Georgia's Story - A Porn Writer's Tale
by Couture
email: [email protected]

(Ff, humil, etc.)

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or 
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.  

(c) 2002 Couture

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I watched the two girls in the mirror at the bar.  
They were both very pretty.  The dark-haired woman was 
little more mature and judging by her eyes, a bit more 
jaded.  The other was blonde, young, and laughed a 
lot.  She looked like the sort of girl Playboy tried 
to get to pose as a centerfold: young, innocent, boxum 
- the girl next door.  I wanted her the minute I laid 
eyes on her.  The blonde one that is.  

When she got up to go to the restroom and I made my 
move.  Heh-heh, wolves are always more aggressive when 
the prey is alone.

"Hi, can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure."

I sat down next to brunette.  "My name is Steve."  I 
extended my hand and she shook it.  A nice firm 
handshake.  

"I'm Georgia . . .like the state."

Even though I only came over to talk to her so that I 
could meet the blonde when she came back, I 
immediately liked her..  "You are very pretty, 
Georgia-like-the-state."

She laughed and put her hand on my arm.  Yes, a good 
start indeed.

"Thank you.  So, what do you do, Steve?"

"I work for a internet company.  I do programming."  
Shit, the hand on my arm was gone.  She must think I'm 
either boring as hell or two-steps from a layoff.  I 
don't know why I wanted to impress her.  It wasn't her 
I was after, but I found myself saying, "I also 
write," before I knew it was out of my mouth. 

She gave me a look that said she didn't believe me.  
"What do you write?  Programs?  Manuals?"

"No, actually I write fiction.  Erm . . . Erotic 
stories."

"You're fuckin' with me."  But the hand was back, this 
time on my thigh.

"I'd like to be. . .fucking with you that is," I said.  
"They are on the internet if you ever want to take a 
look."

"So, what are they about?"  She was eager, whispering 
to me, like we were young kids.

"Some are about really way out kinky things from my 
fantasies which I hope to keep there, but others are 
about different women I've hooked up with and some of 
the things we've done."

She paused as if letting this sink in.  "Would you 
write a story about me?  For me.  Georgia's Story."  
Her hand moved higher.  It was almost touching my cock 
now.  So close, I could feel the warmth from her 
fingers.  She had obviously done this before.  "I 
think I would like that."

"Why?"

"Why do you write?" she asked.  "I like the thought of 
people reading about me and getting off.  Besides, I'm 
too old for to pose for Playboy."

"I would buy that issue."

"Sure you would," she said, meaning I would say 
anything to get in her panties.  "But, would you write 
my story."

"Sure, I could write it, but you have to understand.  
In order for people to want to read it, and I mean 
lots of people, it would have to be different.  Nobody 
wants to read about a guy and a girl meeting at a bar 
and going home for a quick fuck.  And we haven't known 
each other long enough to write a piece where we poke 
fun at one another and do cutesy relationship things, 
before having a boring but lovable fuck."

"I could let you poke me in the rear, if you promise 
not to be an asshole about it.  I bet people would 
like to read about that."

"Have you ever done that before?" I said.

"A few times."  She said, not batting an eye.  Her 
hand was resting on my cock now.  I'm not sure if was 
from her moving her hand up, or from the extra length 
I added while talking to her.

"Well, people like to read about people doing things 
they don't ordinarily do, you know."  I thought for a 
second.  "Have you ever done it in a public place?"

"When I was younger.  I couldn't do it here though.  
Someone might recognize me from work." 

 We both tried to think of something fresh and 
different.  She shook her head and began to laugh.  
"This is too damn funny.  Two jaded people trying to 
come up with a new way to have a fuck, so I can be in 
a story."

I laughed too and nudged her playfully in the ribs.  
"Oh no, we've got fuckers block."

We laughed some more and then she dried her tears with 
a cocktail napkin that had previously guarded the 
table against the condensation from her glass.  By the 
time we stopped, the blonde that was sitting next to 
her returned.  

