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 The Life of Alicia Spartling by Scott McDonnell A Feverotica (tm) Novel

   Chapter I.



   Jack Spartling had a lot to be thankful for.  He was almost the head of
a large Chicago conglomerate, he had a beautiful wife, a nice car, all the
money he would ever need...  And yet, something had eluded Jack all these
years.  As often as he and his wife Edith had tried to have a child, they
had not been successful in starting a family.  Jack could tell she was
getting weary of this state of affairs.  Not even all the gifts or trips in
the world could make up for her yearning to care for a child.  Neither
really considered adoption, as they really wanted this child to be
"theirs."



   They had been married for ten years then.  In the 50's, Jack went to
work for the McLaren Company, which had taken a large part in the war
effort, while going to Northwestern University studying business.  There he
met Edith McBride, a charming young student from Independence, Missouri. 
They were from two different worlds: he the handsome city man, she the
innocent blonde beauty from the country.  Yet, the two started dating, and
he introduced Edith to a world she never thought existed.  Growing up,
Edith had been raised by her mother to be a "proper, reserved lady." Hence,
she resisted Jack's advances for some time during their courtship.  But as
college opened her mind, she finally gave him a chance to know her more
intimately.  From that point on, their relationship grew as Edith relished
in the joys of sex.  They eventually married after Jack took on a job at
McLaren upon graduating, in 1954.  Within five years, they bought a little
house in Schaumburg.  Edith had loved it at first sight, and Jack trusted
her judgment.  The two-floor house had a small yard in front, but no
backyard.  Inside, past the entrance, was a living room and kitchen.  Jack
made the other downstairs room into his office.  Upstairs could be found
the bathroom, the master bedroom (their favorite room), and a guest bedroom
they had soon hoped to fill with a crib.



   Five years later, they were still trying.  Jack was getting promotion
after promotion, and knew he someday could be at the top of McLaren.  But
he wanted to have some kind of legacy.  They often wondered if either of
them was sterile or otherwise procreationchallenged, but never dared going
to the doctor about it.



   One night, Jack decided to treat Edith to a romantic dinner, followed by
a walk under the moonlight by the Navy Pier.  They did not go dancing any
more because their favorite spot was turning into a rock'n'roll place; Jack
did not like that new band from England, called 'the Beatles,' very much.
While they were walking, Jack said to her, "I love you." They kissed, then
ran back to the car and drove home.

   Jack and Edith had barely closed the door that they were locking lips
and helping each other take off their clothes.  They were completely nude
before reaching the stairwell.  He carried her to the bedroom, and laid her
on the bed.  He lay beside her, and kissed her breasts as she was caressing
him.  He moved on top of her and slid his erect penis into her wet vagina,
and started stroking her.  After a while, she had an orgasm.  Just a bit
later, he had his, and let his semen flow into her.  He then pulled out,
and lay beside her.

   "You were wonderful," she said to him.  "Do you think it'll happen this
time?"

   "I hope so," he replied.  "We've been trying so hardÉ."

   "I have a good feeling about it this time.  This time felt so... 
different...  so special."

   "Why don't we make extra sure?" he asked before kissing her.

   They made love again.





   A few weeks later, Edith started feeling somewhat uncomfortable.  A
visit to the doctor confirmed the couple's hopes: Edith was finally
pregnant.  A few months later, Edith went into premature labor and had to
be rushed to Cook County Hospital.  As soon as he heard the news, Jack
hurried on to the maternity ward, leaving his assistant in charge at the
office.

   While nervously waiting, Jack paced the floor.  Finally, a doctor
approached him:

   "Mr.  Spartling?" Jack turned to face the doctor, still in his operating
clothes.

   "How's my wife?" he asked, feverishly.

   "Mr.  Spartling, I'd like to congratulate you on the birth of a
beautiful baby girl.  She's doing great despite the premature birth."

   "You haven't told me about my wife.  How is she?" he repeated.

   "Mr.  Spartling...  with such births, there may be some complications...
I'm really sorry.  We did everything we could, but your wife did not
survive the birth."

