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I hope you enjoy this story of a lustful, dominant highschooler with a
double life.  Another erotic story written by a friend is available at
the bottom of my sex page.

MG
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PART I - THE CONQUEST OF THE SELF
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Ever since as far back as anyone could remember, Alexis had 
been a very private and introverted person.  She was so kind and 
attractive, but beyond the surface, nobody knew anything about 
her.  Yet who would have wondered?  It's not often that one is the 
polar opposite of who they appear to be.  Her personality and 
lifestyle seemed so unremarkable that not even her family ever 
wondered what was going on behind those greenish-hazel eyes 
of hers.  Maybe they should have.

She had a tidy little room in the basement of her parent's house.  
Well, fairly tidy.  Her computer in the corner was immaculate, one 
of those new black power machines that almost appeared to 
burst out of the redundantly aerodynamic, vented casing.  There 
was a lot of paper stacked all over the place; printouts, mostly, of 
email and pages upon pages of text that nobody ever bothered to 
look at.  One of the first impressions you'd get from her room is 
that it was organized disarray - almost like what you'd see around 
the main photocopy room in a big business.  But Alexis knew 
intuitively where everything was.

Alexis sat on her comfy bed, the blankets drawn up around her 
thick sweater as she sat cross-legged and cocooned against the 
cold of the basement walls. The ergonomic black phone receiver 
rested on her shoulder as she mumbled on the phone with one of 
her classmates.  She hated math, and had to get extra help from 
friends in order to pass.  But she enjoyed talking to her friends 
after school, despite the fact that they always seemed shallow 
and inane to her.  What can one expect from other 16 year olds, 
right?  A short while later she hung up the phone and finished 
with her homework for the night.

Peace - at last.  She reached high above her head in a stress-
bleeding stretch, and closed her eyes as she let herself fall back 
on the bed.  Her strikingly iridescent-looking long auburn hair 
spread out around her head on the pillow like a cascading alluvial 
fan.  She lay there relaxing for a while, her face in pale repose 
like that of a person who had just died in their sleep.  She 
appeared so serene, with only the occasional twitch crossing the 
smooth youngness of her face.

Alexis was not as innocent as she appeared.  Deep in the darkest 
recesses of her mind, some incredibly carnal and lascivious 
images danced and groped their way into her conscious 
thoughts.  As she wrapped her mind around the fantasies at 
hand, she quietly undid her jean zipper and slipped her right index 
finger around the area between her legs.  The faintest grin 
crossed her petulant lips, and you could tell her mind was active 
as her eyes moved beneath the shadowy lids - ever so slightly.  
Her fingers traced the outside of her vaginal lips so tenderly, 
feeling the dry softness and making a mental note of comparing 
that feeling to the changes her crotch would soon be 
experiencing.  It would take a little while for her to physically 
respond and awaken sexually, but when she did, it wouldn't take 
long for the deliciously slick and warm wetness to begin to 
occupy that little slit between her legs.  She always loved to let 
her mind wander for unknown dozens of minutes, as she 
caressed the thin skin over her clit, letting the sensations build up 
slowly yet confidently.  Then some time after she started playing, 
she would once again dip her pointy finger into the mouth, and 
would usually be greeted with that delectable, hotly-swollen 
wetness that put a smug grin on her face as she laid there 
dipping her finger into her well of womanhood.   The slick, inviting 
readiness of her crotch would spur her on to more intense and 
climactic images, as her breath would begin to come faster out of 
her heated body.

Not once would she ever feel any pang of guilt for taking of her 
own body, not once did she ever hesitate to explore the amazing 
responsive patterns of her sexual self.  She couldn't quite 
remember when she had accidentally discovered the tingling 
rewards of caressing her body, but she had been young enough.  
Now it was her relaxing nightly ritual, the surefire way to send her 
off to sweet dreams.  It was her little secret, but she knew that 
she was far from the only one with this secret.

