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   Hildebrand Anastacia Beaver

   "I'm gonna go take a wiz." I just shrugged, and pulled out another
hanger.

   "Ooh!" I held it up.  Can't really see what it'll look like on me,
looking down like that.  So, I took it to the mirror.  "Yeah," I turned.

   "Ooh!  Where did you get that top?" I turned pointed.  "Let me see
that." She held it up.

   "It won't fit you," I took it back, "There's more." I decided to keep
it, though.  "Over here," she likes it too!"

   "Are you a model?"

   I nodded, "I'm taking classes." She took off her top, and tried it on.
"Yeah, that looks good on you."

   "You too.  Try it on."

   I looked around, shrugged and pulled off my top.  "Hey, Stazzi." My dad
came around the racks.  "Who's your friend?"

   "Oh," um.  He smiled at her.

   "I'm Blake." She handed me the top.

   I slipped it on.  "How do I look?"

   "Fine."

   "Dad?"

   "Hmhm?" He glanced back, "Yeah, you can get that." She was smiling, and
bit her lip.  "You hungry, girls?"

   "I could eat." She pulled out a card at the checkout, so dad got out his
wallet.

   "You get a card?"

   "Ha, don't get any ideas, Stazzi."

   "Gift card," she held it up.

   "Besides, I like shopping with you."

   "Dad, my hair?"

   "Sorry, sweety." He payed, so we went out to wait for him.  While he
leaned over, and talked to the cashier

   "Ugh!"

   "OMG, your dad is so cool!"

   "Well," I smiled, "Yeah.  But yours lets you come to the mall, by
yourself?"

   She shrugged, "He likes surprises.  You're gonna be a great model."

   "Yeah?" I felt my hair, "Thanks!"

   "Yeah, you have great hair."

   "Come along, girls." So, we followed him to the food court.

   "Hihim!"

   "What?"

   "Look at his ass!"

   "Uh!  Blake?"

   "Well!  He's bae.  You know he's a babe, right?"

   "Well, yeah." My makeup felt hot.

   "What's he do?"

   "I'm a stock broker." He spread his hands at the food court, "So, what
do you girls want?"

   I know what Blake wants.  She just looked at him, so I looked around. 
Same places, they hadn't changed in the last week.  "How bout a salad? 
Someplace with salad."

   "Of course, hun." But he winked at her.  Just keep on smiling, bitch.

   "You're not on a diet."

   "Oh no, I'm vegetarian." And besides, "You know what red meat does to
your body?"

   "I'm sure you want to tell me all about it." She rolled her eyes, "How
about Sbarros?"

   "Whatever you want." So, he went with her, to pay.  I like her, she's
cool, but.  I don't know if I want her, dating my dad.  What?  He's single,
look:
My parents didn't shelter me, okay?  I don't know how you were raised,
but sex is a thing, she obviously has the hots for him, and since mom left.
Well, I guess I wish he'd settle down with a woman, and he's not going to
do that with Blake, because she's just another girl, you know?  He needs to
get married, again, not just another 1 night stand, and I like Blake, but I
don't want to hang out with her if she's doing my dad.  It's awkward, and
they always stop, whatever we're doing, to go bone in his room, so it makes
me jealous.  So, you want her, you can have her.  I don't even know her

that well anyway.

   "Uh!" She got a Calzone.  "Disgusting."

   "Hm?" She swallowed, "What?" Smiled with greasy lips.

   "Uh!  All that fat?" I looked down, significantly.

   "What, I'm not fat!"

   "Nwr?" Swallow, "But it's not good for your organts, either." Wiggled a
little lettuce out with my tongue.  Iceberg, but whatever.

   "You Italian?" She had her mouth full, so she just nodded, and smiled.
"I'm half Norwegan." And English, obviously.

   "And I read a study on cured meats, like sausage, pepperoni, bacon."

   "Oh, I love bacon!"

   "Yeah, me too."

   "Yeah, well it causes cancer.  Colo-rectal cancer."

   "Yeah?" She took another bite, shrugged.

   "My girl thinks she's going to live forever if she doesn't eat meat."

   "Dad, you said you'd support my decision!"

   "I do, honey.  But I'm not going to quit eating bacon just because you
threaten me with cancer.  Honey."

   See?  She's already getting between us.  So, I just ate in silence.  He
can have this one, I got plenty of friends.  Just play along, so the mall
security doesn't call the cops on him like some creeper, but he really
needs better taste in women.  Instead of random disposable fat sluts he
picks up at the mall all the time.  Yeah, I understand, he's a man, and he
has needs.  She's a girl, and I know he has an effect on them.  Seen it
happen enough all ready.

   "Huh!  Can we go!"

   "Yeah, sorry."

   Just go ahead, and bang her.  Then she can get out of my life.

   "What kind of name is Stazzi?"

   "Well, what kind of name is Blake?"

   "I asked you first."

   "Uh!" So, I looked it up, "Well, it's short for Anastacia."

   "Well, that's a great name.  I wish I was Stazzi."

   "Yeah?" Maybe she's not to bad.

   "Yeah, it's so aggro!"

   "Yah!"

   "You design too?"

   "What?"

   "Fashion?"

   "Well, I have a few studies.  They're not really good." But I want to.
That's where the real money is.

   "Mr.  Petersen, would it be all right if I hang out with you tonight?"

   "You need to call your dad?"

   "Oh no, he doesn't keep tabs on me."

   "I do.  You know, with a daughter as beautiful as my Stazzi."

   "Oh, dad."

   "I worry that she might run into the wrong guy, or be targeted for her
looks."

   "Yeah," she frowned, "There's a lot of creepy guys around.  You never
know when you'll run into one."

   "Nhghk!" Okay, maybe she's not so bad, after all.

   She got in back, with me.  So we can talk, dad even put some music on.

   {Sneaker Pimps - Roll On (Becoming X)}

   "You don't wear bras?"

   "Not all the time, you know what they do, to your boobs?"

   "Dr.  Stazzi." She teased, "I need one."

   "Yeah," I bet!  "Well, I don't need the support, and I don't want to get
all saggy in my 20s."

   It's a game, she's actually pretty good at it.  Teasing, we don't mean
anything by it, and don't let those social justice bitches lie to you about
shaming.  You don't just come right out and say you've got great tits. 
Like a guy, so you tease them.  It's fun!

