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This chapter contains MF Rom Any and all comments can be sent to mrfreeze06SPAMSUCKS@hotmail.com. Just remove the SPAMSUCKS from the address. Bellaire Belles Chapter Four By Mr. Freeze I sighed in pleasure as she sank on my member, straddling me on my bed. I grabbed her grapefruit sized breasts in my hands and kneaded them in my hands. Finding her nipples, I began gently flicking them with my thumb and forefinger. "Oh my god Greg, you are such a wonderful lover," she exclaimed. She threw back her head for a few strokes and then threw herself back into me. I brushed back her fiery red hair and licked her neck with a passionate stroke. I tried in vain to lick her ear but she was bucking against me too wildly to have that precise of control with my tongue. "Oh god baby, I am so close, I am so close," she panted, picking up her pace. I was getting close myself. The sheer eroticism of the moment was enough to take me over the edge in such a short amount of time. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OHHHHHHH SHIT! FUCK! OH YEAH! FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed as her orgasm took her. Her contractions sent me over the edge, allowing me to shoot my cum into her in one of my most intense orgasms ever. "God baby, I felt every squirt," she groaned. "My god Ashley," I gasped. "You are so wonderful. I love you so much..." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I awoke with a start in my cold dark bedroom. I looked up at the ceiling fan above the bed spinning, seemingly out of control. I felt the wetness on my naked stomach. I knew what it was, but made no move to clean myself. I lay there contemplating what happened in my dream and what bearing they had on my feelings for Ashley. I wanted her back in my life but now I was unsure if I really loved her or if I was really falling in love with Sarah. An hour later I climbed out of bed, bathed in a cool sweat, dried cum on my stomach cracking as I stood. I wandered into the bathroom and started the water in the shower. As the water warmed up I stood in complete silence, deep in my depressing thoughts. Did I love Ashley? Did I love Sarah? Did I love both of them? I knew for sure I wanted Ashley back in my life, but how much? I returned back to the reality that I would probably never see her again. My actions had pretty much guaranteed that. I stepped into the warm shower and let the warm water just cascade over me. Twenty minutes later the water ran cold and I realized that I hadn't even washed myself. I stepped out of the shower, quickly dried off and then went back into the bedroom to get dressed. As I finished putting my t-shirt on, the phone rang. "Hello, Coleman residence," I said. I was using my Aunt's name in case it was someone looking for her. "Hello lover," said Sarah over the phone. "Hi baby," I said, gaining a bit of pep. "What time do you want me and Bree to come over?" she asked cheerfully. "I figured I would fire up the grill around noon so you are welcome any time around there," I said yawning. "You just woke up?" asked Sarah giggling. "Yeah, rough night," I replied without thinking. "How so?" said Sarah, her tone now serious. "Oh, just some bad dreams," I said offhand. "What were you dreaming about?" asked Sarah. "I don't remember," I lied. "You have to remember if it kept you up all night," pushed Sarah. "Just drop it Sarah," I snapped. There was a brief silence on the phone. "Look, I gotta get to the store, I will see you when you get here," I said rudely and hung up the phone. As the phone hit the cradle I realized what I had done. I was working on my third lost "girlfriend" in a month's time. I scrounged through the pile of papers next to the phone frantically looking for her phone number. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why couldn't I be more organized? It wasn't in the pile of papers. I ran over to Grace's desk and looked around for her address book. I searched frantically through every drawer until I found it. I paged through three times looking for her name. Of course it wouldn't be in there you dumb ass, I thought to myself. Sarah was her next-door neighbor. Why in the hell would she have Sarah's number in her book? I finally gave up and settled on apologizing to her later when she came over. I spent the rest of the morning getting ready for the barbeque. I had to go to the store to get some extra ingredients that weren't already in Grace's fridge. I mixed up a couple extra pitchers of spice tea because I knew that Sarah liked it so much. I then marinated the chicken filets and waited for noon to arrive. At precisely noon, the doorbell rang. I answered the door, surprised to see just Brianna standing there. Brianna was a smaller and younger version of her mother. She had the same long dark hair in a ponytail and the same dark complexion. She even had a tone and fit body, at least for a fourteen-year-old girl. She definitely wasn't as developed yet with two small mounds