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  Mr. Brent shows up at that moment. It didn’t take him long to arrive. His ID gets him in, and he talks to the police officer for a few minutes. After that, we go down the end of the hallway and talk.

  “I’m sorry I bothered you,” I say after explaining about the drugs. “I don’t think there’s going to be any trouble. Even if he lies about me, all the others will back me up.”

  “There won’t be trouble,” he agrees. “The police aren’t going to take his word for anything. And I don’t mind that you called. I’m glad you did so that I know you’re okay.”

  “If I hadn’t, you would’ve known that there was a problem,” I point out.

  “But there was, and I need to know if you’re going to be okay. I need to know if the creep touched you,” he practically growls.

  “He didn’t. The worst thing that happened is that maybe it’s going to be a long night with all these interviews.”

  “You’re not staying here,” he insists. “I’m not taking any more chances with your safety.”

  “I’ll be fine, and there isn’t anywhere else to go.”

  “You’re coming to my place. You can sleep in my spare room.”

  “I can’t do that. You’ll get in trouble for taking me home with you.”

  “I will if anybody finds out, but there’s no reason why they should, and I’m not leaving you here.”

  I can’t argue with him. He has a look of fierce determination on his face. He tells the shelter manager that I’m going to stay with some friends instead, and she lets us out.

  In his truck, he asks me again if I’m really okay.

  I tell him I am, but he doesn’t look convinced, so I add, “I’ve been convicted of a crime I didn’t commit, spent time in prison, and slept on the street. I’ve been rejected by my family, friends, and prospective employers. I think I can take this in stride. He was a creep, but nothing happened to me, and now he’s been caught. I’m disgusted, but not traumatized. I really will be okay. Besides, I was going to run out the fire exit. The idiot didn’t even think of that. And in the morning, I was going to lay all the trouble on you.”

  He smiles and says, “It looks like you’re becoming tough.”

  We don’t say much else, but I can feel the sexual tension between us for the rest of the ride. I still want him, and I know he wants me. Sleeping in the same house won’t make it easy to keep our hands off each other. I guess we’ll have to work hard at keeping our distance.

  When we get to his place, I can see that he has the same idea. He opens the front door for me and stands well back to let me walk through. Inside, he points to the closet for me to hang up my coat. His coat really. He’s careful not to walk too close as he shows me which bedroom is mine. This can work, I think.

  “The bed’s already made,” he says. “I have a cousin who sometimes stays with me, so I keep it ready.”

  “It looks nice,” is all I can think of to say. Things are awkwardly strained between us.

  “Maybe you’d like to have a shower,” he says, pointing toward the bathroom.

  I decide to take him up on the suggestion. I’d like to wash my hair, and a shower will be relaxing.

  “When you’re done, we can put your clothes in the washing machine if you like. I can give you one of my T-shirts to wear.”

  I take my time under the hot water, enjoying how normal it feels to be having a shower. Afterwards I dry myself with a big fluffy towel and put on Mr. Brent’s T-shirt, which covers me sufficiently, and a new pair of panties. They’re plain ones since I bought the cheapest I can find.

  He takes a quick shower as well, and then gives me a hand with the laundry, throwing in some of his stuff as well since I don’t have enough to make much of a load. I tell him that I only paid fifty cents for my skirt, and we start talking about how great it is to find a bargain, which breaks the ice between us. It feels so ordinary to be washing clothes together and everything’s more comfortable now.

  We put a load of lighter colours in first, and he takes me to the kitchen to find something to eat. While he cooks up some eggs, I’m in charge of making the toast. We’re talking and laughing as we work and it just feels like we belong together. While we eat, he tells me about himself, and I learn that he comes from a large country family with dozens of aunts and uncles and cousins.

  “I miss them,” he says, “but I like what I’m doing and I’m happy here. I’ve made some friends in the city, and I get back home as often as I can, especially for holidays.”