   "Oh," she had her phone out, "Here's my dad." Holding her on a white
deck for the camera.  In a bikini, and a speedo.

   "Ooh!" I took it.  "Is that, Itali?" He's dark, and hairy, and tanned,
and all muscley!

   "Greece, um." She bit her lip, looked up.  "Pori, I think."

   "Where that?" Hey, if she's gonna look at my dad, and her dad looks like
that!

   "I don't know, some island.  There's a lot of them in Greece." She
nodded, "Just a little fishing trip, this summer."

   "Where's your mom?"

   "I don't know, probably the Bahamas right now.  You know Linda Beaver?"
Just do an Image Search, local celebrity.  "From the car commercial, Villa
Linda Mall is named after her?" She nodded, "He's going out with her."

   "Isn't she married?"

   "Yeah?  But this was just the 2 of us.  This is a real nice car."

   "Oh," so money.  "Yeah, you like the leather?"

   "Oh yeah." She felt the seat.  Picked up her drink, from the armrest
between us.

   "I never been to Greece, but we went to Itali."

   "Oh yeah?  Where?"

   "Oh, Rome, Naples, Sicili, Paris."

   "Hihin!  Paris isn't Itali."

   "Yah, all around the Mediterranian.  Kind of a foody tour, my dad's a
foody.  We hit Barcelona, and Marsailles, too."

   "Wow, sounds like a great trip." She smiled, nodding, "What's your
favorite place?"

   "Uh," I had to think, "Espania?" I guess, "I really got to work on my
Espanol, there."

   "Yeah, I didn't really get to learn much Greek, but we rented this
really nice yacht."

   "I bet," just the 2 of them.  Nice romantic view of some rocky, island.
What did she call it?  I bet there was a beach.  "What's Pori like?"

   "I don't know, just some rock in the middle of the ocean."

   "Sea."

   "Okay, sea then.  But it was like the ocean.  Dad said great fishing."

   "So, he likes to fish?"

   "Deep sea fishing?" She nodded.

   "You like fishing too?"

   "Not really, but mom just left, so he already had the tickets, and he
asked if I wanted to go."

   Explains the romantic island getaway for 2.  Or 3, somebody had to hold
the camera.

   "This is us," he pulled up the drive, and opened the garage.

   "Wow, nice place!"

   "Wait till you see inside." He grinned.

   "Where's your mom?"

   "She left." And that's all he had to say about that.

   "So, he's single."

   "Well, we can skip the tour, but." She took my hand, "You want to show
me your studio?"

   "Oh, I don't have a studio."

   "Well, where do you work on your clothes?"

   "Oh, up here." I took her to my room.

   ;

   Blake (ff)

   Nice room.  "Wow," a lot of clothes.

   "You like it." She nodded.  "Oh, over here." She showed me her drawing
table, like at art class.

   "So, you are a designer."

   "I'm working on it, but I'll find out when I get to fashion school."

   "Instead of modeling?"

   "Well, there's a lot of competition.  You know, every girl wants to be a
model, and we have a bit of a shelf life."

   "So," I think, "When you get older?"

   "Exactly, and it's what my dad calls diversifying.  Instead of putting
it all in 1 thing, you spread it out so 1 failure doesn't ruin you." She
sat down.  "You want to try some on?" Lots, and lots of clothes, and really
nice ones.

   "I don't know," I picked something up, "If you have anything that would
fit me."

   "Well, just the form fitting things." She pulled a wrap out, "But the
nice thing about my clothing concepts is they're not sized to fit, anyone.
Here," she draped it over my shoulder, so I stepped over to the mirrors. 
"See?  I was thinking maybe I could design for anyone.  Any body, so it's
like diversifying."

   "Good idea," and I like how the diagonal lines curved, then the fringe
draped back to my hip.  "Huh!" I shot out the other one, it just draws the
eye, to the exposed hip.  "How's it look on me?"

   "You really have a great body." Like she wasn't insinuating I was fat
for eating fat, back at the mall.  I guess I flirted it up too much with
her dad, and it made her jealous.  So, I stopped.  Shouldn't have started,
it was inappropriate, I just didn't think about it right away.

   "Thanks." I looked, "So like, a toga?"

   "Sorta.  Not, unlike that, but there's drapes and wraps like this in
every culture.  While dad was sampling the food, in Europe, I guess I was
looking at the clothes."

   "Yeah, especially in Paris, Rome, Milan?"

   "We didn't do Milan, but I mean in like Cordoba."

   "Cordova?"

   "Yeah, they just say Cordoba, in Espania.  They don't really use the V
sound there."

   "What's the fashion like there?"

   "It's not Fashion, it's just clothes.  So, that's where I got the idea
of Everyday Fashion, for Every Body."

   "So, affordable."

   "And versatile.  Look." She got a book out, "Tell me what you see."
Flipped through, page after page.

   "Clothes?"

   "Models?"

   "Yeah?" Modeling the clothes, that's what they do, I don't have to tell
her that.  "So?"

   "So, they're all the same.  So, all the clothes are made for that 1
body. You don't look like this." She tapped the page.

   "You do."

   "Yeah, but that's a vast, untapped market, all around me."

   "You don't like your body?"

   "I don't know.  It's okay, but I wish I could grow tits like that."

   I blushed, "Yeah?"

   "Yeah, women have hips, and breasts, and thighs.  The fashion industry
doesn't like to admit that, instead they present this ridiculously high
standard, and force women to conform to it.  I don't want any part of that,
it's uncomfortable for me, and I don't have to try to cram my thighs into a
size 4.  Or whatever size they call it."

   "Hihihn!  So youra fashion rebel."

   "Yeah," she put her hands up akimbo.  "Fashion.  Rebel!" Posed, so I
kept giggling.  "That's why I want to get into fashion in the first place.
To fight it, because it's evil.  It's bad for you."

   "Like eating meat."

   "Okay, well that's a whole nother industry I'm not even getting started
on, but I'm not a farmer, I'm privileged."

   "You're an activist?"

   "Yeah, kinda.  But protest doesn't do anything?  I mean, how many
protests have you seen, and how much actual change have they accomplished
since the 60s?"

