, looking like a
Speaker 1: wolf that was about to howl. His hand moved faster
Speaker 1: and faster. Her mind engrossed with the dark thoughts raised
Speaker 1: through her, she moaned loudly with need. Suddenly he stopped
Speaker 1: and looked her direction. Wading through the poor towards her,
Speaker 1: he called out, who's there. Come out. Realizing there was
Speaker 1: no way of escaping without being seen, she stood and stuttered, embarrased. Sorry,
Speaker 1: I came here looking for you when you weren't in
Speaker 1: the tent. Her face heated in a blush, knowing her
Speaker 1: desire had been discovered. It's okay, Lisa, I was just
Speaker 1: having a wash in some mean time. His gaze held hers,
Speaker 1: an unfamiliar look burned in his eyes. The intensity of
Speaker 1: it sent a new tingle throbbing through her body. And
Speaker 1: you need something quite hilly into her. He was just
Speaker 1: inches from her. Damned, she could feel the heat of
Speaker 1: his erection. It pulsed so hard she could feel it.
Speaker 1: His gaze softened as he looked into her eyes. You've
Speaker 1: seen a cock before, he asked, his head tipping to
Speaker 1: one's side. Well, yeah, she said, which was true. She
Speaker 1: had been to enough festivals and the bikers that used
Speaker 1: anywhere as a bathroom without any hint of shame, but
Speaker 1: never a hard one like yours. Suddenly she felt so innocent,
Speaker 1: so naive. Trevors studied her for a long moment before
Speaker 1: saying I'm sorry you had to see mine first before
Speaker 1: he turned away. Words rushed out of her mouth before
Speaker 1: she had a chance to stop them. No, wait, I'm
Speaker 1: glad it's yours. I'm safe with you. I want to
Speaker 1: give me to you. I want you to take my virginity.
Speaker 1: Trevor's shoulders slum before he turned back to Faser. I'm
Speaker 1: too old for you. You're beautiful, Lisa and young. You need
Speaker 1: someone your own age, he said as he placed his
Speaker 1: hands firmly on her shoulders, his eyes burning with protective concern.
Speaker 1: Lisa's gaze dropped, disappointment reflected in her voice as she whispered,
Speaker 1: don't you want me? Trevor's eyes followed her face as
Speaker 1: he moved a hand over her chin, holding it gently.
Speaker 1: He lifted her gaze to meet his I have wanted
Speaker 1: you more than you can ever know, since a moment
Speaker 1: I first cast eyes on you, Lisa. But I wouldn't
Speaker 1: rob you of that special moment. It wouldn't be right.
Speaker 1: I've never wanted any boy my own age, she said firmly,
Speaker 1: her hand rising to find its pulsing member, stroking it
Speaker 1: as she had watched him doing just moments before. It
Speaker 1: is my choice who I give my virginity to, and
Speaker 1: I want it to be you, Trevor mac millan. I
Speaker 1: think I've always wanted it to be you. Here and now.
Speaker 1: She squeezed him further, her fingers tightening around his length,
Speaker 1: forcing a moan from his lips. There was nothing but
Speaker 1: silence between them for the longest moment. His eyes burned
Speaker 1: with desire as she continued stroking him. Suddenly his lips
Speaker 1: were on hers, their tongues entwined. It was a kiss
Speaker 1: the sort of which Lisa had only dreamed of, Sensuous
Speaker 1: and firm, intense and passionate. Every stroke of his tongue
Speaker 1: caressed every nerve in her body. Fuck. She wanted him
Speaker 1: more than she had ever known possible. Pushing the fingers
Speaker 1: of her free hand through his long hair, she pulled
Speaker 1: his kiss harder on to hers. She just wanted to
Speaker 1: melt into him as he stooped down and lifted her
Speaker 1: into his arms, his cock slipping from Lisa's grasp. She
Speaker 1: moaned in surprise and disappointment. Trevor carried her through the
Speaker 1: water to a small sand banking where his clothes and
Speaker 1: towel laid, placing her down on the towel gently, he
Speaker 1: stretched over her, the heat of their bodies pressing together,
Speaker 1: holding her gaze firmly. His eyes radiated sincerity as he said,
Speaker 1: you can't know how much I wanted this. His wire left,
Speaker 1: but you have to know. If afterwards you want it
Speaker 1: to be just friends, that's cool. I will still be
Speaker 1: here for you. Lifting her sweater over her head, her
Speaker 1: breast tingled with anticipation as they were exposed to his gaze.