   "I need to be alone," said Jack, as he put his head in his hands and
started crying.  For ten years, he had loved her and cherished her.  Even
when he had been unfaithful to her, she still forgave him.  And now she was
gone.  But at least, she left him a small gift.

   As he looked at his newborn baby, he could hear Edith say: "Take care of
her...  for me."

   "I will," he said, "I'll take care of our little Alicia."

   And so, Jack took on the charge of raising his daughter by himself.  He
hired a housekeeper to clean the house and watch over little Alicia. 
Eventually, he progressed in his career and became the president of the
company.  He then financed a buyout and became the owner, renaming the
company Spartling Enterprises.  By the early 70's, his empire grew to
include a hotel in Florida, clothes manufacturers, appliances makers, and
electronics, a calculated risk according to many.  Jack did believe in new
technologies and wisely divested of petroleum interests just in time to
avoid being hurt by the energy crisis.



   Still, they stayed in their little house in Schaumburg.  Jack was not a
vain man, and did not feel he had to flaunt his success in front of people
by owning a huge house.  He made sure to pass on those values to Alicia
whenever he had the chance to spend quality time with her.  He also chose
to stay in this house because of the great memories of Edith.  In a way, he
did not want to let go of his wife.  His sexual activity was therefore
quite restrained, except for the occasional one-night stand with a woman he
would meet in a bar.  He did not think any woman could hold a candle up to
Edith.  But he did not care.  Alicia was his main concern.  He could
already see her, growing up to take his place in the company and carrying
on his legacy.  In the meantime, he would take her with him on business
trips on her school breaks.  She did not seem to be really interested in
the business, but Jack thought that with time, that would change.  Another
reminder of Edith was Alicia herself, whose face and blond hair looked more
and more like her mother's, day after day.



   Alicia was kind of shy, but managed to make a good friend in school, a
pretty little brunette named Lucinda.  They met at recess, on the second
day of school: Alicia was in fifth grade, Lucinda was a year older.  Alicia
was trying to talk to Belinda Shidley, whom she had somewhat known the
previous year.  Somehow, Belinda seemed not to want to maintain any kind of
friendship with Alicia.  Then, behind her, someone said:

   "I'll be your friend!" Alicia turned around, and looked at the brunette,
wearing a red jumper.

   "What's your name?" asked Alicia.

   "I'm Lucinda.  What's yours?"

   "Alicia Spartling.  I don't know what's wrong with Belinda.  We were
pretty good friends last year."

   "My mom and dad just moved here last month.  I don't really know anybody
and I had to leave all my friends in Santa Monica."

   "In California?"

   "Yeah!  Are you good in geography or something?"

   "Well, my dad takes me on trips when school's off.  I've been lots of
places."

   "Wow!  That's great!" They started spending more and more time together,
hanging out at one another's house, watching television, and doing all
sorts of girlie things, from doing their nails to trying hair styles, and
comparing clothes to listening to teen music stars dreamily.  Alicia felt
really lucky to have such a good friend.

   The first of many special events happened when she was twelve.  One
Friday afternoon, Lucinda came to visit her, claiming she had something
special to show her.  The housekeeper only came twice a week, Tuesdays and
Thursdays, so Alicia was alone in the house.

   "Hi, Alicia," said Lucinda as Alicia opened the door.  "Are you here
alone?"

   "Yes, Lucinda.  My father won't be home till later.  He had some extra
work to take care of."

   "Let's go to your bedroom, then I can show you what I got yesterday."
Once upstairs, Lucinda began to unbutton her blouse.

   "What are you doing?" asked the surprised Alicia, who had not even seen
this much of Lucinda in gym class.

   "Check it out!  Doesn't it look great?"

   "You got a bra!  Wow!"

   "My mom helped me buy it.  She said it was about time I took care of my
breasts," giggled Lucinda.  "What about your chest, Alicia?  Aren't you due
to get a bra?"

   "I don't know," replied Alicia.  "I'm not sure Mom ever told Dad about
these things before she died."