Alexis took a deep, ragged breath - for her body was telling her 
she was getting close to climaxing.  She was nearly at what she 
called 'the point of no return' and she rubbed her hot clit faster 
and faster.  She could feel pinpoint spots of sweat forming on her 
temples, and her face appeared somewhat more flushed as she 
lay there.  Her breathing, though fairly quiet, was fast and 
shallow, and most of all she began to hear the thudding 
quickness of her heartbeat racing in her ears.  The blood 
pressure pounded in her neck as she began to tense her muscles 
all over her body, frenetically moving her one finger and teasing 
her sex up higher and higher, to the balancing point.  The tingling, 
intensely pleasurable sensations suddenly shot up in intensity, as 
she took a louder, quick inhalation.  For half a second her body 
was stiff as a rod, and then she breathed almost in silenced 
moaning sobs for a few seconds, internalizing the blossoming 
passion that now flowed throughout her body in a nice, hot cum.

She took a slow, deep breath and let herself melt into the bed.  
Oh how she loved the afterglow, that intoxicating mellowness that 
rewarded her sweaty efforts.  Alexis rolled over in her bed and 
pushed the thick blue comforter off her. It was too hot under there 
now!  She quickly zipped up her blue jeans and curled over in the 
fetal position, feeling dozey.
Her right hand slid up to her mouth, and she lightly licked her 
delicious clear wetness off her fingers, smiling to herself, and 
then lay there resting for half an hour in the darkness, in total 
bliss.

What a naughty little daughter.  But how in touch with herself.


PART II - THE CONQUEST OF THE OTHER

A little while later she finally dragged her cute little ass out of bed, 
her tangled locks sticking out at odd angles from her head.  She 
looked like a brunette version of Tank Girl, until she ran her brush 
through her tresses and restored herself to a presentable state.

She went upstairs and was greeted by the annoying brightness of 
the kitchen as she opened the basement door.  Her dad looked 
up from the dining room and smiled at her, asking her banaly 
about her day.  She gave the usual smiley synopsis, "Nothing 
dad.  How was yours?"  She walked over and gave him a  hug.
Alexis went to the freezer and when she opened it, a shelf of mist 
spilled out of the box and cascaded translucently down the V 
neck of her sweater.   She gave a little half-smile as her nipples 
instantly reacted to the cold fingers of air sliding down her shirt.

After fetching a bowl of ice cream, she went and watched some 
television for a while with her mother in the living room.  The web 
Alexis wove was perfect - she spent enough time with family to 
not arouse any suspicion, and the fact that she lived in the 
basement allowed her to stay awake to ungodly hours after her 
parents went to bed.  She had been doing this for so long that the 
slight darkness under her eyes was never noticed. It was now a 
part of her package (and a very attractive one at that).

Time seemed to drag tonight for her, but finally one by one the 
members of her family trundled up the stairs to their bedrooms.  
Cleverly, Alexis always timed it so she was not the last person to 
go to bed, so her deception was even more convincing.  She was 
excited tonight and rejoiced when she had the quiet house to 
herself, and she could start to do what she did best.

When the last of the footsteps faded away upstairs, she clicked 
on her computer and her face radiated in the bluish washing glow 
of her screen.  She had the speakers turned off and the only 
sound was a whispery whir from the CPU's cooling fan.  For the 
first time in the day, she became intent and completely focused, 
her eyes barely blinking as her fingers moved expertly over the 
keyboard and mouse.  There were a few clicks of her modem, 
and before long she was at the allotted channel on Internet Relay 
Chat, at the allotted time - 11:45pm.

He was there.  They had been corresponding for about a month, 
and the plan they had conjured up was flawless.  Though he was 
two cities away in life, tonight he was across town at their 
meeting place, his laptop communicating with her system from a 
motel's phone line.  Her anticipation and excitement with what 
was going to transpire tonight made her type quickly, almost in 
jilted lines.

She didn't waste precious time.  Departing with a final Smiley 
from the IRC channel, she turned off her computer and threw on 
her leather coat, and her black Docs.  Her natural beauty needed 
only to be enhanced with a little eyeshadow and a swipe of glossy 
burgundy lipstick on her full, cherubic lips.  Then, with the ease 
conceived of familiarity, she opened her basement window and 
crawled out, leaving it open an inch behind her, as she had done 
since she was fourteen.

The walk across town in the darkness was uninterrupted, crisp, 
and refreshing.  Nothing infused her soul with more electricity 
than the embracing night, and the ceiling of stars and bone-white 
moon above her.  People always looked beautiful and ceramic-
like in the moonlight, as if the ethereal glow washed away any 
traces of imperfection on a person's face - the dark made one 
more attractive.  Traffic was slow and sparse downtown at such a 
late hour. The lights passed in her peripheral vision like 
streamers of red, white and orange.  She smirked to herself at 
the thought of what was to come, and her pace quickened.
It had been over three months since she had done something like 
this.

