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