Georgia gave my leg a squeeze and whispered, "I've got 
an idea.  Just play along, okay?"  Turning to the 
blonde:  "Hey Stacy, look who the cat drug in.  I'd 
like you to meet my brother Steve."  To me:  "Steve, 
I'd like you to meet my new friend Stacy.   Well, we 
just met really, but friends are friends."  To Stacy:  
"Right Stacy?"

"Sure," she said.  "It was ah-Georgia wasn't it?"

"You got it."  To me:  "Stacy just moved to town this 
week and doesn't know anyone yet.  Now, she already 
has two friends."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Stacy."  I shook her 
hand.  Not firm, but she had an honest smile.

Stacy said, "It's nice to meet you too."

Georgia stood up, put her arm around Stacy's middle 
and said, "Stacy, why don't you sit next to Steve.  Do 
you mind?"  While the two switched seats, Georgia 
continued, "Lordy, I feel like little Miss Matchmaker.  
Steve's wife left him about four months ago, and I 
finally got him to come to visit me.  He needs to 
lighten up and have a little fun, maybe meet some new 
people.  And since you don't know anyone in town, what 
better person to meet?"

As a writer, I have a special appreciation for words.  
Most of the time it is for the written word, but after 
listening to Georgia, I realized I was in the presence 
of a master.  She had all three of us, perfect 
strangers really, carrying on as if we had known each 
other all our lives, and soon we were all drunk from 
the tequila shots she ordered.  Not only that, she had 
maneuvered it so that I was supposedly divorced, due 
to being so uptight (this couldn't be further from the 
truth), and we were brother and sister.  

Now, clearly, Georgia was in control and since I was 
potentially destined to get laid by more than one 
woman, I wasn't going to complain.  But even if by 
chance I came to like Stacy, I would never be able to 
have a relationship with her, unless of course Georgia 
was involved too.  Like I said, she was a master, and 
I wasn't surprised one bit when she asked if Stacy 
wanted to go back to her apartment for a joint.

"But Stevie's probably afraid," Georgia said.  "Aren't 
you Stevie?"

Now, don't get me wrong, I don't buy marijuana, not 
since college, but I've never turned it down before 
either.  Still playing the part of Georgia's uptight 
brother, I replied, "Well, I don't know sis.  How long 
does that stuff stay in your system?"

"Hah, you *are* afraid.  I bet Stacy's not afraid.  
Are you Stacy?"

Stacy hesitated.  It was obvious she was indeed 
afraid, either of smoking a jay or going back to 
Georgia's apartment.  Georgia patted Stacy's arm and 
the young blonde reluctantly agreed.  "I'm not 
afraid."  

"Good girl."  Georgia cheered, and the two gave one 
another a high five.  To me:  "Still afraid?"

"No, I'll do it."

"Ha-hah, damn there might just be some hope for you 
yet Stevie.  Pay the tab, while we ladies go freshen 
up a bit."  The two walked to the bathroom, with 
Stacey staggering alongside of Georgia who glided next 
to her.

I paid the tab and smiled to myself, shaking my head 
in disbelief at Georgia's manipulations.  I kept an 
eye peeled toward the bathroom, making sure that 
Georgia's manipulations didn't include getting stuck 
with such a high bill without the fringe benefits, so 
to speak.  She was good, I had to give her that.  Not 
only was she going to be in a story, but she would be 
the main character.  I wondered if she realized that 
already.  Probably so.

When the two gorgeous women returned, they both 
grinned knowingly.  Obviously they talked about me 
while they were alone, and I found about what as we 
left, with both girls flanking me and each cheek of my 
ass covered by a groping hand.  

"Is my little bro embarrassed?" 

Not at all.  As a Steveer of fact, I struggled not to 
grab their asses in turn, but it wouldn't be in 
character, that's for sure.