Speaker 1: Lisa pushed her hips up and started to slight her
Speaker 1: sweat pants over her legs. Gently, Trevor grasped her hands,
Speaker 1: stopping her movement as he whispered, not yet slowly, I
Speaker 1: want both of us to save her every moment. Releasing
Speaker 1: her hands, his fingers traced a leisurely lying over her stomach,
Speaker 1: carassing the curve of her delicate breass. Lisa could do
Speaker 1: nothing but whimper as her whole body tingled, a gentle
Speaker 1: pulse of electricity moving through every cell, culminating on her clip,
Speaker 1: which throbbed sensuously under his caress. His mouth dipped, his lips,
Speaker 1: brushing over hers, kissing her so gently their tongues explored
Speaker 1: each other's desires. Surprised by the power of his old passion,
Speaker 1: Lisa could still feel the ache in his body pressing
Speaker 1: against her thigh. It felt a lot firmer than it
Speaker 1: had just a short while ago, as if the tension
Speaker 1: of controlling his lust was focused all into the strength
Speaker 1: of his cock. His breath was warm as he explored
Speaker 1: her neck. A whisper of a kiss danced over her skin,
Speaker 1: forcing a gentle moan to escape from her lips. Her
Speaker 1: skin was electrified from his touch, tingling from head to foot,
Speaker 1: her hands sliding up his back and through his hair,
Speaker 1: grasping him as his tongue teased gently across her shoulders,
Speaker 1: tracing warm, wet circles over the top of her brass.
Speaker 1: Lisa couldn't help lift her chest, inviting his mouth to
Speaker 1: explore further her nipples. So wrecked, so firmly ached with need,
Speaker 1: anticipation embraced her body as his breath finally discovered those
Speaker 1: hard knobs, the firm tip of his tongue spiraling her areola,
Speaker 1: forcing the tingling sensation and a cord to spiral intensify.
Speaker 1: With slow strokes of his tongue, he caressed the erect
Speaker 1: length of her nipple, dragging it slowly between his tongue
Speaker 1: and teeth. Oh fuck, Lisa moaned, her pussy throbbing and swollen,
Speaker 1: her panties so wet her passion caressed her in her thighs.
Speaker 1: She raised her chest again in desperation, trying to force
Speaker 1: her nipple further into his mouth. Treviorgus calmly slid his
Speaker 1: hands over her shoulders, holding them down against the soft sand,
Speaker 1: as his lips took one nipple between them, somehow, rolling
Speaker 1: his tongue over it, contorting her desire into something new,
Speaker 1: something more intense. Although her body was held firmly, her
Speaker 1: lust writhed inside her, a beast fueled by desperate need
Speaker 1: that it was only restrained by the strength of Trevor's hands.
Speaker 1: His lips explored down over her stomach, edging warm where
Speaker 1: it circles into her skin. A flood of anticipation whirled
Speaker 1: in Lisa's corn, waiting for that first touch while she
Speaker 1: needed it most. His fingernails slid down her body, sending
Speaker 1: a fresh wave of sensations cascading through her as they
Speaker 1: explored the waistband of her sweatpants. Sitting back up momentarily,
Speaker 1: Trevor slid her pants over her hips and down her legs,
Speaker 1: his fingers advancing the line of wanton pleasure, the echo
Speaker 1: in every cell. Lowering his head, his lips brushed the
Speaker 1: soft flesh of her in a thigh, the stumble of
Speaker 1: his beard forcing a tremble to explode through muscles tensing
Speaker 1: against his touch. His lips brushed higher, his tongue pressing firmly,
Speaker 1: the electric circles into a thigh, the heat of his
Speaker 1: breath fueling the furnace burning inside the panties. Her hips
Speaker 1: twisted in pleasure. The moment his tongue discovered the edge
Speaker 1: of her panties, teasing just inside her pussy clutched with need.
Speaker 1: She'd waited for this moment for too long. Now she
Speaker 1: needed to feel his touch, to feel him explore her
Speaker 1: most instillate places. His fingers slowly slid her panties to
Speaker 1: one side, the brush of his fingertips over her folds,
Speaker 1: forcing her desire to spread through every of her body.
