Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Amber And The Department Of Corrections (F+M+, slut)
Date: 3 Oct 1995 02:13:50 GMT

		       The Adventures Of Amber
		    The Department Of Corrections

	It all started when I was working for the City Department of
corrections where the corrections department only took young adults
under the age of 19 years old. Needless to say, there were some really
nice looking girls coming in to stay awhile, and my job was to
supervise these girls and try to keep them out of trouble.

	One night I had the 12:00 am to 8:00 am hell shift (some of
the staff hated it) but that night I loved it. There is a policy that
we have to abide which we have to check all the rooms every hour to
make sure everybody is in bed, sleep or at least in their rooms. Since
I came in at 12:00 am, I waited until 1:00 am to check all eight
rooms. It doesn't take very long to walk the halls and peep in the
rooms. I proceeded to walk down the hall and checked the first three
rooms on the right side of the hall and then work my way back up the
left side.

	Once I got to the left side, I opened the door of Amber Halls
room. I peeked in and noticed that her bed was empty. Not a sole was
there. I flipped the light on and searched behind the door but still
no Amber. I became nervous real fast since this was my shift and I
couldn't see having a runaway on my shift. I closed the door and
walked up to the staff office and was going to make a call to the
Director.

	As I opened the door, I saw Amber - 18 year old sweetheart
with sandy blonde hair, aqua blue eyes and this wonderful slender body
- all muscle - not an inch of fat on this girl. She was standing there
with her head cocked to one side and her tight little panties riding
her ass. She just looked at me and rolled her tongue around the edge
of her lips like she really wanted to suck my already hard cock.

	She approached me and gently grabbed the seam of my zipper and
unzipped my bulging pants. I was so hot that I could have shot my load
in my pants. The experience was too much to handle. I reached around
her waist and clutched her tight little ass and rubbed her smooth
virgin ass. She was making moaning sounds and whispering under her
breath -"fuck me, ohhh, fuck me."

	I knew right then I had to slide my sausage in her tight box
and fuck her brains out. She finally worked my pants off and took her
warm hands and rubbed my stiff dick and played with my balls. I was
getting so hot - I wanted to fuck her right then but she was teasing
me so much that I could not even think straight. Amber pulled my
underwear down to my ankles and gently worked her way down my body
with her tongue, tracing my body with her wet tongue. She got to the
tip of my cock and began to lick the rim of my hard poll and flick the
head of my cock with her warm licking movements. She finally took
"all" of my huge cock in her mouth and worked it up and down. At the
same time, she played with my balls, moving them up and down in slow
motion. I wanted to ram my cock in her so bad.

	I couldn't take in much longer, I pulled her head off my cock
and I picked her up off the ground (vertically) and sat her on the
staff desk, pulled her kinky tight panties off her and I started to
work my way up her leg with my tongue, getting so close to her snatch,
the heat from her pussy was steaming. She wanted to be fucked so bad,
she was moaning. I quit teasing her and positioned myself between her
legs and stuck my "man-hood" in her tight virgin pussy and started
pounding her little body back against the wall. She was moaning, she
grabbed the back of my hair and was pulling it just like you would to
slow a horse down, but I was not going to stop now. I had to release
my load! I reached under her body while I was fucking her tight pussy
and stuck my ring finger in her virgin ass-hole, she began to moan
even louder. I was hoping that none of the other residents would hear,
but at that time, I didn't care -she was so good!

	As I kept ramming my finger in her ass-hole she screamed out
-"Oh... yes... " then she came. I was not too far behind her, I arched
my back and let loose a large load of protein in her virgin love box -
she squirmed with delight. I picked her up off the desk and then
commanded her to get to bed. She obeyed without any problems.