"I can't believe you did that sis!  Did you see 
everyone staring at me?" I accused her jokingly, 
causing Stacy to giggle uncontrollably.  

We caught a cab and went over to Georgia's place.  It 
was a nice roomy apartment.  Very modern, if a little 
sparce.  

"Have a seat.  I'll be right back," Georgia said.  

She left, and I was alone with Stacy for the first 
time.

"Your sister's a handful, isn't she?" Stacy whispered.

"Yeah, when you're with her you feel like you're on a 
trip to an exotic location," I said honestly.  "You 
don't know where you're going; you just hold on tight 
and see where you end up."

We laughed and grew quiet, as Georgia picked that 
moment to show back up bearing a small Tupperware 
container.  She looked from one of us to the other and 
said in a stoner voice, "Like wow, man, like I haven't 
even started yet, and I already feel like everyone is 
talking about me."

We laughed again, and Georgia sat down, emptying the 
contents of the container on the coffee table.  She 
picked the seeds out of the pot, and then packed the 
leaves into the husk of a cigar.  She lit it, took a 
drag, held it and let it go.  Then she passed it over 
to me.  "You chicken, little brother?"

"No."

Being a casual smoker, I'm not a big fan of blunts, 
though I've never turned one down either.  They always 
make me choke, which I guess was a good thing, since I 
needed to pretend I'd never smoked pot.

I took a drag, letting it burn my lungs.  It was good 
shit.  

"So, Stacy, did Stevie tell you why his wife left 
him?"

I choked, not sure if it was from the blunt as much as 
Georgia's comments.  I wondered where she was going 
with this.  

"No why?"

I passed Georgia back the blunt.  She passed it to 
Stacy, "Here, take a hit and I'll tell you."

Stacy looked very unsure of herself as she stared down 
at the blunt between her fingers.  She cast her eyes 
in my direction, and as if trying to borrow courage 
from the solace that I, the uptight one, had also 
taken a hit.   She put the blunt her lips, closed her 
eyes and took a drag.  She held it, I'll give her 
that, but she coughed even worse than I did, when she 
exhaled.  Eyes watering and barely able to breathe 
without coughing, she passed it back to Georgia.

Georgia wouldn't accept it.

"Don't inhale so much this time.  Just take a breath 
of it, hold it and release."

Stacy tried again, with a little better success.  She 
was still coughing and tearing up though.  She ended 
up taking three more hits, before Georgia was 
satisfied.  It was obvious from her half-lidded eyes 
that Stacy was buzzing.

Georgia took a hit and then passed it back to me, 
before she continued.  "See, his wife left him because 
he is a poor kisser."

I coughed again, a little less this time, but my eyes 
still watering.  "I am not a poor kisser."

I tried to pass the joint back, but Georgia motioned 
for me to take another drag.  

She placed her hand on Stacy's knee.  "Don't believe 
him.  I tried to teach him to kiss when we were in 
high school and he was horrible."

"I'm a lot older now, and a much better kisser," I 
retorted.

She took the joint back and said, "Bullshit," before 
taking a drag, and passing it on to Stacy.  

"Here, give me a kiss and prove it to me."

Stacy coughed and a startled expression crossed her 
face.  We were supposed to be brother and sister, I 
wondered if the buzz had impaired Georgia's judgment, 
causing her to go out of character.

"But you're my sister," I said.

"Awww, little brother is afraid."  To Stacy:  "See, I 
told you he was uptight.  Go on girl, take another 
drag, I'm not counting."  Stacy took two.   "Good 
girl.  I bet you wouldn't be afraid would you?" 

Stacy shook her head and handed the blunt back.

"Well, it's settled then.  Stacy, you switch places 
with me and Stevie, you come here and sit next to 
Stacy."

We all settled down on the couch, with Stacy in the 
middle of me and Georgia.  

"What's all this for?" I asked.