   "I'm sorry," said Lucinda.  "I didn't mean to..."

   "It's okay.  Maybe Dad knows something about it."

   "Let me see them.  Maybe I can tell you."

   "You wanna see my breasts?"

   "Why not?  It's not like I don't know what breasts look like."

   "Lucinda!  It's my body!"

   "Oh, come on!  I'll show you mine!"

   "Well...  all right," sighed Alicia, as she took off her sweatshirt. 
She put the shirt on her bed as Lucinda's eyes widened.

   "Wow!  They're pretty big.  Don't you feel uncomfortable walking around
with those?"

   "Not really," answered Alicia.

   "They're bigger than mine, aren't they?  Wait a minute," she said, as
she unsnapped her bra, revealing her own round and firm breasts, "Huh! 
Mine are smaller!"

   "So?  How does that matter?"

   "Well you're younger than me!  And, you know how boys are, Alicia," said
the precocious Lucinda.

   "Not really," answered the innocent Alicia.

   "Oh, never mind.  You'll understand soon enough."

   "So you think I should get a bra?"

   "If I had your breasts, I would have gotten one a long time ago!"

   "Okay, I'll talk to Dad about it."

   They got dressed and spent the rest of the day watching television.



   Later that evening, Alicia and her father were having dinner.  Alicia
was turning into quite a cook, and this week, she successfully cooked
spaghetti and sauce.  Alicia finally asked her father, as he was buttering
a slice of bread:

   "Dad, can I ask you something?"

   "Sure, honey," replied her father.

   "Should I get a bra?"

   "Do you think you need one?"

   "Well...  my breasts are getting pretty bigÉ."

   "Are some of your friends wearing one?"

   "Yeah, but I wouldn't want to have one just because of that."

   "Of course.  Well, you're probably due for one: you were born early to
begin with.  I remember when I was your age, some girls did start wearing
them then.  Why don't we go to a store tomorrow afternoon?"

   "Okay!  Thanks, Dad!" she said, kissing him on the cheek.



   Jack and his daughter left after lunch and went to a lingerie store in
Des Plaines.  Alicia was excited, though she did not let it show.  "I'm
growing up," she was thinking, "I'm becoming a woman."

   As they entered the store, they were greeted by a woman in her early
30s, wearing a white blouse and a light brown skirt.  Jack noticed the top
two buttons of the blouse were not fastened.  The woman had shoulder-length
curly brown hair, brown eyes, and inviting lips.  Though the blouse was not
very tight, he could tell she was well endowed.  He also noticed no
stockings on her long pretty legs.

   "Hi, I'm Monica.  Can I help you?"

   "Yes," said Jack, collecting himself.  "My daughter Alicia is coming of
age: she's

   needing a bra." Alicia blushed in embarrassment.

   "Really?  Do you know your bra size, Alicia?"

   "No, I don't think so," the girl replied.

   "Come with me," said Monica.  "I'll show you how we'll find out." Jack
sat down in one of the chairs set up in the store while Monica led Alicia
toward the back of the room.  She pulled out a measurer and invited Alicia
to lift her sweatshirt.  After taking note of Alicia's chest size, Monica
prompted the twelve-year-old to follow her in order to choose bras she
would like to try on.

   "You can choose anyone of these," said Monica, pointing at a certain set
of bras.

   "Does the shape matter?"

   "Not really, but we'll find out when you try them on." She picked out
three, one with birds on the cups, another plain white, and a blacklaced
push-up bra.  Then she followed Monica into the dressing room.

   Meanwhile, Jack got up from the chair and started pacing around,
wondering how Monica would look in the sexy outfits available at the store.

   Alicia took off her sweater and grabbed the white bra.  Noticing
Alicia's perplexed expression, Monica interjected:

   "Here, let me show you." She unbuttoned her blouse.  Jack's pacing had
brought him by the dressing booth.  He noticed the curtain was not quite
drawn all the way.  As he tried to peek, he saw Monica take off her bra;
just as he thought, her breasts were bigger than average.  The nipples were
almost glowing of their pinkish hue.  Jack felt his penis grow at the
beautiful sight.