poking out of her chest instead of the round globes her mother had. She was wearing a light blue Abercrombie and Fitch cutoff t-shirt and a pair of hipster jean shorts. Her feet were bare except for a couple toe rings and an ankle bracelet. If I were any younger than nineteen, I would probably do everything in my power to get her to date me. She was just a knockout. "You must be Brianna," I said offering my hand to her. "Yes, my mom said that she would be a bit late and for me to come over," she said unsure of herself. "You are every bit as pretty as your mother," I said, trying to score points with her so she might approve of my relationship with her mother. I wasn't exactly lying anyways. Brianna blushed. "Thank you." "Would you like some iced tea, a coke perhaps?" I offered. "Is it Grace's tea?" she asked hopefully. "Yep, I found her secret stash " I said smiling at her. "I love her tea," she enthused. I went in the kitchen and poured two glasses of tea and checked on the chicken for good measure and then went back into the living room. I handed Brianna a glass and then sat down on the couch across from her. "So you must be starting high school in September," I said making conversation. I really didn't know what to talk about with a young teenaged girl. "Yeah, I am starting at St. Vincent's in St. Pete," she said matter-of- factly. "Isn't that one of the best high schools for the arts in the Southeastern United States?" "Yes it is, "said Brianna. "I like to sing and dance." "Could you sing something for me?" I asked enthusiastically. "Sure," said Brianna, finally smiling. She sang a verse of "What I Did for Love" from "The Chorus Line". I got goose bumps as she nailed every bit of the song. Her voice was clear and crisp, not to high as to be irritating and not to low that it sounded like a boy. Her voice was that of a Siren, drawing me into her performance. When she finished I only had one word for her. "Wow," I gasped. "Was it ok?" she asked hesitantly. "Girl, that was better than ok, that was phenomenal." "You are just saying that to get on my good side so I will let you date my mom," said Brianna frowning. "I don't give out compliments like the one I just gave you lightly. You are very talented. I can see how you managed to get in to St. Vincent's with that voice of yours alone. As far as getting on your good side, I don't make it a habit to blow smoke up anyone's ass." I blushed when I realized I had just sworn in front of her. Brianna just giggled. "I think I believe you," she said smiling at me. "Mom was right, you really are a nice person." "You sure you aren't blowing smoke up my ass," I said winking at her. "Hey, if you ever hit it off with my mom, I need someone who is willing to spoil me silly," she said winking back at me. "You sure you are fourteen?" I joked, winking back at her. "I haven't seen people my age as calculating as you are." Brianna blushed. "So what else do you do to keep yourself entertained?" I asked. "Mostly getting some sun, swimming, hanging out with friends. What about you?" "Me?" I said surprised, not expecting to have my own question thrown back at me. "Well there's school of course where I study Marine Biology. I like to scuba dive and go boating." "I love going boating!" exclaimed Brianna. "My friend Carla's dad takes me all the time on his boat with Carla." "Well maybe I can take you out on my Aunt's boat sometime," I said standing up. I ruffled Brianna's hair a bit. "We will have to check with your mom first though." I walked out to the patio and fired up the gas grill to get it warm enough to throw the chicken on. I pondered how mature this young girl was. Her mom had done a heck of a job raising her. Not many people her age had that much direction in their lives. Hell, even I didn't have that much direction until the midpoint of my first semester at USF. I walked back into the house only to be met by Sarah in the kitchen. She gave me a smoldering kiss. "Sorry, I am late," she said with an impish grin," but I had some errands to run." "Well I am happy you are here," I said. I gave her a small peck on the lips. "So, is Bree giving you any troubles?" "No," I said. "She is a very charming young lady. It is hard to think that she is just a teenager sometimes." "I have said the same thing about you the past couple of days too," said Sarah lightly touching my nose with her finger. She turned and walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room. As soon as I stopped blushing, I went outside to grill the chicken. Lunch was a smashing success. The girls loved my cooking. We ended up talking more about Brianna's wishes to be an actress. She told me about all the dance classes, voice lessons, and acting lessons she had gone through and was continuing to go through. Sarah was telling me how much of a pain in the ass it was to get her from one class to another. Brianna helped me clean up in the kitchen while Sarah made some phone calls for her charity work. I was constantly amazed at her passion for the