Speaker 1: Exposed to the heat of his breath, a pussy trembled
Speaker 1: with expectant desire. His finger brushed her where folds again,
Speaker 1: forcing her back to arch. The sun caressing her naked breast,
Speaker 1: highlighting the sensations washing over her. The kiss of the
Speaker 1: morning breeze bit at her skin in the perfect way
Speaker 1: to set her whole body alight with the flames of
Speaker 1: her desire. His tongue traced a line back up her lips,
Speaker 1: slowly deliberately moving higher. Her desire damned inside her core.
Speaker 1: Her thighs tens in a weighted satisfaction. Pressing up her lips,
Speaker 1: his thumbs slid the hood of her clip to expose
Speaker 1: it finally to his breath. Lisa held her breath as
Speaker 1: her body tensed, waiting for that first caress. The first
Speaker 1: flick was determined and firm, forcing her body to writhe
Speaker 1: with the intensity of the onslaught of pleasure. Flick after
Speaker 1: flick of his tongue turk her body to the very
Speaker 1: edge of the precipice before he stopped for a moment,
Speaker 1: gently sucking her nub between his lips. His fingertipped caressing
Speaker 1: the dripping entrance to a sex, stretching her lip as
Speaker 1: it slid slowly inside her. Her muscle was clutching it tightly,
Speaker 1: thrusting in and out. God knows how many times Lisa
Speaker 1: could feel the precipice just inches away as he pushed
Speaker 1: another finger inside her hips, rising to meet his thrust,
Speaker 1: wanting to experience more her orgasms so close, now just there,
Speaker 1: close enough to touch. As his fingers whipped her clit again,
Speaker 1: she didn't just fall into the precipice. She leaped, arms outstretched,
Speaker 1: Her whole body collapsed into her orgasm as he knighted
Speaker 1: a wildfire through every nerve. His fingers continued thrusting as
Speaker 1: her body convulsed in pleasure, massaging her desire, stroking the
Speaker 1: waves pulsing through her. Her fingers grasped wildly, digging into
Speaker 1: the sand, clutching at his hair anywhere for stability as
Speaker 1: she rocked against him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing
Speaker 1: over a body. Then his fingers were gone, and her
Speaker 1: pussy clutched forlornly needing to be filled again. As he
Speaker 1: rose between her thighs, his cock pressed between her lips,
Speaker 1: stretching her slowly. There was a brief moment of pain,
Speaker 1: and then a wave of pure nirvana engulfed her as
Speaker 1: she felt his length press inside her. The sensuous caress
Speaker 1: of his cock pressed along her, fueling the sensations crashing inside,
Speaker 1: and her pussy clutched at his length, massaging it as
Speaker 1: starlight filled her vision. Thrust after thrust came intensifying the light.
Speaker 1: She saw her body tensed, and then his cock pushed
Speaker 1: along a clip, rubbing it as he eased in and
Speaker 1: out of her, in perfect time with the vibrations her
Speaker 1: own body was creating. Lisa wrapped her arms around him,
Speaker 1: pulling herself against him, her nails digging into his back
Speaker 1: as her teeth sank into his shoulder, her whole body
Speaker 1: exploding with a battalion of fireworks as his warm come
Speaker 1: erubted inside her. Lisa pressed her hand against the shower
Speaker 1: wall to steady herself, her pussy still clutching wantonly as
Speaker 1: she pulled her fingers out, her head dipped, water dripping
Speaker 1: through her hair. Why couldn't Chris make her feel like this,
Speaker 1: she wondered, because he's a loose her voice deep inside
Speaker 1: her mind answered. Taking a moment to regain her composure,
Speaker 1: Lisa turned off the shower and leaned against the wall,
Speaker 1: eventually picking up a towel. Drying herself, she walked back
Speaker 1: to a bedroom. Laying on her bed, she wrapped the
Speaker 1: Native American blanket that adorned it around her body, immersing
Speaker 1: herself in the memory of how it had felt when
Speaker 1: Trevor haldr in his strong arms after they had first
Speaker 1: enjoyed each other's bodies. They had lain together for at
Speaker 1: least an hour before they had returned to the tent.