   "I don't know," never really thought about it.

   "Well, take the Dakoda Access Pipeline, for instance."

   "Yeah, they stopped that."

   "Yeah, and there were hundreds of oil spills from hundreds of other
pipelines before the Army stepped in to stop that 1 project.  You see? 
That's what I'm talking about.  The people that get things done aren't
flying signs for justice.  They're the whistleblowers, and innovators that
show everyone there's a better way, so the Industries have to get in line!"

   "Wow, I wish I had, your.  Passion?  You really have it all thought out.
I mean, not just your career, and future, but you really want to change the
world?"

   "Not really, it's just fashion."

   "Yeah, but it's your life!  Your whole life, right?"

   "Yeah, I guess so."

   "I have no idea what I want to do with my life."

   "Well, you ever thought of going into modeling?"

   "Oh, I couldn't."

   "No, that's the industry standards again.  You're too short, too fat,
your hair's too dark and wavy."

   "So?"

   "So, you're not!  If I'm going to make clothes for everyone, I need
models that don't look like me.  All kinds of bodies, even yours."

   "I thought you said I had a nice one?"

   "No, I said you have a beautiful body.  I mean it, actually far above
average, which means it's not right for the more typical woman.  But it's
not their body, it's yours.  That's what my clothing is for, so that every
woman can be beautiful.  Even if it knocks me off my fucking pedestal of
priv'ledge."

   "Well, you're gonna be rich, and famous." But I do feel beautiful now.
So, that worked.

   "Yes, because I have to, to get anything done.  Privilege isn't about
giving up wealth, and power, it's about using those for good.  Instead of
making more wealth and power, by taking it away from everyone else." Like
her stockbroker father.

   "Oh." Okay?  "Hh, you want to fool around?"

   She turned.  "Are you hitting on me?"

   I touched her arm.  "Well, huh!  What with flirting with your dad, and
now you talking about how beautiful my body is." She pulled away, and
walked off.  "Huh!" I'm just really horny.  I'm Italian, it happens to us
Italian women.  "I'm sorry." I made her uncomfortable.

   "It's okay, I'm just not gay."

   "Me neither." I shrugged, and pulled the wrap off my shoulder.  It
looked great, don't get me wrong, but the lopsided.  Well, I don't guess
weight is really the right word, but it bothered me.

   "Bisexual."

   "No, I like guys.  I just.  Huh!  I like you.  You're cool, and
passionate, probably the most gorgeous woman I ever met, and actually got
to talk to.  I'm just really horny, and I don't want to just go out and
fuck your."

   "Oh, it's all right." She waved, off to the side.  "Go right ahead."
Didn't even turn around.  "Huh!" Just sighed.

   "I told you.  I don't want to." I touched her shoulder.  "He's too old,
and creepy." Too much like mine, except in the looks department.  "You
just." I kissed her shoulder.  "Made me feel so sexy." And I want to pay
her back.  "There's nothing gay about it?"

   "Yeah, right."

   "Huh!  It's not.  Gay.  I didn't know you're homophobic, I'll just go."
Finger myself off real quick in the bathroom, or something.

   "I'm not homophobic, just not gay."

   "I told you.  Neither am I." Maybe bisexual, but that doesn't feel
right. "You're just so tall." I felt her arms, "And beautiful, and
passionate." I just want her to kiss me.  So, she did.

   ;

   Ana (ff Toys.)

   "Hh!" Yeah, I tried it before.  With another girl, how I'm so sure I
don't feel anything, homosexual at all.  It was really kind of weird when I
started feeling it toward men, when I honestly hate them, and I can't get
over her extremely feminine body.  She's short, and dark, and voluptuous,
so utterly unlike mine.

   I don't know why she's different.  She's just some girl, I met at the
mall.  I ment it, she does have a beautiful body, but it's not about that.
I just don't know, what it's about.  All I know is I didn't feel gay.  At
all, when I kissed her, and she sighed on my mouth.

   "Let me get this makeup off." Yeah, maybe that'll break the spell. 
Nope? "Huh!" I dabbed out cold cream.

   "You masturbate?"

   "Of course.  I just think about guys."

   "Yes, of course.  So, it's like that, only.  Together, with someone
else."

   "You've done this before." Seduced other girls, and I have to admit.  I
do like to be seduced.  It just usually doesn't happen so fast.

   "Well, not a lot.  I have girlfriends, not like girlfriends, I mean.  We
don't date, we just hang out, and sometimes we get horny."

   "Yeah." Well, don't need the blush any more.  I wiped my face smooth
with a wipe, and felt my cheek with my fingertips.  I felt hot, I could see
it in the mirror, but I could feel it, with my fingers.

   "Yeah," she turned me, so I put my hand down.  "So, you can pretend to
ignore it, go slut it up with the closest guy, do it yourself, or just deal
with it."

   I nodded up, bit my lip.  "Mhm?"

   "There's nothing wrong with helping a friend." Finally, she bent down to
kiss me.  "Deal with it."

   "Okay." I got up.

   "You don't need makeup, and you know what it does to your skin?"

   "Ha!" She's very good at this game!  Using my own words against me, she
pulled off her shirt.  "So," I'm willing, "how do you do this?" I don't
want to eat any pussy.

   "Just like you do it, by yourself." She lay back on the bed, in her bra.


   "You really have a fantastic body." I just never found it sexy before.
Swimwear, no belly even without laying back so it hangs in, but busty,
bottom to match, nice broad hips that beg for something to drape off of
them, and a little curve in at the waist between them.  Even a little
jealous of her, my dad wasn't the only one that spotted her, but I'm used
to them looking at me, and she even got some looks.  "Huh!" I turned back
to the dresser.

   She unzipped her pants.  Tight, hip hugging, almost tights, but they
also formed her bottom nicely to compliment her narrow shoulders, and
impressive bust.  "Where're you going?"

   I pulled out my toy drawer.  Checked the bottle of lube.  May be enough
for both of us.

   "Is it like a mask?"

   "My makeup?" I looked back, but she was naked.  At least she had her
hand over her.  "Huh!" never really thought about it, "I guess you're
right?" I never really minded people looking at me, but I nodded.  Remember
even calling it warpaint, or armor.  "It makes me feel more confident, in
public."