Georgia took a drag and said, "We are going to have a 
contest.  We both get to kiss Stacy and she's going to 
tell us who the best kisser is."

"But-I-" Stacey tried to interject.

"Come on Stacy, he's not gonna do it and you just said 
you weren't afraid."

Stacy's hand trembled as she picked up the blunt from 
the ashtray, took another drag, and set it back down. 
She looked toward me with scared eyes.  Would I 
volunteer to switch with her and get her out of the 
hot seat, so to speak?  I didn't volunteer.  

"Okay," Stacy said, almost whimpering.

Any doubts I had about Georgia's lucidity disappeared 
as I looked at this glorious example of womanhood 
sitting before me.  She played this to perfection.  I 
took Stacy's chin between my fingers, tilted her head 
at an angle, and brushed my lips against hers.  I grew 
more insistent, caressing her lips between my own, 
before dancing my tongue along them, opening them.  My 
hand found its way to her neck, and my thumb lifted 
her chin, tilting her head up and toward me.    Our 
tongues danced together, and I bit her lower lip, 
pulling it along with me as I withdrew.

She was obviously breathless and the faintest hint of 
blush crept to her cheeks and chest.  Her nipples 
peeked through the weave of her top.

Georgia had to nudge her with an elbow to get her out 
of her swoon.  "Well, what did you think, sweetie?"

"It-it was very nice," Stacy stammered.

"Yeah, right," Georgia said dubiously.  "On a scale 
from one to ten, what was it?  And be honest."

"It was a nine."

"Hah!" I said.

"Don't get cocky little bro.  The poor thing obviously 
has never been kissed before."  

Georgia picked up the blunt, took a drag, and then 
turned Stacy's head to face her.  "My turn."

I felt Stacy edge closer to me, as if to escape 
Georgia.

Stacy stuttered, "I-I don't know about this.  I've 
never ah. . ."

"Don't worry Stacy, there's nothing to be afraid of."  
Stacy was staring at the wall, avoiding Georgia's 
eyes.  Georgia turned Stacy's head so that the side of 
her head was resting on the back of the couch, and she 
was turned to face her.  "That's a girl, just relax 
okay?"

Georgia put her head next to Stacy's, so they were 
only separated by an inch, and sat there idly twirling 
a lock of Stacy's hair.  "Look at me Stacy.  Do I look 
like someone to be afraid of?"

"No," Stacy said, her voice trembling.

"Do my eyes look like they want to hurt you?"  
Georgia's eyes shone.  Not from malice, but the hunger 
of lust.  

"No," Stacy replied meekly.

Georgia lean closer and traced her lips on Stacy's.  
Soon the two women were both turning their heads in 
tiny circles, their lips barely touching one 
another's.  I saw a pink flash of Georgia's tongue and 
heard Stacy's soft, high pitched moan.  I had already 
lost.

Georgia grew much more insistent.  Still kissing 
Stacy, she climbed over her, captured her face between 
her hands, straddled her, and hungrily explored her 
mouth.  The room echoed with the sounds of their 
grunting, sighing, and the wet sounds of their mouths.  
My cock was hard as a rock.

Eventually, Georgia took her mouth off of Stacy's.  
"So, who kisses the best?"

"You do." Stacy breathlessly replied.

"What's my score?"

"Oh God, a fifteen."

"Hah!" Georgia said proudly.

"Okay sis, you win." 

The two girls gave each other a high five.  "Oh don't 
worry Stevie.  Here, I'll show you how to do it."  To 
Stacy:  "Just lean back again and relax."

"Now close your eyes Stevie and get up close to her, 
so that you can feel the heat and the breath from her 
lips.  Can you feel it?"

"Yes."  

"Now, touch them together.  Don't worry about what you 
are doing or what you are going to do.  Just 
concentrate on your own pleasure."

I moved my lips against Stacy's, this time not 
thinking about what I was going to do to give her 
pleasure.  I just reveled in the tingly feel of our 
lips touching together.