	Later that year, I did the same thing, but Amber invited
another resident to help in the festival of late night sex.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Adventures Of Amber: Amber's Photo Shoot
Date: 6 Nov 1995 23:17:27 GMT

		       The Adventures Of Amber
			 Amber's Photo Shoot

	"Amber, could you spread your legs and sort of hunker with
your hands on your knees?" That was the line that led me to all of
this. I was married right out of high school, being a chubby girl, I
didn't have much self esteem, and didn't think I was smart enough to
go to college. I married John Tyler right out of school and he left me
high and dry after a year. I didn't think I was pretty, I have very
large melon-like tits with tiny little dark pink nipples that stick
out about half an inch and wide hips and a big round ass. I don't have
much of a belly, just a slight roundness, but to add to all of that,
my face is round and pudgy, like a cute Delta Burke. My ex-husband
used to tell me that I could look like a model with my long, rich
brown hair, if I would bother to lose weight, he could have been
right, but I have found that quite a few people like my size and
shape, just the way it is.

	When my John left, we lived in upper Northwest, in Glover
Park, Washington, DC, just a few blocks from the old Soviet embassy,
north of Georgetown. The place was great, but the memory of him was
too strong there. I could smell his aftershave, I found lengths of his
short brownish grey hair, that now reminded me of rabid half-rat
half-weasel fur. I sold the townhouse without telling John, it was in
my name for tax purposes anyway, and bought a small condo in Adams
Morgan, a pretty hip part of town. I sold the house for a very good
amount of money and had more than half left after buying the condo, I
knew I would be fine until I found a job. I got a job as a
receptionist, part time at a graphic art firm around the corner. It
paid for all I needed to pay for, and I wasn't going out at all,
depression had set in firmly.

	I was spending a good deal of time with my friend Jen, I'd
only call her a good friend until she helped me through the breakup,
then it was actually "best" friend. She had a great insight on the
whole thing, telling me that he would never find anyone else like me,
and assuring me that I would find someone better. I knew it was just
talk, faerie tales don't happen to real people, but it made me feel
better anyway. I had fun with her. She was a wild girl, always
wearing next to nothing, talking about these outrageous sexual
adventures and what seemed hundreds of boyfriends. Jen loved talking
about her sexual adventures, not fantasies, just things she loved
doing. I always thought I was too uptight to do anything sexually
outrageous. I had talked to her about being a photographer at some
forgotten party about a year before, right after John and I got
married.

	Then after we had split, Jen was consoling me, telling me that
I should pursue being a photographer, "The only person keeping you
from your dream is you", she told me over and over again. I finally
believed her. I called around and found a evening photography class.
It met every night during the week and would have an extra photo lab
on Saturday afternoons. I signed up for the class and then went and
bought a bunch of photo equipment.

	The next Monday, I went to class with a new spring in my step.
I actually felt confident about MY abilities, not what a man, a little
jerk of a man, named John Tyler, would hand to me, like a dog sniffing
for a bone. I felt as if I had actually regained part of my own self
worth. I stepped into the class room, only a couple of people were
there so far.

	One guy with long dark hair, and another very well built guy
with a more conservative "yuppie-do" haircut, and the instructor, who
looked a little like a less rugged Sean Connery, with piercing blue
eyes with slight wrinkles at the corners, golden tanned skin, and a
tall, lean, wiry body. The long-haired guy demanded my attention
though. His hair was bordering on black, and his skin was smooth and
clean. His eyes were warm looking, like a smile was always about to
burst from his face. Not full of mirth, just joy, I guess. He was also
tall, his body was not thin, but there was no apparent fat either.
`The Ultimate Alpha Male Human' I thought to myself, realizing that my
eyes had lingered too long on his form.

	The class filled up soon after and I discovered that I was the
only woman in the class. The instructor talked about photography for a
while, and I was lost in his talk, everyone including myself had a
thousand questions to ask, it seemed that I was the only novice in the
class. After class, the other students and the instructor assured me
that I would quickly learn all I would need to learn, and anything
that I didn't know they would explain. I felt good about the class, it
had promise, but I still knew I had a lot more work, and luck coming,
before I made it to the point of making a living, but at least I felt
good about myself, for once in my life.