   "It hides how you feel." I feel, well I really should be disgusted,
right?  I remember feeling disgusted, before, but it seems so long ago, and
far away.  "Toy girl?"

   I looked down.  "Yeah." Carried some of them over with the lube.

   "Your nails."

   "I'm not cutting my nails."

   "No, hihn!" She jiggled!  "I mean, it's easier with a toy." She held up
her hands, "When you have nails."

   "Oh," I nodded.  "You really have done this a lot."

   She grinned.  "Why's your toys, and lube clear across the room?"

   Sex addict, much?  "Because I know I have a problem." I nodded.

   "Well, I don't know about a lot." She moved over, but I just watched her
chest.  Shaking in her bra when she moved.  "I have a lot of horny friends.
I keeps us from doing anything rash, when we get horny."

   "You want me to take my clothes off?"

   "If you like." I just set down the toys.

   "For you?  It helps me get in the mood."

   "Uh," she held up my vibrator, "You got anything smaller?  I might have
to work my way up to this."

   "Oh," I turned back, "Yeah."

   "You want me to watch you strip?" I nodded.  "Okay, I'd like that."

   I just pulled off my top.  That felt better.  Not sexier, just cooler.
"How's this?" I showed her my smallest one.

   "Yeah, that'll do nicely."

   So, it's just like sharing toys.  I can do that.  I never did, before.
"I had a lesbian friend," I nodded.

   "Not any more?"

   "No," I look down, "We grew apart."

   "You tried it with her?"

   "Huh!  She seduced me." All right?  "I'm not made of stone," obviously,
but I started moving my hips, and rubbing my thighs together.  "Huh!"
Closed my eyes, and felt up and down my body.  "But she asked me if I was
bi curious, and I guess one thing led to another..."

   "Yeah, that's kind of how we discovered, well I'm not bi."

   "You just like to masturbate together."

   "Yeah.  Haha!  It helps, nh!  Hmmmm!  Mh?  Yeah, you know, sometimes
it's hard, to think about what you're doing, while you're doing it, and
feel it too?"

   "Mhm?" I slipped my skirt down my hips, and slipped my hands up between
my thighs.  Together, I felt my crotch.  Definitely getting damp.  "You
still think about boys." I tried to.

   Nope!

   Not a single one comes to mind right now.

   "Huh!"

   "I hope you don't mind, if I think about."

   "Me?"

   "Well, you're naked, right there." She bit her lip.  I nodded, shook my
head.  "I ment, your dad."

   "Oh no." I wouldn't have minded if she just banged him, but then we
wouldn't have had the chance to do this.

   Well, half naked.  I slipped the skirt off my feet on my way onto the
bed.  My bed, I have another girl in my bed.

   And

   I

   Ne

   Ver

   Felt so excited as this by it.  Before.  Before I met her.  "Blake?"
Even her boy's name.

   "Mhm?" She turned.  On the pillow, her hair on my pillow.

   I didn't know what to say, so I didn't.  I just turned my head, and
kissed her.

   Maybe I am turning gay?  Or bisexual, I just.  Never felt this way about
a girl before.

   {Author's Note: Don't worry about it.  It's like Race.  An identity, if
you identify as straight, you're straight.  If you have sex with someone,
of the same, or a similar sex, even if you fall in love.  Nope, still
straight.  TBPH the only thing wrong with it is worrying about it.  That's
what causes racism, sexism, homophobia, some erectile dysfunctions, and
makes straight men uncomfortable with anal sex.  It's NOT Gay.  Period. 
Nothing is, either you are, or you aren't.  Sexualities can change, but
nothing can make it happen.  So try it, try anything, secure in the
knowledge that it doesn't make you gay.  Short of rape, or other abuse. 
That does change things, it makes victims.}

   ;

   Blake (...)

   Nice little one.  It's got ridged, almost like edges, but curves in
between them.  And a nice little motor, not very powerful, but fast, which
really lit up my clit.

   It's funny, she danced for me to watch her, but closed her eyes, and
felt herself up.  Okay, "Huh!" She doesn't look like her dad, at all. 
Maybe the hair, same blond, not out of a bottle, but longer of course. 
Nice fashion bob that sets off her whole face, kind of like how her shawl?
Whatever it was she put on me really made my body look beautiful.  Sexy,
she made me feel sexy, but I was already so warmed up by her dad, and.

   Okay, I scare myself.  I'm glad she was willing to try this, because all
I wanted to do is run right down stairs, tear off his clothes, and jump up
and down on him.  But for now, the little head of the vibe is big enough,
with the opening clamped tight around it, and the edge buzzing delightfully
on the outside.

   WrRownwownwon!

   "Huh!"

   Yeah.  Great little vibe, I really need to get one of these.

   Ooh!  And the big one, she likes big fat toys, if the shear mass of the
nice heavy weight of this one is any indication.  I couldn't even fit it
all in my mouth, but he can't be.  This big.  Surely, no real human being
has one this fucking huge, and I can't believe she even thinks about trying
to fit this inside her.

   "SLRP!  Huh!" But that's the fantasy, right?  I mean, it's designed to
fit a baby-head through, but I even wonder what else she's got in that big
drawer full of toys.

   She sure talks a lot.  It's not like, nerdy.  I wouldn't call her a
geek, she's just so passionate about it, and it's a real turnon, but I
can't be bothered to remember what all we said, when I'm getting sexy, and
finally she's naked to come to bed so I can feel some hands on me, because
my hands are doing all right, with the toys, but they're not enough.

   "Gosh, you've got such nice perky tits!" I remember that, she said gosh.
Not shyly, I heard her say god, and fuck, and tits for that matter.  She
likes tits.  For a straight girl, but her career choice is basically
looking at women, any woman, and figuring out how to make her beautiful. 
Me beautiful, I feel gorgeous, as her.  Somehow she makes me feel as good
looking as her, and it's not gay.  It's beauty, beauty isn't even a female
thing, plenty of beautiful guys, and her father.

   "Smq!" Kissing my nipple.  "Shlp.  Pup!"

   "You like that?"

   "Sucking your tits?" She smiled.