At last she arrived.  The red neon sign of the Red Carpet Inn 
glinted off the reflecting folds of her jacket, and reflected in red 
spheres off her glowing eyes.  Alexis quietly jogged up the stairs 
to the second story row of motel rooms.  She knew from prior 
experiences which room was number Thirteen, and she stepped 
up to it.  Her pale hand raised to knock, and she paused for a 
moment an inch away from the door.  Then she cautiously rested 
her ear against the door, listening intently.  There was no sound.  
He had brought nobody else with him, as she had asked.  She 
glanced at the window and saw no flickering TV light coming from 
the apartment. Her hands slid down until her nails ticked as they 
found the doorknob, and she tried to turn it.  It opened with a little 
pop.  After a pause, she let it drift open and the black maw of 
darkness greeted her.

"Hello?" she said quietly, yet loud enough to be heard even in the 
bathroom.  There was no answer, just the sounds of an empty 
street reaching from behind her.  Nobody seemed to be home.

Alexis knew better than that.  Tentatively she walked into the 
room, and as her eyes adjusted she still couldn't see anything but 
vague bluish edges of shapes.  A bed, perhaps, a dresser, 
maybe.  The drapes were closed and filtered out the streetlight 
very effectively.

Her insides perked with curiosity and anticipation. This was going 
to be interesting.  Just then, the blanket of silence was pierced 
with a joltingly sudden, yet reassuringly soft voice,
"Hello Alexis.  Come in, make yourself comfortable."

She closed the door behind her and the blackness became 
complete.  His soft voice had come from the region where she 
believed the bed to be.  She took short, quiet steps in the 
direction from whence his call had come, until her knee touched a 
soft blanket - the bed.  She reached out and her hand came into 
contact with the unmistakable, warm sensation of skin.  It was his 
thigh.  She found the entire scenario intensely interesting, and 
what made it so was the fact that she could see nothing, all she 
could do was feel, and hear, and imagine - and wait for what was 
coming next.  At the moment all she could hear was the rush of 
the blood in her arteries, and the heat of another body to her 
right.

She slithered out of her jacket and tossed it somewhere into the black 
void.  She was extremely curious as to how naked this guy really 
was.  He had told her he had a few surprises up his sleeve, but 
had said no more.  She could tell already it would be a good 
night, and slid beside him on the bed.

She lightly stroked his thigh in longer and longer strokes, trying to 
find the edge of some clothing, but finding none.  He sat quiet, 
letting her explore his body on her own, enjoying the forwardness 
of this unique exchange beginning to happen.  The moments 
became longer and more intimate as she let her fingertips skim 
across his body, feeling its curves and crevices...yet avoiding the 
one place that would soon become the center of their witching 
hour union.  She whispered into the waiting air, "I like the feel of 
your body...you feel so nice.  I've been looking forward to this 
meeting for weeks."  At the sound of her confident and wicked 
voice, he responded by taking his hand and putting it lightly on 
her back.  The touch was electric, both from her anticipation and 
from the lack of visual input.  It was her millions of goosebumps 
which spoke to her mind now, as he moved his hand in slow, 
warm circles.  The anticipation was really starting to get to her, 
the maddening blindfold of darkness, and she became inpatient 
with this game.

When his hand finally made it under her shirt to the bottom of her 
soft, curved breasts, she turned and leaned until her soft lips 
lightly contacted the side of his neck.  He was stiff for a moment, 
and then completely relaxed and inviting.  While he continued to 
feel and experience the shapes of her body, she slid off the bed 
to a stooping position, now facing him in the black room.  For a 
minute there was nothing but the sounds of her removing her 
clothes, and the soft plunk as they formed a pile on the carpet.
She wondered if he was imagining the vision of her body, slowly 
revealing itself in front of his face, yet completely invisible at the 
moment.  Turning to him again, she placed her hands on his hips 
and traced her firm, wet tongue all the way down the front of his 
chest, across his now-hard nipples, tweaking them, feeling the 
nuances in the body temperature as she traveled down, lower 
and lower.  It was not the goal she sought, but rather the infinitely 
glorious process.