"See?  Your pleasure is her pleasure.  She feels 
everything that you feel.  Keep going."

I touched my tongue to Stacy's lips and traced them, 
exploring the sensations created by each contour of 
her mouth.  Then I could feel Georgia's mouth, and I 
made room for her, sharing her with Stacy.  We kissed 
there together, sometimes all at once, other times 
waiting impatiently for a free mouth to open.  It was 
one of the most intensely erotic experiences in my 
life.  I was almost taken by surprise when I felt 
Georgia's hand groping my crotch, and pulling on my 
zipper.

I looked down to see that Georgia had been a busy 
girl.  Stacy's skirt had been pulled up and her 
panties hung around her thighs.  The moist pink lips 
of her sex were visible beneath her blonde triangle of 
hair. 

Georgia once again straddled Stacy while she kissed 
her.  This time she ground her hips, slowly rising and 
falling, as she explored her mouth.  While Georgia 
kept the younger woman occupied, I made myself useful 
and took my pants off.  

Georgia grew more insistent, almost fucking Stacy's 
mouth with her own, demanding, "I want you so bad 
Stacy.  I've got to have you," between mouthfuls.

I reached beneath Stacy's miniskirt, and she closed 
her legs together so I could pull her panties off.  
The crotch was damp from her arousal.  I slid my hand 
up her thigh, and she spread her legs wide, making 
herself available to my probing fingers.

Georgia was on her knees, straddling Stacy now, 
running her fingers through her hair, and grinding her 
hips against her chest.  "Do you want it Stacy?  You 
do, don't you.  I bet your pussy wants to feel my 
brother's fat juicy cock, doesn't it?  Go on, tell me 
what you want Stacy."

"I want it.  Oh God, fuck me with your fat cock," 
Stacy moaned.

Georgia placed her knee beside Stacy's head, and was 
grinding her miniskirt-clad crotch against the girl's 
face.  "Go on Stevie, let her feel what she's 
missing."

I lifted Stacy's legs and prepared to shove my cock in 
her wet pussy, but Georgia stopped me.  "No.  Do it 
just like the kiss.  Nice and slow, concentrate on the 
feelings."

I sought to control my urges, and teased the mouth of 
her sex with my cock, even going so far as to slide it 
up and down her lips as if I were fucking her.  Stacy 
moaned loudly, begging me, "Please fuck me.  Oh God, 
let me feel it."

"You want to feel it Stacy?" Georgia said, her skirt 
slowly drifting ever higher, as she ground against 
Stacy's face.  Soon, the white globes of her ass were 
visible.  She wasn't wearing any panties and her sex 
was shaved smooth.  I looked underneath her ass, and 
watched as she pleasured herself against Stacy's face.  

At first, Stacy refused to open her mouth, but she 
willingly allowed her face to be used.

"I want to feel it too Stacy.  Let me feel your lips," 
Georgia breathed.  

Stacy was hesitant.  With her lips closed tightly, she 
kissed the petals of Georgia's sex.  

Georgia said, "That's it baby.  Do it for me."  To me:  
"Give her your fat cock.  Shove it in her pussy."

I was happy to oblige, sinking in on one long stroke.   
Her pussy was wet and extremely tight, just the way I 
liked it.  

Before I could begin to fuck her, Georgia stopped me.  
"No.  Just keep it in there.  I want Stacy to 
concentrate on my pussy."  

Stacy grew a bit more daring, stuck out the tip of her 
pink tongue, and sampled Georgia's flavor.  She must 
have liked the flavor; she immediately fell into a 
rhythm of tonguing and sucking her crinkled lips.

"Slow down Stacy.  I want you to take your time and 
get to know my cunt.  Learn my flavor.  Inhale my 
scent.  What is the texture of my lips?  How big is my 
clit?  I want you to learn every nook and cranny."