  I talk about my life too, especially the days when it was just me and my dad. I tell him about Alyssa as well, and how disappointed I was that she didn’t believe me.

  “I know how hard that can be,” he says. “Sometimes things go wrong with friendships that really mattered. It hurts like hell for a while, but it makes you stronger.”

  We’ve been talking for an hour, and the first load of laundry is done. We transfer it to the dryer, put my jeans in the washer with some of his, and sit down in his living room. I’m at one end of the couch and he’s at the other, both of us with our feet casually drawn up and facing each other.

  “I haven’t told you the good news yet,” he says. “I put some things into motion tonight. I’m going to get you off.”

  My cheeks and my pussy suddenly grow hot.

  Chapter 12

  Riley

  That came out of my mouth all wrong. I rush to explain myself better.

  “Get your record cleared, I mean. But maybe you were more interested in the other kind of getting off.”

  That just comes out of my mouth before I can stop myself. She turns a shade redder and squirms, which has my dick instantly at full attention. I’ve been aroused since we got home, but just managing to keep it under control. It helped that I enjoyed talking with her and getting to know more about her. That made it easier not to think about fucking her, but now my mind’s back on that track.

  “I didn’t mean to go there,” I said apologetically. “It just came out.”

  She’s still looking a little embarrassed, but she smiles and crawls toward me on the sofa. “I think you’re pretty interested in getting off as well.” She reaches out and strokes my cock through my jeans.

  We’re not supposed to do this. Not yet, I think as she undoes the button and pulls down my zipper, but I don’t stop her. I have a raging hard on and I'm aching for her touch. My will-power is gone.

  The head of my cock surges above the top of my briefs and she strokes around it with one finger, sending chills all over my body.

  “I didn’t know the skin would be so silky,” she says, and I’m turned on even more by remembering that touching a cock is a virgin experience for her.

  She’s eager for it though. She starts tugging at my jeans and says, “I want to see it all.”

  I lift my hips up to be helpful, but I let her have the fun of pulling my jeans and briefs off. After she throws them on the floor, she’s back in between my knees again and staring at my erect manhood. I can tell that she’s both impressed and taken aback by the size of it.

  She touches me again, this time with both hands. With one, she explores my balls while the other strokes my shaft. At first, she brushes the tips of her fingers against it, which produces amazing sensations. Her lack of experience isn’t taking anything away from the moment. Her soft, innocent strokes are a total turn on. Each delicate caress sets me aflame, and the look of wonder on her face heightens my pleasure.

  I don’t tell her what to do. She’s discovering for herself and the process is all delight for both of us. Next, she wraps her hand around my cock and starts moving it up and down. She adjusts her grip and movements a few times, and by trying things out she gets the hang of it just fine. Her hand soon educates itself, getting a perfect grasp and smooth easy motion. Now she picks up the pace and jerks up and down, watching with a look of wonder. It’s sheer bliss.

  I’m near to coming, but she isn’t done with experimenting. She leans forward, spilling her long
hair over my hips, and runs the tip of her tongue in circles around the tip of my dick. My cock starts to pulse.

  “Oh, God, it’s incredible,” I cry. “I’m so fucking hot and turned on. I’m going to cum any time now.”

  I’m warning her so that she can move her mouth away if she’s not ready to have my cum in it, but instead she puts it right over my head and starts sucking while still massaging the shaft and cupping my balls. Her lips rouse all the nerves around the ridge, her tongue flicks across the tip, and it feels like her hands are everywhere. The sensations are incredible, and my orgasm bursts forth in a moment of sheer ecstasy. Shouting “I’m cuming,” I start thrusting out of control and shoot my load into her tender mouth. She keeps sucking and swallowing until I’m completely spent and utterly satisfied.

  I fall back on the sofa, pulling her on top of me. Our mouths come together in a deep, probing kiss and I run my fingers through her hair. My cock is already wanting more, spurred on by the heat between her legs. She presses eagerly against it, and I’m desperate to fuck her. It’s time to give my little innocent some more education.