   "Hhn!" I closed my eyes, and, "Nh!" Popped out the vibe to run a couple
more laps around my hot swollen clit until it tingled all the way up to the
tips of my hair, and makes my toes curl up.  "Hrnnn!" I just stretch, and
slip it down some more.

   "I love it, when guys do it."

   I just rubbed the back of her head, so she bent down.  Over to the other
side, and sank her thumb in so it popped out on top so she could kiss it,
too.

   "Neah!"

   "Smch," and suck it hard like a hickey while the ridges sawed in and out
of me as fast as my hand would go.

   "Nh, hmhHhn!" I stretched, deliciously.  "Hahn!"

   She kissed me some more, and I felt her nails.

   "Hhih!" My tummy jumped a little, then she reached my pubes, and
scratched them.  Lightly, but it still felt fantastic, while the vibe kept
vibing deep inside, and I just rubbed my hip with my hand.  And her back,
her long, hard, almost muscular back.  She's got kind of a boyish figure,
especially in the hips.  For a girl, she's not manly at all, but tall, and
lean, and "Nhm!" I just nodded, biting my lip as the ridges popped, one by
one out.  Then back in.  Then out, then "NGH!" She rubbed my wet clit
around with her thumb.  "Ah fuck what a good little vibe."

   "Yeah, it's one of my favorites.  Too." Then his mouth covered mine, and
he swirled his tongue in around and round, plunging in and out of me so
fast.

   "Mhmhmhmhmhmh!" Finally.  I shuddered, and she let go.  Let the deep
vibrations do the work, and stopped kissing me, so I could try to breathe.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhrhn!  Huh!" I stretched, and twisted, feeling her nice sheets
slip under my calf, and the side of my foot.  The thin wrinkles under my
ass, and bunching up in the small of my back.  The pillow brushing my
shoulders, and bunching up behind my neck.  My head sinking in from my body
arching up off the firm mattress, and her long thin firm fingers playing up
and down, all around my tummy, and sides, and thighs, and kissing the
center of my chest.

   "Ohh, god!" That was such a good one.  "Pull it out, Nh!" I nodded, and
caught my breath.  "Hhihih!" She held me, kissed me, and I didn't drift off
to sleep.  But I thought about it.  "Smq!"

   "Snhhhhh!  Huh!"

   "Satisfied?"

   "Yeah," she looked so beautiful.  I felt her face, even a little acne,
on her jaw, and ran my thumb up her long firm shapr looking nose.  Traced
out over her eye, a little stubble where she shaved it, then wiped off her
eyebrows, before she came to bed.  Glanced back at her exquisite sapphire
eyes, and got stuck, a moment.  "Smq."

   "Smq, good." She grinned, "Cause now I'm horny as fuck, so you better
make it up to me."

   "Okay," I sat up.

   "Blake?"

   "Mhm?"

   "I think I am bisexual."

   "Okay, lay down."

   "Huh!" She brushed her hair up with her hands, and flopped it on the
pillow.  "Nobody's made me feel like this, ever before?"

   I nodded, felt up and down her tight muscular abs.  She relaxed, closed
her eyes, and felt between my legs.

   "Snh!" Just a swipe, up the middle once she felt my labia apart, then
she held it up.  "Snhh!" Smelled her middle finger, still wet from my
satisfied sex, then tasted it.  "Smp!" She nodded.  "Yeah," she grinned,
"Totally bi now."

   "Well," I stirred my fingertips in the stubble of her pubes.  "Good."

   "Mhr!" She nodded.

   "Wait till you come down.  I know, how this fels the first time.  I felt
it too, but after I got a chance for my head to clear out.  All that sex.
Huh!  Just wait and see, okay?"

   "Yeah, .  Yeah?  Huh!  Yeah.  Okay, but I feel pretty bi for you, right
now."

   "Okay."

   "Kiss me?"

   "Okay."

   "Huh!" she's not going to need much lube!  Well, I looked over at her
big toy.  Maybe.  "I knew this girl.  First one I fooled around with. 
We're friends, then best friends, I let her seduce me, and then."

   "You didn't have feelings for her?"

   "I did, but.  She got, huh!  Scary.  After years, she wanted me to run
away and move in with her, then I broke up with her, and she started
stalking me.  She terrified me, and then she stopped."

   "What happened?"

   "I don't know, I never saw her again."

   "Oh.  Um, can you go get me something?"

   "What?"

   She nodded, all the way across the room.  Huge room, by the way, I've
seen smaller apartments, lots of furniture too, but plenty of open space.

   "The buttplug.  The little red one?" Glad she said that, with 3 to chose
from, but the smallest.

   But remembering her, helped clear my head.  I just have to remind
myself, how bad it can get.  Not my first straight girl, I've taught this.
You don't have to be gay, or even bisexual to help eachother get off. 
"Yeah thanks." She handed me the lube, so I wet my fingers, and got it nice
and slick.  On her side, so she could feel back, down her already greased
up crack.

   "You like this?" Obviously, she asked for it, but how?  How she wants it
makes a difference in how you do it.

   "Even better?  Yeah, just.  Nh!  Ihn?  Huh!" It's really rather small,
not much bigger around than the vibe she used on me, but she snapped tight
aorund the base.

   "It's pretty." There's a little plastic jewel, in the.  Well, on the
butt.

   "Ruby.  Her name is ruby." She named her buttplug.

   "Okay?" She just rolled back, left it in.

   "Snh!  It feels so much better." Rubbing her fingertips in, fast. 
"Huh!" And slapping it.  'huH!" A couple times.  "Mrh!"

   A little, kinky?  It's okay, I've seen a lot kinkier.

   "Um, you lick;" She looked up.

   "Pussy?" What it's called.  I just nodded.  I don't like it, but I don't
hate it.  Another way I know I'm straight, but she wants it.  She might
even need it, and she just did me.  So good.

   "Snh!" Not too bad.  "Slp?"

   "Huh!" She got even redder.  She's pale, but I watched her body, flush
deeper, so quickly.  "Hrhhhm!" She just felt herself up, but I watched her.
From there, lapping about medium speed, but I do like this.  Watching her,
enjoy it.  I'm really rather proud of my oral skills, even being a straight
girl.  Especially for a straight girl, I'm good at it.  It's not easy,
especially the first time, because every girl is different.