theatre and what she was willing to do to be an actress. After cleaning up we played a few games of Scategories. Sarah and I both took a solid pounding from Brianna as she came up with answers that just boggled our minds. I was starting to realize how much potential this girl had. At around four the two had to leave. Both had plans that evening and they needed to get ready. Sarah sent Brianna home first and stayed to give me a special good-bye kiss that ended with me having an earth shattering orgasm and her having a mouthful of my seed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day I called Sarah up and asked her if she could do lunch with me. She said she would be delighted and was over in ten minutes. I answered the door to see my sexy lady dressed in a very attractive low cut floral dress with a wide brimmed white straw hat and a matching floral scarf. It was casual, yet spoke volumes of her wealth and good taste. "My, my. You look wonderful." "You do too, handsome." I really wasn't dressed in anything special. I was just in a pair of khaki shorts and golf shirt with a nice pair of shoes. "So, where are we dining this afternoon?" asked Sarah. "We are going up to Clearwater Beach," I responded, not clueing her into the exact place. "Too many tourists there," she said under her breath. "Quiet you," I teased. "I happen to like this place we are going quite a bit." "As long as I am with you I don't care where it is." I blushed at her comment and went in the kitchen to grab the keys to the Mercedes. When we went out the door, we were greeted by the midday Florida heat and humidity. Only a nice breeze off the ocean made it tolerable. We hopped into the Mercedes and made our way over to Clearwater Beach. I parked the car off on a back street knowing the tourists typically didn't know it existed. I then took Sarah's hand and walked her over a block and into Britt's Seaside Café. Britt's is your typical outdoor seaside café. It has a nice cover to prevent one from getting wet from the daily Florida showers, a gorgeous view of the ocean and the beach, and a quaint menu of seafood specialties. I liked going there because it was a great place to people watch. People are always walking down the sidewalk past the place and because they were all tourists, they were all different. "Hi Greg," said Cindy, one of the Britt's waitresses as we entered the patio area. "Usual table?" "Yep," I said as Cindy led us to one of the tables that were right next to the fence that was between the sidewalk and the patio. "Two groupers and two teas Cindy," I said. "Ok," said Cindy as she disappeared into the indoor restaurant. I looked Sarah in the eyes and took her hands into mine. "This is the best grouper I have found since I moved to Florida." I held her hands in mine as we wordlessly looked out at the ocean and let the ocean breeze bathe us in coolness. The occasional bird would land on the table or on a nearby chair and Sarah and I would get a good chuckle out of it. One of the other things I liked about Britt's was they were very quick. Cindy was out in no time with our drinks and our food. We both polished off the grouper filets and pasta salad in silence, looking up at one another with a smile every so often. It was a nice lunch with wonderful company. After I finished eating I took one of Sarah's hands into mine. "Sarah, I have a serious question for you." "What is it?" "I want to know about Brett." Sarah sighed for a second and I almost panicked. I wondered if I had gone too far. "It's ok, I will tell you," said Sarah softly. "I met Brett when I was sixteen. I had a job working at the docks where he had his boat tied up. Brett was older than me but it never kept me from having a crush on him. He was handsome, rich, and quite available. I flirted with him every chance I got." Sarah took a drink of her tea and looked out at the ocean for a few seconds. "Anyways, one night after he pulled in with his boat he asked if I wanted to go out for some dinner. I of course had lied about my age to him. One thing led to another and we slept together that night. We ended up dating for awhile after that until I found out that I was pregnant. I panicked, thinking I was going to lose him. Instead he asked to marry me. I told him that he probably wouldn't want to marry me because I was really only sixteen. He said he knew and he still wanted to marry me. It was a tense wedding but my parents stood behind me. Brett ended up making a killing in the stock market and treated me like a queen. I really felt like I had it made. It was all like a dream." Sarah sighed and looked out at the water again. This time she just kept looking out at the water as she spoke. "That dream became a nightmare shortly after our third anniversary. He went into the doctor's for some routine tests and came out diagnosed with Leukemia. They thought he had a good chance to fight it though and I stood by his side through the entire thing. Two years later he lost the fight and gave up. He died shortly after