  Chapter 13

  Lindsay

  “That was amazing,” he says to me when we pull our lips apart. “You did that perfectly.”

  “I didn’t get very far,” I protest. “Next time I want to take all of it into my mouth.”

  He groans and presses his cock against me. I start grinding my pussy against it like I did yesterday, but now there’s only the flimsy fabric of my panties between us and I can feel the ridges of his cock rubbing against my clit.

  He reaches between us and pushes the fabric aside so that I can feel his silky skin sliding against mine.

  “You want it inside you?” he asks.

  Heat swirls through me. “Yes,” I moan. I want to feel your cock in my pussy. Fuck me, Mr. Brent. Make me come on your dick.”

  He lifts me up and takes me to his bedroom, where he undresses me. I love the feeling of him removing my clothes even though it only means lifting off his T-shirt and pulling down my panties. I’m standing naked in front of him with my nipples sticking out, begging to be touched.

  He gives me what I want, taking each of them between thumb and forefinger and rolling them around. The pleasure flows through my fluttering belly and washes over my pussy. I’m shaky and my knees are buckling, so he guides me to the bed.

  Before joining me, he yanks off his own shirt and now we’re both naked. His skin brushes against mine as he lies next to me, sending tingles through my body. I turn toward him and run my hands over his chest and down his abdomen, tracing the definition of his muscles and losing myself in the sensation of touching his skin. Being with him feels so right.

  I know he’s feeling it too. His hand is softly stroking my arm as my fingers move over him. It’s a moment of blissful contentment. Before his hands go any further, he gives me a deep, consuming kiss. I’m lost in the beauty of tenderness and intense connection, but the fire is still burning beneath the surface. When his mouth releases mine and turns its attention to my nipples, the passion starts raging again.

  I’m squirming about and crying loudly with pleasure as his tongue keeps lashing each nipple in turn. He latches onto one of them and sucks it firmly while pinching and pulling the other. It’s an incredible blend of sensations. My pussy is thrusting into the air, begging for its share of attention now.

  His hand slides down my abdomen. At the top of my slit, he pauses and rubs gentle circles over the outside skin, making my clit wait in delicious agony. I’m on fire, and when his hand slides in my slit and strokes over the pulsing nub, I cum instantly, screaming that it feels good and loving that I don’t have to be quiet.

  When I stop thrashing about, he kneels between me and I nervously eye the massive object that is about to enter into me.

  “It’ll fit,” he says reassuringly. “We’ll take it easy and I’ll stop any time you ask me to. You only have to tell me if it hurts too much.”

  I hope I won’t have to ask, but his thoughtfulness makes this moment perfect. And it captures my heart. He takes a moment to put on a condom, and I’m aroused by watching his hands move over his own dick even for this simple action. It occurs to me that it would be a turn-on to watch him get himself off. I think I’m becoming very dirty, but I’m loving it. Mostly because this is the right guy.

  He positions himself over me and kisses me deeply a few more times with the tip of his cock pressed lightly against my opening. He slides in just a little and gently moves it in and out, fucking me slowly with just the head at first. Little by little, he slowly moves deeper, gently opening me up and making it easy for me to take him inside. I’m feeling a desire to feel all of his cock, and when the moment of pain comes, it’s not so bad. He keeps penetrating deeper with each stroke and my pussy is opening up for him and dripping the moisture which keeps him moving smoothly. When his balls brush against me, I know he’s all the way inside. All discomfort is gone and replaced by the deepest pleasure.

  Now his strokes become longer. He draws himself all the way out, lingers at the edge and then glides back in. Over and over, his cock presses into me, massaging my pussy and filling me all the way. Gradually he picks up the pace, and now I’m thrusting toward him, meeting his strokes with my own. My clit is throbbing, savoring the brief moment of contact with his groin in the middle of each thrust and the brush of his cock against it at the end. My pussy walls are pulsing, and I’m hovering on the edge of ecstasy, knowing that a few more strokes will send me into oblivion. I feel his cock twitching and guess that he’s at the same moment.