   Monica put the bra back on, telling Alicia how to fasten it.  The young
girl acquiesced, and fastened her own.

   "It doesn't feel right," she said.

   "Is it too tight?" asked Monica.

   "Not really.  It just doesn't feel comfortable."

   "OK.  Try another one." Alicia did so.  Again, she did not feel
comfortable.  Her attempt with the third bra was no more successful.

   "That's strange.  Those bras should be the right size.  Let me go get
some more," she said as she put her blouse back on.

   At these words, Jack stepped away from the booth as quickly and quietly
as possible.  He then tried his best to act as if he were looking at a set
of panties off to the opposite side of the room.

   Monica was still buttoning her blouse when she came out.  She walked
toward Jack and whispered in his ear:

   "That's not the kind I wear."

   "No?  That's too bad..." said Jack, calmly.  After all, this was not the
first woman he had flirted with.

   "I should be offended, but somehow, I'm not." Jack tightened up. 
Somehow, he knew she was watching her.  But could she blame him?

   "I've got to help your daughter.  But we can talk later," she said as
she reached around him to softly touch his still erect penis.  She then
walked away and picked out more bras.  She then went back into the booth.

   Jack tried to look in again, and noticed the opening in the curtain was
even wider than before.  As he looked in, he saw Monica take off her blouse
again.  Now he knew she was putting on a show just for him: after all, she
did not need to again show Alicia how the bra should go on.  Jack was
feeling more aroused than he had been in a long time.  All it took was a
thirtysomething bra saleswoman.

   Inside, Alicia still had trouble finding an appropriate bra.

   "It's possible you can't wear a bra," said Monica.

   "Isn't that bad?  Doesn't every woman wear one?" asked Alicia, in a
worried tone.

   "Not really.  I didn't wear one for a while myself.  It doesn't feel
that uncomfortable."

   "Okay.  Maybe later I'll be able to wear one."

   "Maybe.  But I've tried all I can today.  Why don't we join your dad?"

   As she said this, Jack stepped away and went back to the chair he had
sat in earlier.

   Monica and Alicia came out of the booth, both dressed.

   "How did it go, hon'?" asked Jack.

   "Not very well, Dad," said Alicia.  "I couldn't find one to fit right."

   "That's too bad.  Are you ready to go?"

   "I guess.  Thanks, Monica," she said, turning to the beautiful woman.

   "Yes.  Thanks for...  everything," added Jack, as she smiled.

   "You're welcome," said Monica.  "Feel free to come back."

   "All right," said Jack, as they stepped out the door.

   As Alicia climbed in the car, Jack said:

   "Sweetie, can you wait a minute?  I think I forgot my wallet inside."

   "Okay, Dad."

   He returned into the store.  Monica was standing near the door.

   "Back already?  That was just an expression, you know."

   "I couldn't help myself," replied Jack.

   "What did you tell your daughter?"

   "I told her I forgot my wallet."

   "Really?  Is that the only thing you forgot?"

   "No.  Until I saw you today, I had almost forgotten what it's like to be
attracted to a beautiful young woman."

   "Thank you," said Monica, as she pulled closer to him.  Again, Jack's
member rose.  Monica reached up and kissed Jack's lips with a warmth he had
not felt in a long time.  Sure, Jack had had a few encounters since his
wife died, but it had been a long time since he felt such passion.

   "Can I see you tonight?" he asked as she let go.

   "Sure.  Do you want to have dinner?"

   "Just dessert, if you don't mind.  I like to have dinner with Alicia."

   "All right then.  Let me give you my address and directions to get
there."

   She used the back of a receipt to write the information and handed it to
him.

   "When should I expect you?" she asked in an ever-sultrier voice.

   "Around ten, I think."

   "Okay then.  I'll see you at ten..."

   He stashed the receipt in his pocket and walked out back to the car.