   So, I like this part.  The puzzle, figuring out what she likes, and how,
so I slowly worked my way through the different ways.  Vertical lapping?  A
nice flat brush up to her pubes, then swab around and round in the stubble
with my tastebuds.  Salty fresh sweat.  Girl sweat, not at all like the
harsh stink of stale mansweat.

   "Hahhhhhh!"

   "Hmmmm!" Her neck twisted, and her shoulders the other way.  So yes,
breath.  It drives some girls crazy, others get distracted, and at least
one was turned off, but I don't have to hold my breath.

   "Slrslp!"

   "Ahauhn!" She humped.

   "Whhhhhhw!" Blew it dry, with my fingertips to hold her open.  Her wet
little clit exposed.

   "No, don't."

   "Okay." So, not that.  Trial, and error.  "Ling?  Lilith."

   "Hah, yeah." Lick my lips, but I think I got the basics.  A few yes, a
couple no, or mehs.  But not a whole lot of clit.  Enough to suck out
really, it's not tiny, but I can't even pinch the hood all that well. 
However, I can tug it out with her flaps.  Wings, labia minora, but that's
too dry, and with my lips wet too, they slip out.  So, I split them with my
thumb, and get one.  "Lip!" Lap up the other.  "Lip!"

   "Huh!" she scratches her stubble.  Oh, another tip: If she does it to
you, it's probably because she tried it, and likes it.  New one on me,
don't Ever think you tried it all, but I can't realy reach, without
covering up, and she can.  But scratching pubes.

   "You shave." Yeah, she knows.

   "I like the stubble."

   I nodded back, and went back down.  She bumped my nose with the backs of
her nails, when I dug it in and "SnhHhHhr!" Rubbed it back and forth in her
stubble.

   "Huhuh!" Yeah, she liked that.  "Um, can you fuck me?"

   "Now?"

   I got up.

   "Yeah, pull the plug." She got up.  Bent over to wave it in front of me,
but.  "Ow!"

   "Sorry." Felt the edge of my nail catch.

   "Huh!  She nodded, so her hair flopped.  "Pull it.  Nh, huh!  Slow,
hahH!" Such a loud sigh, of pleasure.  It slipped shut, and clenched,
sucked in and popped right back out.  "Nh!" With her grunt.

   I didn't draw blood, I couldn't even see where I scratched her, but I
kissed it.

   "Huh?" Her back arched up.  "You like that?" Bony.  Especially her
spine, stretched tight as it is.

   "Not really," and more than pussy.  "Do you?"

   "Yeah." Over by the drawer.  "What do you want?"

   "Deep purple."

   "Okay," the darkest purple one, long thin and textured.  Not realistic,
but a lot of random raised lines snaking all around it I felt with my still
tacky hand.  I added more lube.

   "Ready?"

   "Slow."

   "Okay."

   'hhHHK!" She held her breath, so I touched her, and wiped her wings away
with the tip.  Rubbed my hand down flat, to spread her with her cheeks, and
she pushed back.  Like a horse when you brush it's side.  She put her head
down, So I came around the side where I could see her face, and started
working the tip in.  No head, just a blunt rounded point, flaring out to
the roughly penis sized shaft, but I didn't fuck her like a man.

   Okay, guys tend to stick it in, and fuck away to a quick finish.  Not
all men, but there's a mode.  Been with plenty of them too, and a lot of
them called me slut when they found it out.  You want to get good at it? 
Pay attention, and practice practice practice.  There's really no other
secret.  She said slow, but what men can't do, because it's attached to
them, is wiggle, twist, and swirl it around, because hips don't do that. 
Get all the angles, and the twists help too.  To get all the skin out of
the way, instead of sliding right through, until I got to the girth, and
the start of the raised details.

   So, I fucked her like a girl with a toy.

   "Hhh!" Slowly, straight back, but the bas relief handled all the twists,
and turns for me.  "Yeah, deeper.  Nh!" I stopped.  "No." She licked her
lips, drooling, "Don't stop."

   "But," I'm pretty sure, "That's your cervix."

   "Yeah.  Keep going."

   "Okay," slowly, just a little pressure, then a little more, and harder.

   "Nhuh!" She winced.  "No, more." So, I pressed again, and again.  Slowly
fucked it deeper, but she moved.  Slightly, just to get it straight on the
tip, because I can't feel it.  Just a firm slightly flexible rubbery hunk
of some kind of plastic.  I'm guessing silicone.

   "Nh, nh, nheah, haaaaAAAHHH!  NEAH!"

   And then, the resistance went away.  I blinked.  I can't see it, or feel
it, from here, but I just held it in.  A moment, to let her get used to I'm
going to say about an inch and 3 quarters, of diameter.

   All the way in.  Her cervix.

   I can't imagine.  "Hh, yeah, slp!  Hh, nh." She nodded, "Naoh, fh. 
Fuuughahd!  NeaAAAUH!"

   It had to hurt.  She just wanted more.  I gave her, maybe a couple more
inches, before I backed out, because I've hit an ovary before.  It fucking
hurts.

   "Neah, fuck me, fuck it in, neah, auh, AUH!"

   The ring of my thumb, and finger bumped her, and slipped, but I worked
it in, and out, maybe a couple inches.

   "Nh yeah, faster, faster, hauh HAAH!" I stopped, "Noh, more!"

   Just to switch my grip, but I twisted gently.

   "Nh!  Fuck!  yeah.' She sighed, so I started wiggling, and adding some
twistis into the short quick thrusts.  But mostly, because I saw her,
pucker, and spasm.

   I like it too, especially when my ass lights up from getting fucked.

   "Ah got yes, lickmyass HUHN!"

   I just held it, the point of my tongue, but pressed it deeper, and
deeper, with continuing thrusts, twists, and wiggling to make her gasp,
grunt, clench, pucker and spasm.  And felt up, scratched her pubes, betting
that.  No, I knew, for pretty damned certain she was close, and that would
push her over the edge.

   'nghn!' She just spasmed, and whimpered, but her asshole went into
overdrive, sucking at my tongue.  I could feel it in the toy, the hard
rapid contraction, I think it bulged a little, or maybe like a low
throbbing vibration.  I couldn't tell, but I slipped it out.