  He pulls out and the tip of his cock rolls over my clit. Sparks of electricity jolt through it as he plunges back in, stimulating a second pleasure spot inside me, then triggering a third one deep inside. Forget those other amazing orgasms. I’m feeling this one in three places at once, spasming on a man’s dick while it’s jerking inside me, and screaming with wild abandon.

  All inhibitions gone, I shout, “I love you,” at least a dozen times.

  As I start coming down, I start to feel embarrassed about that, but after his last thrust he pulls me into his arms and whispers, “I love you too.”

  We embrace and kiss each other lovingly. When our lips eventually part, he says, “I think you should call me Riley.”

  “Riley,” I say, “you’d better get me off. I don’t think you should be my probation officer any more.”

  Chapter 14

  Riley

  Forget the spare bedroom. I fall asleep with Lindsay in my arms, knowing that this is how I want to spend every night from now on. I wake up with my dick hard and nestled between her legs. She’s facing away from me with her body curved perfectly against mine. As I admire it, she stirs slightly and rolls over onto her stomach.

  The temptation is too much. I spread her legs, kneel between them, and pull her over my thighs until her pussy is in front of my dick. With her head turned sideways, I can see one eye. It’s still closed, and she looks half asleep, but I can hear little moans of appreciation. Her arousal glistens and beckons me in. My cock slides easily inside her. I have my hands on her hips to keep her in place, but I control the urge to pump like crazy. Instead I keep it slow and gentle, knowing that she’ll be sore from yesterday.

  Her eyes slowly open, and she says, “This is a nice way to wake up.”

  “Just nice,” I say. “We’ll have to see if I can do better than that.

  I reach under her and softly rub her clit for extra stimulation. Her mouth falls open and the moaning grows louder. In a moment, her hips are jerking rapidly and her body shuddering. I have to fight to stay in, but I keep massaging her pussy with my cock until she gives one last shudder and collapses, sprawled out in front of me

  I’m not wearing a condom, so I pull out without cuming. I’m swollen and throbbing, desperate for release. My hand steals over my cock, and I rub it to ease some of the pressure.

  “You didn’t come, did you?” she mumbles.

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sp; “No, I didn’t have a condom on. I could put one on, but I don’t want to take the chance of hurting you. Maybe you’d like to finish me off another way.”

  “I would,” she says, rolling over and facing me. Her eyes fall upon the hand still lightly stroking my shaft and she smiles, looks at me with those innocent eyes and says, “I have another idea. I want to see you touch your cock and get yourself off. Cum all over me while I watch.”

  I don’t need any more invitation than that. I grasp my throbbing cock firmly, stroke it slowly a few times to get the rhythm going, and then start pumping like crazy. When the pressure bursts, my whole body jerks, and I shoot my load over her breasts.

  “I thought you’d do it like that,” she says.

  “When was that?” I ask, guessing the answer, but eager to hear her say it.

  “When I was in the park, trying to sleep. I kept thinking about you and hoping that you took care of that raging hard-on.”

  “I almost did,” I tell her. “I did jerk off when I got home that night, but then I thought of you and stopped. I couldn’t cum, knowing what you were going through.”

  “That’s so sweet.” She sits up and wraps her arms around me. I hug her back and hold her tightly.

  “I have to confess,” she says into my shoulder. “I touched myself that night. I was so hot from thinking of you and I needed more.”

  “After I gave you four orgasms?” I tease her. She’s sitting back now and sees my smile.

  “I don’t think I can ever get enough, now that I’ve you. But I feel bad that I got myself off while you were denying yourself.”

  “Don’t feel bad,” I tell her. “I’m glad I made you feel that good. And it’s great that you can’t get enough. I’m sure there’s no such thing as enough, and I look forward to proving it. There is just one thing you can do in penance,” I say to tease her. “I want to watch you give yourself an orgasm too. Maybe later.”