   "Did you find it?" asked Alicia.  "You were in there a long time."

   "I'm sorry, darling.  Yes, I found it," he said, as he started the car,
still thinking about Monica and looking forward to what would happen that
night.

   It was ten o'clock.  He had arrived at Monica's apartment, which was
located near downtown.  Jack was feeling anxious and nervous, as if he was
sixteen again.

   He made his way through the building to the door bearing the number she
had given him at the store.  He nervously knocked and heard her say "Come
in" in the sultriest voice he had ever heard.

   He opened the door.  The room was softly lit, but he could discern
fashion posters and pictures on the walls.  The floor was hardwood, the
average material for a loft such as this.

   As he came in and turned to the sofa, Monica got up from it.  She was
wearing a red corselette along with red stockings.  The left shoulder strap
was already halfway to her elbow.

   "You're even more beautiful than I dreamed," said Jack, as she pulled
closer to him.

   "Shh...  We're not here to talk, are we?" she said as she held Jack's
head and started kissing him.

   Jack took off his shoes as he kissed her back.  Already Monica's tongue
was being playful with his.  He knew she wanted him to give her a great
night.

   She pulled away and walked toward the bedroom.  He could see she was
starting to take off her stockings.  He took off his socks and shirt and
followed her.

   The bedroom was softly lit as well.  Jack noticed several pieces of
lingerie lying about.  Apparently she had tried on several outfits for this
evening.

   She was lying on the bed, waiting for him.  He took off his pants and
underwear, revealing a penis bigger than he had felt in a long time. 
Impressed by his size, Monica smiled and crawled toward him as he stood in
the front of the bed.  Jack was pleasantly surprised that he did not have
to tell her a thing.  She put her mouth around his member and started
sucking on it like a lollipop.  Jack could feel her tongue play with the
tip of his penis.  Even Edith had never been so playful when sucking him.

   Monica pulled away and rose to kiss him.  At the same time, Jack pulled
down on her outfit.  He held her breasts for an instant, feeling them
harden with desire.  He then pushed down the rest of the outfit.  He moved
to kiss her neck, breasts, and then went down toward her privates.

   Monica lay on the bed and let him lick her clitoris.  She began moaning
as the pleasure intensified.  As Jack was about to find out, it was to be
the first of many orgasms.

   Jack then enterprised to stroke her.  He found it quite easy to slide
his member up and down her vagina.  Her breathing accelerated so much Jack
was halfway worried about her.  When she let a beautiful moan he knew she
was enjoying it.

   A while later he turned her around and inserted his penis in her ass. 
Jack was a bit surprised she agreed so easily.  It was not often that his
partners would agree to "doggystyle." Again, he could tell from her screams
that she was quite pleased.

   Finally, he let her be on top.  She stroked him for quite a while, and
he was surprised she did not even stop when he came in her.

   When they were done, Jack was holding her, and talking to her, telling
her how she was one of the best women he had ever slept with.  Monica told
him that he had been quite good himself.  They agreed to see each other
again three nights later.

   This time, Monica wore a pink bra with matching panties, and no
stockings.  Great sex ensued again.

   Every time Jack would come to see her, she would be wearing a new outfit
that he enjoyed taking off her.

   Their affair went on until Monica found a job with a modeling agency and
left the city.  They had sex one last time before she left.  Although
disappointed, Jack was able to move on.

   Alicia never suspected her father was seeing Monica.  For her own part,
she believed he had some extra work to take care of.  He never told her
what had gone on between them.

   The following year, Alicia tried looking for a bra again. 
Unfortunately, she still seemed to feel discomfort no matter what the shape
or size of the bra.  She then decided not to worry about it ever again and
to go through life not wearing a bra.  Some of the girls she thought were
her friends were not so supportive but the boys did not seem to mind.  As
the years went on, the kids and even the teachers grew used to it, and
Alicia was usually careful not wear anything too revealing.

   (This story copyright 1995/1997/2008 by Scott McDonnell.  Any
resemblance with actual persons is unintended and/or coincidental)