   "HuhuAH!" Then back in, and plunged her till she screamed.

   "AHYEAYAYAYAYHYAhyha yeah yeah, yeah.  Neah." Just lean her over. 
Gently set down her hip, and crawl on behind her.  Hold her, feeling her
shudder, and it dying down to shivers.  Her quick shallow gasps getting
deeper, longer, and farther between.  Feeling up and down her side, her
arm, around her belly, breasts, the top of her thigh until she stopped.

   "How was that?"

   She nodded.

   'god,' her voice sounded tiny.  Then breathless whisper.  'i never got
fucked like that.'

   "Good," I kissed her neck, and got up.

   Happy for her.  I'm sorry, I just can't describe the satisfaction of
satisfying someone like that.  And if more men would let me, I would do it
for them, too.

   That's why I don't have to be gay.  To enjoy sex with women.

   ;

   Stazzi (fm Sedu)

   Okay, I officially have a weakness for Italians.  It started as an
attraction, then when in Rome.  I did the Romans, they're just so romantic,
and tanned, and hairy, and that accent!?  Uhuhn!  Then in Napels, then in
Sicilia, then again in Barcelona, Madrid, and Cordova.

   "Hihn!" And Spaniards.  Different accents, same fucking problem. 
Giselle was French, but dark, and taller, and more developed.  Latin men,
there's less of a language barrier, but someone always speaks English, at
least most of the places we went.  So, I took a shower, a long hot steamy
shower, to get her out of my hair, and.  "Why did she have to be Italian?"

   Italian men?  Okay, not just Italian men.  Maybe it's just her, but I'm
now officially bisexual, and she's just.  Not going to let me fall in love
with her, is she?  I know, I can tell, girls can tell.  It was fun, she
enjoyed it too, but she's straight, so just friends.

   I do not want to just be friends.  It's kind of heartbreaking, but I
have to admit that, and try to keep it in mind.  It's not easy, but she
needs clean underwear, I need to think what to pack to continue this
fashion show over there, and I'm just not ready for this whirlwind romance
to end.  She never promised me forever, or love, or any of the other things
Latin men always do.  She was honest about it from the start, she just had
to get off, and now I really really need to not get my heart set on her.

   Shake my head, "Italians" drying my hair.  I hate to stereotype them,
knowing full well what that sounds like, but at this point it's time to
notice the pattern.  They break my heart.  It's not a 1 night stand, it
never was, usually a weekend to weak.  But they're like Kryptonite.  They
make me weak, fall in love, then break my heart.

   It's almost like, coming home?  After a long trip away, thank god the's
still dressed when I come back, and she's got the new top on.  So, I put on
the matching one I got, over a bra for one.  Layering, more to get through,
before I fall into her and drown.  I love it, every minute of it, just
don't forget where we're headded.

   She won't be mine, forever.  They never are.

   "Jesus, you save me any hot water?"

   "No, sorry." It was a long shower.

   "Huh!  All right." I just busied myself stuffing my bags, with
materials, my sewing kit, sketch book, colored pencils, and.  "Uhm," That
should do it.  I think, but I can't think with her just standing there,
watching me, and the stench of sex filling up my room.  My whole room,
she's driving me crazy, and I'm lauging all the way down the road!

   Dad smirked in the garage, and looked at her.  She looked at me, then
back at him.  Blushed, then he grinned.

   "Dad?" It was a long shower.

   "What?  How could I say no?"

   "Blake?"

   "Huh!" she got in back, and slouched.  Wouldn't look at me, so I got in
front.

   See?  Heartbreakers, every last one.

   "You girls have a good time?"

   "Did YOU!?" I punched him in the arm, hard as I could.

   "HahaHey, I'm sorry.  You're not usually so jealous, but I just went
down to work it off in the weight room."

   "Blake?" I turned back over the seat.

   "Huh!" She nodded.  "Well?  I went down, to see if there was another
shower."

   "There's a pool, too."

   "I know, I just.  Didn't make it.  To the pool."

   "It just kinda happened."

   "Well, it always just kinda happens with you, huh dad?"

   "Honestly, you never had a problem with it before."

   "No, I just got used to it, because you wouldn't stop!"

   "What can I say, girls find me irresistable."

   "Yeah, but there's lots and lots of girls.  Why can't you ever let me
have 1 friend, without, always fucking it up?"

   "I'm sorry."

   "I know," at least she looked up at me.  With those big brown eyes, wet
with tears, and streaming down her cheeks.  "You said it would be all
right."

   "I," had to looking away.  "I thought I would.  Huh!  Nh nh nhn nh!" And
then she broke my heart.  I knew she would, not even surprised how, but
that doesn't make it any easier.  "Hhihihih!" I fumbled the tissues out of
the glovebox, and blew my nose before I wiped my eyes.

   "Huh!" Then I checked my purse.  Knew I wasn't remembering something. 
Makeup, so I had to make do with what little I had at the mall.

   "Right here." I pointed.  "See you later?" When he pulled up.

   "No," I got out.  "Grab the bags."

   "You really want to hang out with me, after what I did to you?"

   "Well," I got the tissues out of my purse, "Here." She wiped her eyes.
"Huh!  I sure don't want to go back home with dad." What he did to me. 
Again.  "I don't blame you, really.  Huh!  I know, as well as anyone how
hard he is to resist."

   For anyone else, I'm not going to try to explain what it's like to grow
up with a powerful man like that.  She knows, so I don't have to.  Ask
Ivanka.  Or Chelsea.  That level of charm, and seductive Power.  Bill, and
Don aren't even as attractive, but weigh that against having the nicest
Office in the country.  Ask Monica.  That's what they're like, my dad.

   And, "Oh," My.  God!

   Smooch, Smooch.  Cheek to cheek.

   "And who is 'zis."

   Italians.

   Fuck.

   I look back, but dad already drove off.

   "Huh!" I should have known this was a bad idea.  I did, but I had no
idea, how bad an idea, this was.

   "I mus' say.  Blake hahs brought some beautiful young ladies home, but I
can not remember one as beautiful as zis."

   I was in love.  Instantly.  Twice in 1 day.  Damn it!  Fucking Italians?

   "What?" I shook my head, "Kind of accent is that?"

   "German." I followed her in.  "Dad, this is Stazzi."