that." A tear ran down Sarah's cheek. I caught it with my finger. She looked at me and gave me a strained smile. "It took me a year to get over his death but I did. I had to for Bree's sake. Unfortunately your aunt didn't have a Bree to force her to deal with life. All she had was you and you were a thousand miles away at the time. Brett gave me a really good gift with all that I have today and I am happy that I got the five years with him that I did. I would rather have it that way than never having had him at all. I always knew he would want me to move on and enjoy my life and I have tried to do that every day of my life since." Sarah gave me a genuine smile and she squeezed my hand. "You asked me a tough question, now I get to ask you one." "Fair is fair," I said, dreading what she had up her sleeve. "Do you love Ashley?" It was my turn to look out at the ocean. I took her hand and looked in her eyes. "Sarah, I really like you and I really want to see where this all goes so you can be assured that nothing will happen between her and me. Not like she wants to talk to me anyways." "You didn't answer my question, "said Sarah. I sighed and then took a deep breath. "Yes," I whispered, defeated. Sarah looked down at the table and seemed to be composing herself. Then she looked at me. "Are you sure you want a relationship with me then?" "I am absolutely sure, "I said. "You are such an amazing woman. I already feel myself falling for you." "Thank you for being honest with me," said Sarah with a comforting smile. "Your honesty means more to me than anything." I left money for the bill and we departed the restaurant and took a walk on the beach. We walked down the beach, shoes in our hands, pointing out the odd tourist here, or the pretty shell there. The bathwater warm Gulf waves lapped over our toes. A few times I bent down and scooped up some water and splashed her playfully. The place was packed with tourists but I felt like it was just the two of us. We ended our time in Clearwater by walking down Pier 60, looking at arts and crafts from local artisans. I bought Sarah a white coral necklace and bracelet that matched the outfit she was wearing perfectly. After the pier we got the car and drove back to Grace's house in Bellaire Shores. "Want to go for a swim?" asked Sarah as we entered the house. "Sure, why not?" I said. "Let me get my suit and I will be right down." "I was thinking of going skinny dipping," said Sarah with a sly smile. "Need to get you used to my nudist lifestyle." "What the hell?" I said pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it on the couch. We both left a trail of clothes as we made our way out to the back and into the pool. When we got out to the pool we both dove in without stopping at the side of the pool. The water felt refreshing on such an oppressively hot day. I swam over to Sarah, took her into my arms and gave her a passionate kiss. My cock was rock hard and ready for action. I wanted her really bad. "Not so quick hotshot," said Sarah with a wink. "Let's make this non- sexual for a while. When you can get little Willie to go down, then we will go upstairs for some fun." She was torturing me and she knew it. Fine, I thought to myself. I can play her little game. I just didn't realize how competitive this woman could be. Every time I would even start to get soft she would "accidentally" brush my cock and it would spring to life again. I figured a good strategy to get soft would be to get out of the pool and layout in the sun. Again I was wrong. Sarah decided to come over by me and insisted on putting suntan lotion on me, lest I burn (I must mention that I had a really good base tan already). Her massaging in the suntan lotion combined with the fact that she was parading her beautiful naked body around in front of me conspired to keep me rock hard. I was so hot for her. I wanted her so badly that there was no hope of me ever getting flaccid again without cumming. I half considered jerking myself off to spite her but the thought quickly escaped my mind. I started thinking of other things like the Buccaneers or the Buccaneers having sex. Even the thought of Warren Sapp getting it busy with Keyshawn Johnson wouldn't make me flaccid. Then again those thoughts were interspersed with Sarah's cute naked ass going by me. "Sarah, I can't do this," I admitted in defeat. "How do you expect to go to a nude beach without a giant hard on if you cannot do it here?" she asked, grinning ear to ear. "Because you are teasing the hell out of me," I shot back in frustration. Sarah chuckled. "Seriously you shouldn't have any problem when you go to the beach or if you are naked over at my place with Bree. I am just trying to get you used to having me around naked so you aren't hard every time I am around." "Well it isn't going to happen today," I said, still a tinge of frustration in my voice. "It won't be so hard once you have fucked me," said Sarah with a wink. "Can we skip the foreplay?" I asked. I was eager to be inside of her. "I