	The next class requirement was to photograph shapes with a
decidedly masculine form. I was out the next day in the afternoon
taking photos of all sorts of things that not necessarily resembled
the "form" of a man, but what symbolized masculinity to me, cars, some
of the monuments with tall spires, a fountain that sat in a square,
spewing white arcs of foam over a pool of water, that seemed alive. I
know it sounds strange, but imagining the masculinity of an object was
suitable to get me sexually aroused. I can't explain it, sort of like
those old movies where two people are kissing, and then the train goes
through a tunnel, or water splashes their entwined bodies, nothing is
seen, but you know exactly what is happening.

	I went to class and the instructor collected our rolls of film
with our names written on them and said he would develop the first
rolls himself. He then told us that a model was going to be in class
that day for us to photograph.

	"Tom is a student at one of the local universities, but
tomorrow we will need to do some fashion photography of a female
form," he paused as if it were going to be a precarious step,"We won't
require a `nude' model, but some of the shots will probably be pretty
risque". He passed around a sheet, a contract for temporary modeling,
basically saying that no photograph will be used in any commercial
venture, etc, blah blah.

	We took some photos of this guy Tom for their rest of the
night, he was well built and quite handsome. I got some closeups of
him that I was sure to dream about as I went to sleep that night. He
was completely naked as he went through his poses, his dick half hard
and hanging like a racehorse's. I found myself squeezing my thighs
together, forgetting about the photography, and had to shake some
sense into myself, to finish the roll. My face was red and hot after
class and I got a similar response from between my legs, though much,
MUCH wetter.

	I took care of that problem before I went to sleep that night,
rubbing my clit with my middle and ring finger, rotating, and clamping
my thighs together for the most sensation, thinking about Jake and
Tom, betting myself that Jake was better built, but agreeing also with
myself that at that level of perfection "better" is just a state of
opinion.

	The next evening in class it became apparent no one was able
to find a woman who was willing to model for the class. The instructor
stated plainly that the class would have to be postponed indefinitely,
until a model could be hired. We had to show up to class each day for
a week, just to hand in some random photographs we were told to take.
Mostly females depicted in statue around the city.

	I had begun to think about doing it myself, but I didn't want
to bear the laughter I knew I was bound to get because I wasn't thin.
I knew my face was pretty, but I still felt too fat to even pretend
like I was a model. In the Saturday class, I was struck with an odd
sense, like it would be okay for me to pose for the class, besides, I
wouldn't be nude.

	Each of us showed the photos we had taken so far. Jake, the
guy that had taken me in all manner of ways over the last few weeks,
in my fantasies of course, showed his first. They were of large women
walking down the street, some nude shots that he explained were his
friend. He said she didn't mind personal shots, but wouldn't do it in
front of people, she apparently didn't mind the photographs being
shown though.

	Throughout the day, they all showed their photographs, most of
them were depictions of large women, which shocked me. "Sexy... exudes
soft... sensuality", was what most of the men said, introducing their
own photos. After class I asked the instructor if I should volunteer
to be a model.

	"We will need one to continue the class, and since it is
summer, there aren't that many students willing to take their clothes
off for strangers", he said.

	"Wait a minute!" I started in quickly, "you told us that no
nude posing would be necessary!" He calmed me down, telling me that he
had planned on nude photography from the beginning, but didn't
anticipate any trouble finding models, but the low attendance of
summer classes decreased the available pool. He assured me that he
would not ask me to go further than I was willing to go. We shook
hands and I signed the form and gave it to him, giving him my sizes
for clothing, albeit uncomfortably.