   "What?" That, expression changed.  Back to that panty dripping heart
throbbing grin, but I saw it.  A glimpse of it, too fast to catch.

   "Is nozink." I swear to god.  "Just a coincidence, but I have, a little
trouble, with Stazzi in Hahmburg."

   "Uh!" That scoff, and the way she rolled her eyes told me shead heard
this story too many times before.

   "Who?" I shook my head.

   "The East German Secret Police." She dropped my bag, and her purse. 
"I'm gonna go get a shower.  You two have fun."

   "Let me get that."

   "Thanks!" I followed him back to her room, and set down my art bag.

   "Wahs 'zis?"

   "Some art supplies." I went back out, don't want to feel.  Trapped, in a
bedroom, alone with him.

   "You are an artist?"

   "And you are."

   "A businessman."

   "A ligitimate business?"

   He shrugged.  "Import, export?"

   "German Secret Service.  And Interpol?"

   "You wan to hear?" This.  Accent.  I've been to Hamberg, I know the
accent.  I consider myself fairly well traveled.  I sat down, and nodded.
It's a mix, of German, and Italian, and even more intoxicating than either
alone.

   I just have to control myself, so "Yeah." Keep her talking, until she
gets out of the shower.

   "Well," He put his leg up, in pants, but I can't help but remember him
in a spedo, tanned, with his arm around me to pose for the camera in a
bikini against the backdrop of some random Greek island on the deck of a
rented yacht.

   Can't help but think the word Mafia.  Nothing that bad, he made it sound
more like a spy thriller.  This is not helping my hot pants, one little
bit. "So, I was bringing in some Art, from Berlin...."

   How long could she stay in the shower, anyway?  I looked around, "Mhm?"
Nice condo, tasteful decor, a lot of Bauhaus, modern, a bit industrial chic
from the stark angular polished metal of the banister, and cables holding
up the stairs to the sleeping loft.  "Yeah?" Fascinating, just tune him out
so his voice doesn't shake my underpants right off, then float me up to the
balcony, and his waiting bed.  Just cross your legs, don't rub your thighs
together.  "You don't say."

   "Are you feeling.  All right?"

   "Yes."

   Thank god he got up.  "Would you like a drink?"

   "Yes, a glass of wine, if you have any."

   "I have a lovely Gervertztreminor chilled, or I could open a reizzling?"

   "Huhhuh!" Okay, don't just slip down to wrythe on the floor like Wanda.
Could you, just not.  Say anything, quite so fucking German, like that? 
It's not helping!  "The white?"

   "The Reizzling then."

   "Yes, that will be fine."

   Try not to shake it out of the glass on the way to the couch.

   Oh good, she came out, but went right to her room.  In a towel, around
her hair.  God what a fantastic body.  Yes, good.  Just the distraction I
needed.  So, I took a sip.  "Mh!" I nodded, got up.  "I'm just going to. 
Check on her.  Real quick."

   He got out a pipe, waved me on, and a pouch of rich smelling tobacco.

   She was in bed.  "You going to sleep?"

   "Yeahuh!" She nodded.  "Sorry, but I just started to crash in the
shower. Um, you mind doing the fashion thing, tomorrow?"

   Single bed.

   "Um," I looked back.  Shut the door.  "Where will I sleep?"

   "Well," she sat up.  Still naked.  "Huh!  The couch isn't that
comfortable." However gorgeous it may look, "So, if you like.  You can
sleep upstairs."

   "What about." I turned back to her door.  "Your father."

   "It's all right." ...  "I'm sure he won't mind." ...  "Your company." I
looked back.  "Huh!  I'm really sorry about, what happened back at your
place."

   "But he's your father!"

   "Yeah," she grinned.  "I know.  I saw you looking at him, and." She
waved, "Go on, get it out of your system."

   I noticed something on the corner of her dresser.  "You sure, you won't
mind?"

   "It's the least I can do, and I can tell we're not going to get anything
accomplished with you so distracted."

   "Huh." She's right.  "You're right." So, I went back out.

   "I'm zorry." He got up.  "I won't bore you with old war storiz. 
Please." He took my hand, "Hava zeet." Gently lowered me back to the couch.
"Tell me, a little about yourzelf.

   "Well," I can talk about fashion all night.  I'm not tired, and with the
tension broken, I'm not even in any hurry.  "You want to show me around." I
paced to the stairs, or the railing, and leaned against it.  "You've been
to Pori?"

   "Where?" I glanced over at the videocassette.  I left on the coffee
table, looked up, "What's up here?" Went around the rail.  "An island," the
triggering image, "On the Arxepilagos, between Kithera, and Antekythera?" I
nodded.  "Oh!" Bedroom.

   "Oh, yes.  The rock, we sailed past there."

   "And took a picture, together." In a speedo, I sat down, and felt the
blanket.  Comforter, satin douvet cover.  "Nice!"

   "Stazzi," he looked uncomfortable.  "You're my daughter's friend."

   "Not any more," I shrugged, "Call me Morion."

   "E' skuzzi?"

   "No," I got up.  "Do you know, what covert incest, does to a girl?" He
backed up, shaking his head, "Do you even know what covert incest is?" I
grabbed his belt.  "Careful!" Backed to the rail, I pulled up, "Ngh!" With
both hands, so he had to hold onto me.  "Now, I'm not asking." I leaned
closer.  "Don't make me rape you." He couldn't lean back, or stop me, from
kissing him.

   {All right, I don't really have to hint at which one's white, and which
one's Korean, because it didn't happen that way.  Of course, but it's
written so that the verbal abuse "Game" they play is cooperative, instead
of a one-sided constant campaign of emotional abuse to break her, and
Brainwash her.

   Unsuccessfully, I might add.  She can't conceive of anyone being her
equal, so the assumption is that it's working, especially when the "Victim"
plays along.  Then, rewrite it to make it sound mutual, when in fact she
only superficially submitted to manipulate her right back.  The only way to
manipulate an Assertive Malignant Narcissist:

   By letting her think she's won.  I will point out that at the end she
starts to reveal herself to the Father.  (Eddie.) A Morion, you'll have to
check her out in \Parent Directory/Generations/Fantasy to read about what
that means, because it's a very long story...}