Stacy slowed down and slowly licked up and down, 
exploring every inch of Georgia's smooth shaven slit.  
You never would have suspected it was her first time 
eating pussy.

"Oh baby, you are licking my pussy good!  Rotate your 
hips clockwise and fuck my brother's fat cock."

Stacy's hips began to rotate, but Georgia demanded.  
"I said clockwise, not counterclockwise."

Clockwise, counterclockwise, it didn't make a 
difference to me.  It was wonderful, but I was dying 
to fuck her.  I had to do something, and Georgia's 
rounded rump was perched invitingly in front of my 
face.  I bent down and kissed her plump cheek.

Georgia arched her back, making herself more available 
to me.  "Stevie, reach behind you and hand me that 
joint."

I twisted around, picking up the joint from the 
ashtray, and handed it to Georgia.

 "You can kiss my ass again," she said.  "I really 
liked that." 

I did, taking a playful bite of her cheek.  She took a 
long drag on the joint, held it and then let it out.

"You know what I want baby bro.  Kiss it.  Kiss my 
hole."

I kissed my way down her spine, then below her 
dimples, and closer to her crack, enjoying the feel of 
her downy hair on my lips.  I had done this before, 
but never with a stranger and always after a bath.  I 
could smell her scent and it was not so fresh after a 
day in the office.  I did it though.  I spread her 
cheeks and I kissed her clenched rosebud.

"Oh Stevie that feels so good.  I want you to burn 
this in your memory baby.  I want you to memorize my 
ass.  How it tastes.  How it smells.  The color of my 
skin."

It was a plump rump, an inviting rump, rounded by age 
and kept pert by exercise.   I did as she asked, 
kissing her and getting to know every inch of her 
beautiful ass.  

"Stacy baby, I want you to flick your tongue back and 
forth and then from side to side on my clit.  Oh 
that's the spot baby.   While you're at it, move your 
hips up and down and side to side with your licks.  
That's it sugar, milk that fat cock."   To me:  
"Stevie, I need to feel your tongue inside me.  Come 
on baby, give me just a little bit."

My hesitations were forgotten.  I pointed my tongue 
and worked into her tightly clenched asshole.  Getting 
into it, I placed a hand on each cheek, spread her, 
and fucked her with my tongue.

Georgia groaned, "Oh God that feels so good.  Stacy, 
do you know what my perverted little brother is doing?  
He's eating my ass, my dirty ass.  Ugh, squeeze his 
fat dick with your pussy baby.  Make him moan for me.  
Make him moan in my ass."

I felt Stacy's pussy tighten around my dick.  I moaned 
into Georgia's ass so I could feel it again.

Georgia said, "That's it baby, keep squeezing that 
pussy.  I'm not going to be able to talk in a minute, 
so pay attention to what I'm saying.  Baby, I want you 
to suck my clit in your mouth and flick your tongue up 
and down on it as hard as you can."  Georgia moaned in 
response.  Her reaction was so strong, her leg slipped 
and in the process of catching herself, knocked a 
picture off the wall.

"Don't stop-don't stop-whatever you do, don't stop," 
Georgia cried.  Her ass clenched down tightly on my 
tongue as her orgasm hit.  She bucked wildly, and I 
could hear Stacy gasping for breath.  "Fuck-fuck-I'm 
coming," she grunted.  A few seconds later she was 
weakly trying to push us away.  "Stop.  Enough . . . 
I'm too sensitive right now."

Georgia rolled to the side, sat next to Stacy, and 
toyed with her pussy, causing it to contract around my 
cock.  She slapped my ass hard, causing me to push 
into the younger blonde.  "What are you waiting for?" 
she said.  "Fuck her."

I began to fuck her in earnest, while Georgia teased 
Stacy's clit.  "That's it," she said.  "Fuck that 
fucking pussy with your fat cock."  

"You like it?" Georgia asked Stacy.  "You like getting 
fucked Stacy?"  