	The next Monday, I was going to model for the first time in
front of my class. The instructor held my camera, so I would have some
pictures in my portfolio. I went to the changing room, and slipped
into this low cut evening gown. It was forest green and set off my
blues eyes and ivory skin. It was a little tight, well actually I
think it was more slinky than tight, hugging and enhancing all of my
curves. I had to take off all of my underwear because the lines were
all too visible, bulging under the tight silk. The neck was cut very
wide with thin little spaghetti straps and was very loose. Without my
bra, my tits hung low and my nipples were already hard and poking
through the thin fabric. A slit up the side came almost to the top of
my thigh. I don't have any varicose veins so it wasn't nasty looking
or anything, if I wasn't blessed with thinness I was surely blessed
with nice skin.

	I walked on out to the class room and they were all ready for
me. I posed in several positions, all the cameras snapping and
shuttering. After about an hour, we paused for a break. The instructor
asked me into the hall. I had to re-apply my makeup, I was getting
very aroused, looking at all the men looking at me, and my face was
breaking out in red splotches from the heat spreading upwards from
between my legs to my neck and face. What a circle!

	In the hallway, the instructor asked me if I was willing to
get a little more risque with the way I was posing, or even with the
way I was dressed. I was overcome by all the smiles that I saw from my
classmates, and I had to go another step. They liked, I mean actually
liked me posing for them!

	First to come was a series of photos the men all took of me
while I bent over with my hands on my knees. My tits hung low and they
were all getting very clear shots of my deep cleavage. I laid down on
a mattress that was provided, and they took shots of me with my leg
poking through the slit in the dress, the material barely covering my
pussy. I could feel my pussy start to trickle juice and they were
ready for me to change clothes. I was glad, because I would have been
very embarrassed if I had stained the dress with my... juices.

	I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with the clothes in
the dressing room, they weren't what I usually wear. There was a
miniskirt, a pair of black stockings, and a garter belt, along with a
lace shirt with a detachable bra. I put them on, the stockings only
came to mid thigh, and the skirt didn't even cover my ass. I had
planned to put on my panties, but apparently I had lost them
somewhere.

	I went on out to the class room and the cameras started
snapping again. The positions they had me stepping into were getting
more and more raucous, bending over so the the skirt popped over my
ass, though I was facing them and nothing "private" was photographed.
Eventually I dared to remove the bra part of the shirt and moved
around doing my little dance thing around the floor.

	I began to feel my juices running and I called for a break so
I could wipe up the sloppy mess that was building up between my legs.
I was also cursed with that. My pussy juices seemed to flow like a
river when I was very aroused, messing up everything in sight. I went
into the hall, and the instructor asked me if i wanted to go further.
I was hot and was almost sweating, even though it was quite cool in
the building. I said sure, my arousal building even further, until it
seemed there was a constant buzz, coursing through my body, making
every nerve tingle and then hurried off to wipe myself up.

	I went to the dressing room. There was a lace robe there,
cream colored and floor length. I heard a knock on the door. I called
out to the knocker. It was my instructor. He told me I had to get out
quickly so that we could get the shots over quickly. I asked him what
to wear with the robe, he shot back "stockings!" I pulled off all the
clothes and found a white garter and hose on a chair, I pulled them on
quickly, not even thinking about the clothes, just trying to
concentrate on getting them on. I pulled on the white heels that were
there, grabbed the robe and ran out to the class room, pulling the
robe over my nakedness, as I ran down the hall, my thick thighs
slapping together as I ran.

	I had just pulled the robe around my shoulders as I entered
the classroom, and realized that it didn't fasten shut, it wouldn't
even close over my body! What it did cover, it didn't hide. My nipples
were very visible through the basically transparent material. I saw my
pussy and its near baldness. My pubic hair never really grew, leaving
me behind when it passed with these large breasts, but little hair,
probably about four, and only about a quarter inch long. I stood
frozen and all the men started taking pictures right away.