She knelt in front of him and her long hair flowed across her 
shoulders.  He stroked it, and stroked her neck, moving up to her 
face to memorize every shape of her fine features with his 
fingertips alone.  The feelings that ran through her body were 
dazzling spears of sensual enjoyment, and she smiled as he 
traced the heart-like curves of her plump lips.  As he did that, she 
suddenly opened her mouth and grasped his finger between her 
teeth - firmly yet sensuously.  Still firmly clasping her hands on 
his bare hips, she rocked her head back and forth and took her 
fingers in and out of her wet, pursed mouth in the perfect 
imitation of something they both were fantasizing about.  She 
perked up as she heard him mutter some sound of enjoyment 
from deep beneath his breath.  Nothing impacted her more 
greatly than hearing and experiencing the effects she was having 
on her lover.  Nothing turned her on more in every way than 
knowing how much pleasure she alone would be creating in 
another person.  To her, it was amazing, and to her body, it was 
electric.

As she distracted him with her oral teasing, her right hand was 
slowly making its way diagonally down his groin, reaching the 
shocking fuzz of his pubic hair, slithering her nails through the 
bristly little bush which hid her goal at its center.  In one quick 
move, she grasped his rod firmly (it was naturally erect and had 
been for some time), and he gasped, as she sucked hard on his 
fingers at the same time.  Her little diversion had worked, and he 
let out a low complimentary groan of satisfaction.

Her hand explored up and down its soft-skinned length.
His penis was hard and long, its three longitudinal cylinders 
completely engorged with blood, every nerve ready to explode 
with her touch.  Alexis loved to gently caress and stroke, feeling 
how the textures changed from wiry pubic hair at the bottom, to 
the soft cylinder of the main body of his penis, to the sudden 
ridge of the nipple-like-skin of his sensitive, warm head.  She 
gently squeezed it, and squeezed her own legs together, for she 
suddenly realized she was becoming very wet.  She held his 
organ firmly, rubbed her thumb over the opening of his penis, and 
felt a slight slick wetness, and she smiled to herself.  She lightly 
bit her lip, finding it hard to hold back and take her time at this 
point.  Alexis knew she was in for one wild night.  Her many 
lovers had never disappointed her, each had been so unique, and 
she certainly tried to achieve the same reputation in the art of 
sexual indulgence.

His hands gently yet firmly clasped her head, and directed her 
forward.  She willingly obliged and licked her lips until they were 
nice and wet, closing her eyes, getting ready to take it all in.  And 
that she did - in one long sliding motion, she took his entire rod 
deep into her throat, and his body stiffened in reaction to the 
sudden, intense feelings it generated.  Interestingly enough, it 
made her squirm slightly, for she was imagining it entering 
someplace else as well.  She dug her fingers in to his hips, as if 
steadying herself.

Alexis continued for a while, varying the pace of her rhythm, 
tickling all around the ridge with the tip of her tongue, tickling his 
frenulum with her spherical tongue piercing.  Nothing equaled the 
cool yet sharp sensations created by rubbing her stainless steel 
piercing all over his penis.  She had yet to find any guy who did 
not adore her adornment.  One of her hands traveled down and 
began to lightly pinch the wrinkly denseness of his scrotum, in 
rhythm with her sucking.  After a while he began to get even 
harder and longer, and she knew that it would not be long before 
the shuddering blossoms of ecstasy would take flight within his 
loins.  With a wet slurp, she let his penis slip out of her mouth, 
and she slid her hot body all the way up until her lips were level 
with his, and his rod left a kiss of wetness in a line down the 
middle of her body.  "Alexis, you're amazing..." he murmured, as 
he leaned into her face and they briefly kissed.  He was certainly 
a good kisser, and she ground her hips  into him as they did that.
The cool sphere of her tongue piercing danced inside his mouth,
tickling his gums,  hiding like a mercury pearl between their
two tongues.

He responded by sliding his fingers slowly down the mound of her 
crotch, until they waded in the wet entrance.  She held him tightly 
as he slowly eased two of his fingers into her hot folds, as deep 
as they could go.  The slow penetration made her take a quick 
breath, and she felt as though someone had poured gasoline all 
over her labia and then set it all afire.  She tightened, but could 
not resist his probing fingers of delight.  She loved it, perhaps due 
in part to the fact that she was so used to this feeling, alone, yet
now being generated by the nubile fingers of another.