Speaker 1: Despite the pleasure they had both enjoyed that weekend, they
Speaker 1: knew there was an impending storm. Each day that passed,
Speaker 1: each hour, each minute was only counting down the time
Speaker 1: until she would now leave for college. She would start
Speaker 1: her new life, and she really couldn't see how Trevor
Speaker 1: could fit in with that. She would be three thousand
Speaker 1: miles away in a place she already noticed. Trevor would
Speaker 1: never discuss visiting, but in silent agreement they ignored it
Speaker 1: until the final night. He has somehow managed to wrap
Speaker 1: the mass of the Native American blanket as are going
Speaker 1: away present, promising her she would feel his arms every
Speaker 1: time she wrapped herself in it. And that's where it
Speaker 1: started going wrong. She should have noticed when she arrived
Speaker 1: on campus and people asked her where the blanket came from,
Speaker 1: and she told them that she had brought it from
Speaker 1: a market, like she was embarrassed at it had come
Speaker 1: from Trevor. She heard herself saying the words, but really
Speaker 1: couldn't believe they were coming out of her mouth. She
Speaker 1: couldn't believe what she had become so quickly. A few
Speaker 1: weeks later, she met some one else, and Trevor became
Speaker 1: a memory. Tears bit at her cheeks now as she
Speaker 1: remembered what she had walked away from. There was absolutely
Speaker 1: no reason other than it would have taken a little
Speaker 1: effort if she could go back now, she thought, as
Speaker 1: she let sleep claim her. After what seemed like only
Speaker 1: a few minutes, the alarm sounded and she instinctively sat
Speaker 1: up right in bed, her feet hitting the floor before
Speaker 1: she was even awake. These nights with Chris were taking
Speaker 1: a hell of an effect on her body. She dressed
Speaker 1: in her uniform, quickly tied her hair back in a
Speaker 1: tight bun and prepared to leave for work. Stopping by
Speaker 1: the second bedroom in her house, she said good night
Speaker 1: to Clorise, even though the room was empty. Chris had
Speaker 1: made it clear he didn't care for children, so Clarice
Speaker 1: had asleep over at her best friend's when Chris stayed.
Speaker 1: Lisa just didn't need the worry of his temper around
Speaker 1: Clarice as well as around her. Even though the weather
Speaker 1: was harsh and rain bounced off the tarmac, the drive
Speaker 1: to the hospital was thankfully short, and it was only
Speaker 1: thirty minutes before Lisa was sat with Karen catching up
Speaker 1: with what Clarice had done the previous night, the same
Speaker 1: conversation they had every time, one that helped calmer nerves.
Speaker 1: After another argument with Chris, Karen eventually turned, looked her
Speaker 1: in the eye and said, you know, Karen, eventually you
Speaker 1: will have to end it with him. He has absolutely
Speaker 1: no future in it. It's not good for you or
Speaker 1: for Clarice. James and I love having Clarisse over, but
Speaker 1: you need to solve this for both of you. She
Speaker 1: was right, of course, there was a part of Lisa
Speaker 1: I would always try and help those weaker than herself.
Speaker 1: Anchors had weak edged into his soul pathetically. So I know, Karen,
Speaker 1: I will find a way, she whispered, I'll pick her up,
Speaker 1: have to shift and have could think about it. You
Speaker 1: do that, Karen replied, but you might have to fight
Speaker 1: James for her. You know how much he loves playing
Speaker 1: with them both. Give him an excuse not to work.
Speaker 1: The moment shattered as the door swung open, another young
Speaker 1: nurse's face appearing. She said, hurriedly, look lively, you two.
Speaker 1: We have a motorcycle accident coming in and it looks
Speaker 1: like a bad one. He's probably hire as a kite
Speaker 1: on blow. Lisa and Karen looked at each other. Lisa
Speaker 1: wished she could say she was worried or concerned, or
Speaker 1: that her heart was beating a thousand times a second.
Speaker 1: The truth was, she felt hope and almost a little relief.
Speaker 1: Maybe she could get the heartache out of the way now,
Speaker 1: but she really wasn't sure how much of her heart
Speaker 1: was honestly involved. So a motorcycle accident just after her
Speaker 1: boyfriend goes out on a motorcycle looking for drugs. So
Speaker 1: what do you think? I think it's Chris. Well, maybe
Speaker 1: just a random person will it be in Lisa's hands
Speaker 1: to save his life. Well, you're just going to have
Speaker 1: to wait until next week to find out. So until
Speaker 1: then when we can get wild in bed all over again.
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