was about to suggest the same thing," said Sarah with a smile. "I am so damned horny." Sarah bent over at the hips, showing me her moist pink flowery lips. I stood up and moved behind her and slowly slid into her. "Oh god!" she screamed as I hit her cervix. She was so wet that I knew I wouldn't have to go too slow. I was so horny. I began pounding into her really hard and fast. "Oh fuck yes!" yelled Sarah in ecstasy. She reached a hand back and tried to grab my balls to no avail. I was fucking her too fast for her to hold on. It didn't take me long to start feeling the familiar tingling in my balls. She had me so worked up that there was no way I was going to last. "Oh God yes! Fill me up!" she screamed as I filled her with my seed. As I pulled out of her I began to feel guilty because I hadn't given her the same pleasure I just had Sarah stood and took me into her arms and gave me a deep lingering kiss. After we broke our kiss I looked into her eyes but realized I couldn't look at her so I averted my gaze. "I am sorry," I said softly. "What's wrong?" "I came too quickly and you didn't get any pleasure." Sarah giggled. "I never thought I would hear a man be concerned about that. You really are a gem." "I am so sorry," I said again. "I'm not, "said Sarah. "You were wonderful." "But..." "You don't need to make me cum every time we make love. This isn't a contest." "I just want you to be happy," I said. "I am." She grabbed my cock. "It seems like you are ready to let me catch up." We both giggled and then kissed. I then scooped her up into my arms and carried her into the house and up to the bedroom. "You are such a romantic," said Sarah as she was carefully lowered onto the bed. "You inspire me to be one," I said. "Please make love to me again." "Gladly." I climbed on top of her and gave her a long ardent kiss. She moaned into my mouth as I entered her. She was really wet from our last coupling so I didn't have any resistance. She continued to moan through my lips as I slowly began to fuck her. I then moved my lips to her neck. I caught a whiff of her floral perfume she was wearing. It was intoxicating. "I love you Greg, "said Sarah as I slowed down my pace to move my lips between her breasts. She was so beautiful with her dark olive skin beaded with small droplets of sweat. I wanted to have all of her. I wanted her to be a part of me. "Ooooooohahhhhhhh!" screamed Sarah as I took her nipple into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it a few times and then took it into my mouth and suckled it like a baby. "Oh shit!" screamed Sarah as I took a playful bite of her nipple. "I...am ...going...to...to...to...cum! AHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!" I could feel her contracting around my manhood as her first orgasm hit her. I stopped stroking and let her ride out her climax. "All caught up now " she gasped, winking at me. "Now fuck me hard!" I didn't need to be told twice. I moved my hands to her ass so I could get better leverage and so I could get deeper into her. I then started pounding in and out of her fast and hard. "OH GOD...OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD YOU ARE SO FUCKING BIG! FUCK ME HARDER FUCK ME HARDER FUCK ME BABY!" She was so wet from my previous orgasm that I wasn't getting much stimulation so fucking her harder was the only way I was going to come. I picked up the pace and slammed into her cervix with each stroke. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH BABY, GOD YES! I AM CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!" I could feel her contracting around me, which nearly set me off. I didn't relent though. "OH FUCK YEAH! OH GOD YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD! CUM IN ME BABY! LET ME HAVE YOUR SEED! AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I could feel her cumming again. I finally went over the edge and sprayed my cum into her. "OHHHHHHHMYGODYOU'RE CUMMING IN ME AYEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I collapsed on top of her as her pussy continued to spasm around me. I kissed her deeply and she returned my kiss with a hunger I never experienced from a woman. After we both came down from our respective climaxes I rolled off of her and laid down next to her. She put her head on my chest and was playing with it as well with one hand in loving strokes. "You are the best lover I have ever had, "said Sarah drawing circles on my chest and tummy with her finger. "You are definitely the best I have had, although I cannot say there has been much competition." "Thank you for letting me be a part of your life," said Sarah now running her finger around my now flaccid cock. "Sarah?" "Yes?" "I know I wasn't going to say this after sex, but..." "You love me?" "Yeah, I love you..." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- AUTHOR'S NOTE: There is no such thing as St. Vincent's High School in Saint Petersburg. If there is it is a coincidence. I just wanted Brianna to go to a good Art's school in the area.