Alexis imagined what they must look like in this room, two bodies 
enmeshed in a tangle of round, fluid lines, and streaks of 
wetness.  Moving slowly, in and out, in circles, as if trying to 
mesh into one being, in slow motion.  It was a wonderfully erotic 
thought, and she smiled to herself as she climbed up higher on 
him, pushing him back on the bed until she straddled his hips, his 
penis jutting out directly against her clit.

She would wait no longer!  Leaning forward until her firm little 
breasts brushed his lips, she kissed him on the forehead, and 
lowered her wet, waiting vagina onto his lusting penis.  He raised 
his hands to her smooth round rear, and lifted his hips to meet 
her halfway as he slid into her tight, exceedingly hot passage.
It was a sensation that sent jolts of pleasure through them both, 
even getting a gritting moan out of Alexis.  For her, one of her 
great turn-ons was the spreading feeling and subsequent 
pressure of penetration.  They grasped each other tightly as they 
developed a nice rhythm of penetrations.  The blackness of the 
room was pierced with fast, heavy breathing from the both of 
them, and some wonderfully wet grinding sounds.  She leaned 
over him, ravaging his lips with hers, as her disheveled hair fell 
into a wispy tent around his face.  He ground into her quickly and 
forcefully, and they both fucked with all the enthusiasm their 
bodies could handle.  The seduction was over - they were both 
animals now.

"I love mirrors." she whispered breathily into his ear as their 
bodies rocked together.   He stopped for a moment and told her 
to close her eyes.  She did so, and he leaned as far back as he 
could and turned on the bedside lamp.  She heard a click, and 
the blackness of her vision became a dark grey beneath her 
eyelids.  With a bit of awkward twisting, they managed to stay 
coupled together as they reversed positions on the bed.  She 
figured she would be facing the dresser (and perhaps a mirror 
over it, opposite the bed?).  He pulled her onto him as deeply as 
she could go, so deep that she could have sworn his glans 
rubbed against her sensitive cervix.  She took a ragged breath in 
his ear, an erotic hiss escaping her dark lips.
"You can open your eyes now," he whispered lowly.  They were 
coupled together upright on the bed, him facing the headboard, 
her facing the mirror atop the dresser on the wall.  After such a 
long period of visual impairment, the scene she saw was 
shocking in its sudden detail and brightness.  Dark bedsheets, 
and the pink glowing expanse of his back and the dark hair atop 
his head.  her hands were two pale spiders clutching his back, 
tipped in their shiny black nail polish.  Beneath the ruffled tresses 
of her long, auburn hair, her shadowed eyes looked back at her 
dispassionately, erotically, from over his shoulder.  There was a 
smug smile across her lips, resting on his shoulder.  She still 
could not tell how old he was, but by the smoothness of his back, 
she figured he could not be over 30.  She stared transfixed at her 
reflection as they began to move together again, gentle thrusting, 
getting harder and more urgent.  Alexis barely blinked as she 
watched his body moving in the reflection, a faceless creature 
driving nails of pleasure up the length of her body.  She wanted to 
reach out and caress the perfect surface of the reflection, almost 
desiring it to come over and join her.  She whispered in his ear, 
between gasps, how much watching the reflection turned her on.  
He responded by pounding even harder, clutching her like a 
clamp, fucking her like an animal in heat.

She forced him down on his back, yet still did not see his face 
clearly, for her hair hung everywhere like a wild amazon woman's.  
He was getting very close, she could tell. There was a nice little 
sheen of sweat lubricating their moving bodies, and he felt even 
bigger inside her.  Sometimes when he thrust particularly deeply, 
she would feel a little shudder of pleasure ricochet through her 
body, right down to her toes.  She couldn't take much more of 
this!  With a quick hooking drag, she raked her sharp nails down 
his back and he cried out.  she watched the red welts seem to 
appear instantaneously all down his back.  He was into playing 
rough as well.  With the peaked excitement caused by her 
scratching, he grabbed her ass and slid his still-juicy finger into 
her anus at the same time as he grabbed her lower jaw with his 
other hand and penetrated her there with his gagging cluster of 
fingers.  Somehow she became intensely excited by his 
dominance, and as every orifice of her body held a part of him, 
she writhed like a mad woman atop his spike, driving her nails in 
hard, and within an incredible few frenetic seconds, they both 
cried out almost in unison as they felt their respective shuddering 
implosions of orgasm.  For several long seconds they were 
shuddering in each other's arms, Alexis letting out a tight-throated 
moan past his fist, and she felt the deep pumping and flexing of 
his ejaculating penis deep within her.  Her eyes rolled back under 
her eyelids, her pounding arteries felt like they would explode, 
and finally she stared at the scene in the mirror; the shaking 
mass of limbs at odd angles on the bed, jerking slower and 
slower, until all was calm, and the breaths subdued.  They held
each other as if holding onto life itself.