	I soon loosened up and went with the flow. I was bending over,
letting them get shots at my naked pussy and spread asscheeks, fifteen
cameras flashing and clicking all around me, I was no longer on the
stage, I was laying across tables, bending over them. Someone asked me
to spread my ass cheeks and I did, my arousal making me outright
horny! I kept posing, on my back, kneeling down. Another asked me to
spread my pussy lips. I was already creaming, dripping onto the floor,
down my legs, but was too horny to stop to clean myself up. The whole
insides of my legs were dripping and sloppy with the fragrant juices
of my pussy.

	I began to play with my self as I posed, letting cupfuls of my
juices run onto the floor and tables where I sat or lay. I didn't hear
any photo snapping for a second while I was rubbing my clitty with no
abandon, and I suddenly sat up to see what they were doing.

	The instructor asked me if I would mind doing some soft porn
so that the other students could have them for their personal
portfolios. I was so close to coming, and didn't think it would
matter, I couldn't get any more naked!

	It began with the instructor, helping me remove the robe. He
pulled down his own pants, as did the rest of the students. I looked
around the room at about twenty beautiful cocks, some hard, some long
and limp. The instructor asked me to kneel down. I did, keeping my
eyes on the lower half of the whole room. I kept swallowing hard
because my mouth was watering out of control along with my pussy.

	The instructor asked me to kiss his penis. I kissed his penis
right on the tip, the other students circling around us getting
closeup shots of my lips on the very head of his dick. A student
stepped up and I did the same, again more shots. Jake was next. I
kissed his cock while the others took photos, the instructor with my
own camera, I knew I would cherish those pictures forever.

	As soon as I saw the instructor with my camera, getting ready
to push the button down, I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of
Jake's cock as I could, which was only half way. He let out a gasp of
surprise, but didn't move. I moved my lips up and down his cock while
shots were being taken, and then another student stepped up. I could
only see cock and sucked it into my mouth as well. I tasted every cock
in the classroom even the instructor and the first student, who came
back after their first turn.

	I was asked to get on my hands and knees, and this time Jake
was the first to step up behind me. I spread my legs wide, pushing my
ass into the air while holding myself up with my elbows. Jake rested
his cock in my fleshy plump asscheeks, and shots were taken around us.
He moved his cock down so that it was resting right at the opening of
my sloppy pussy. Again shots were taken.

	I moaned quietly, wanting him. I could feel his throbbing cock
pulsating at the opening of my pussy, and I couldn't help myself, I
pushed back as hard as I could, impaling myself on his long hard cock,
meeting no resistance in my wet cunt. I let out a long low moan, and
Jake started pumping in and out of me. I was lost to my pleasure when
I felt a hand on my chin. I opened my eyes a bit and saw a cock right
in front of my mouth. I sunk the cock into my mouth and sucked it deep
while my cunt was drilled by Jake.

	Jake pulled out and I felt drips of warm come splattering my
back, and soon I felt another cock pushing into my open cunt. The guy
I was sucking on pulled out and another cock took its place. The cock
in my pussy pulled out and again I felt warm come splattering across
my asshole. I was lifted to my feet and was made to kneel down again,
this time upright with a cock buried in my pussy. I pumped the cock
and a cock slid into my open mouth. I fucked the cock I sat on and
soon came hard, huge amounts of pussy juice squirted out from my cunt,
and I would have collapsed right there, but hands held me up.

	The guy I was fucking yelled "I'm coming!", and hands pulled
me off of him and I opened my eyes just as gobs of come came spraying
across my tits and neck.

	I lay down on my back and a cock slipped right into my cunt.
Someone knelt over my face and shoved his cock into my mouth, and
still another straddled my chest and wrapped his hands around my tits
and slipped his cock into my very ample cleavage. He slipped and slid,
caressing and pinching my sensitive nipples until he came across my
neck, the warm goo pulsating out of his cock like a warm hose leaving
me with a priceless necklace of liquid pearl.