"Yes," Stacy moaned; while Georgia kissed her willing 
mouth, occasionally moving down to suckle on her 
breasts, while I continued to fuck her.  

"Stop," Georgia said, grabbing me around my cock to 
keep me from plunging in anyway.  "This whore needs to 
convince me she needs to cum."

Stacy looked down at the coffee table, refusing to 
meet our eyes.  "Please," she muttered very quietly.  
"I need to cum."

"No," Georgia said, taking my cock and tracing the 
head along Stacy's silken folds.  "That sounds more 
like a good little girl who needs to go home."

Stacy met Georgia's eyes.   She didn't blush.  She 
didn't stutter.  "I want to cum."

"That's better," Georgia said.  "Spread your legs 
whore - wider."  

Stacy spread her legs until her ankles rested on 
opposite ends of the couch.  Georgia pushed the head 
of my cock in and out of Stacy's pussy a few times 
before letting me resume.  "That's it," she said.  
"Fuck her.  Harder."  

Georgia began to lightly slap the exposed part of 
Stacy's sex in a staccato like fashion.  "Talk to me 
whore," she commanded.

"Fuck me!" Stacy cried.  "Fuck my pussy bastard.  Fuck 
it with your fat cock and make me cum."

Georgia's light slapping grew harder, causing Stacy's 
cunt to clutch my cock with every blow.  I knew that I 
would be cumming very soon, and slowed down to 
compensate.

"Goddamnit, don't stop and don't you dare cum," Stacy 
moaned.   "Fuck me!  Harder!  Spank it!  Oh you bitch, 
you are really spanking my fucking cunt!"  Stacy 
closed her eyes and she emitted a long drawn out cry 
that grew steadily in pitch.  Her wide spread legs 
trembled.  "Oh motherfuck, I'm cumming," she cried.

I was cumming too.  The pressure was released in my 
balls, spilling forth into her hungry cunt.  I had to 
will my eyes to remain open as I came, thrusting into 
her pussy with hard jabbing strokes, my balls pumping 
for an eternity.

I vaguely remember Georgia kissing Stacy and then me, 
before we collapsed on the couch in a tangle of arms 
and legs.  I was in heaven.

Later on we dressed and I saw Stacy to her cab.  I 
walked back up to Georgia's apartment.  She opened the 
door and walked back inside, a fresh joint dangling 
from her fingers.

She said, "I thought for sure you would have left with 
the young blonde."

That wasn't an option even if I wanted to.  Sure she 
was beautiful, innocent, and young.  Well, maybe not 
quite so innocent from some of the things that Georgia 
was able to bring out.  But, the fact remained that we 
had lied to her. What would I do, tell her we lied and 
the Georgia and I just met and used her for ideas for 
a sex story?  Well, who knows, it might have worked.  

However, I didn't want Stacy at all.  Well, maybe I 
did.  She was a beauty and she could really fuck when 
she got going, but I knew without a doubt that I 
wanted Georgia.  Knew that as long as I could be with 
her I would.  

"I've got what I want right here," I said, wrapping my 
arms around her, and looking at her with my best puppy 
dog eyes.  "Besides, you wouldn't kick your brother 
out on the street, would you?"

Georgia took a hit, nibbled playfully on my ear and 
pinched my ass.  

"I guess not," she said.  "But what about our deal?"

"Don't worry," I said, hugging her, and then grabbing 
her ass and lifting her up and into me for a kiss.  
"There's no way I could *not* write about it."

My hands made their way beneath her robe, stroking her 
bare sex.  She was still wet.  I brought my fingers to 
my mouth and licked them clean.  

"What are you doing?" she asked.  

"Are you up for another chapter?" I asked, moving my 
fingers back down to her sex and penetrating her, 
finger fucking her.

"Oh baby, we can make it an epic if you can handle 
it."

"Only one way to find out."
  

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