She closed her eyes, halfheartedly kissing the side of his neck, 
as she slid off his bending rod.  She felt full inside, and satisfied.  
He placed his hand on the curve of her waist, and they recovered 
in the afterglow of their tremendous union - physically exhausted, 
mentally mellow, and completely satisfied.

He lay on his side for a very long time, barely moving, looking
totally relaxed, like a dog lying in the sun.  Like most females,
Alexis looked at him in narrow eyed amusement, for she had
the ability to go over and over again.  But, tonight had been
an excellent and rewarding singular experience.  She felt no
need to try and raise the dead with her sensual witchcraft.

In these hazy postclimactic moments, Alexis enjoyed just laying
alongside another, resting his tired head on her breast, like
an unholy satire of the virgin Mary.  What was any less blissful
about her experiences?  To acknowledge and act upon her inner
feelings for another was to recognize the truth, and she always
frowned upon the repression of the classic religions.  Alexis
certainly lived an alternative lifestyle, however, it was one
where the emotional truth was not denied, warped, repressed,
or shunned into a little black box of sin in the center of one's
resentfully chaste heart.  They both knew what they were
doing, they both harmed no one, and at this phase in both of
their lives, they sought out what they truly wanted or needed -
a companion of the moment, gasoline poured on the urges
of unabashed carnality.

Some time later, she got up, gathered her clothes, and quietly
slipped them back on.  The dull yellow glow of the light
illuminated her body gracefully as she put her sweater over
her arms, and pulled it down over her perky breasts.  She sat
on the bed and laced up her Docs, then found her leather
jacket and put it on.  At the sound of her doing up the zipper,
he awoke.  "Leaving so soon?..." he murmured, half awake.
"Yup, I have school tomorrow." she laughed,  and he buried
his face in the pillow, grinning.  After a pause, she walked
over to him.  Poised there, she held out her hand and touched
his cheek. "I had a wonderful time.  Thank you."  He took
her hand and held it for a long moment, their warmth 
mingling. "No, thank you.  It's so refreshing to find someone
like you Alexis. I won't soon forget it." he murmured, letting
his fingers roam up her thigh and under her skirt for a moment.

She smiled, turned off the light, and slipped out like a breeze
out the door, which clicked closed behind her.

A soft nighttime rain was falling, and there was a misty
ring around the moon.  She walked alone down the
dark, reflective streets, looking somber and downcast.
She hated feeling like a wet dog in the rain, as the
soft water dripped warmly down her hair and off the
tip of her nose.  Something else dripped down the
inside of her leg, warm like the rain, but it soon 
disappeared into the rivulets of water on her ivory legs.
Not a single car passed her as she purposefully made
her way across the sleeping town, and climbed back 
into the window from whence she had arisen.  Her
bed greeted her like a rewarding embrace as she fell
into it half-dressed.

The morning came too early, the sun was a curse that
peeked annoyingly through the basement window.
She didn't get up until she heard her father's voice
calling down to her from the kitchen.  She sat up like a
bolt, and changed into something fresh.  She looked at her
leather jacket, which still had a few beads of rain in the
crevices.  Alexis smiled coquettishly to herself.

Upstairs as she made breakfast, her mind slowly began to
clear and she pushed aways thoughts of last night and tried
to concentrate on the upcoming mundane inanity of the
school day.
"Boy, you've got one bad case of bedhead today, Alex!"
her dad laughed from behind his paper.  She wondered
how many people he had fucked in his life, how, when,
where....

"Yes. I had a rough night, kinda restless." she turned away 
from him and put the milk back in the fridge, smiling 
at something only she knew about, in her little world.

E.M. 1997.
http://www.sentex.net/~mystery
This story may not be distributed to commercial sites.

<Editor's note:  This is a fantasy and hence, I have not bothered 
to include descriptions of using condoms/birth control, but in 
this day and age I don't think any of us need reminding :) >


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