	When he got off of me, the guy in my cunt pulled out and shot
his come across my belly. Two mouths closed on my nipples and hands
simultaneously caressed and mauled my large tits. Another cock was in
my cunt, but my mouth was left alone. the hands and mouths kept
working on my tits, and I came again, this time straightening rigid,
and screaming through clenched teeth. I was still coming when the cock
in my dripping pussy pulled out and shot his warm load across my bare
pussy lips. Not even a heartbeat passed when another cock slipped into
my pussy, and drove me towards another orgasm.

	As soon as the cock in my pussy shot his load all over my
cunt, I was lifted to my feet. Arms supported me stumbling across the
floor. I kept my eyes closed, mostly because I was still feeling the
after effects of coming and I didn't want to lose any of it, I thought
it was over then. I heard noises for a while and then I was laid down
on something cold.

	I opened my eyes and I was laying on a huge plastic sheet! I
looked up and several of the men had bottles of olive oil in hand. I
laid there and they poured the surprisingly warm liquid all over me,
mixing and mingling it with the come that was splattered all over me.
I squirmed because it half tickled, half felt great.

	The hands and fingers left no part of me unviolated. Fingers
slipped into my ass and pussy at the same time, rubbing the tips
together inside me, first one finger in my ass, then two, then three,
as my moan/scream rose in pitch. Quick rubbing on my clit while the
fingers were buried in my ass drove me to another orgasm.

	Before I could figure out what was going on, I was straddling
a cock and another cock was pushing its way into my ass. I looked down
and it was Jake, oil spread all over his body, his muscles gleaming. I
fucked him while the cock at my asshole tried to push in further. I
couldn't take him at first, I was moaning loudly, at the half pain,
half intense pleasure of the cockhead, just past the entrance, and
then in one quick thrust he was all the way in me, where he stayed for
a second letting me get adjusted to his presence.

	I sat still, impaled on the two cocks, half of me wanting to
scream in pain, the other half wanting to scream in pure ecstasy. I
felt like a virgin again, the two dicks in me began pumping, and that
was all I needed to push me into another orgasm, that threatened to
take my consciousness when it finally passed. The guy in my ass came
not long after I did, and pulled out, I felt his come running out, and
another guy plunged into my backdoor. Jake held up while the other
students took turns on my ass, and taking photos of me in this
position.

	I came a number of times, not even knowing how many times I
had been fucked. My ass was tingling with pleasure, and my pussy was
still squirting its juices, and felt like it was on fire. I touched my
clitty with my finger and went off into another orgasm. I laid there
on the floor while all the students gathered their equipment, got
dressed, took a few parting shots of me laying sprawled and spent on
the floor, and left.

	Jake and the instructor stayed behind. Jake helped me to my
feet, and I stood shaking on wobbly knees. "Amber, do you need any
help?" I heard through the fog of my pleasure. "No." I responded to
Jake or the instructor. I heard other voices, that sounded kind of
like "I'll be down in my office, let me know when you leave so I can
lock the door."

	Jake offered me a ride home, I told him I lived right around
the corner. He asked me if I wanted to go out. And I asked him if he
meant in my condition. I went back to the dressing room and collected
myself. I had some of the coffee that the instructor had put on
earlier, and had about three cups.

	When I was back to myself, I was amazed that so many men had
fucked me, my pussy was kind of sore, a lot less than I had expected,
but it seemed that my arousal had not faded any, I was still as horny
as I was before all this had happened! I had to get out of there.

	I looked around for my clothes. My purse was there, but none
of my clothes were. Not even any of the other clothes were except for
the lace robe. I rummaged around until I found a fraying and dry
rotted t-shirt, but it was clothing and it was clean. I pulled it on
carefully, a few threads snapping on my tits, reaching to just below
my belly button, and then pulled on the lace robe. I cleaned myself as
best as I could and then picked up my purse and walked out to go home.

	I thought that Jake was long gone, he was hot and could have
any woman he wanted, I knew that he had no reason to want me. I walked
out, almost ready to brave the few feet to my apartment with my plump
ass and pussy on display, when I passed the classroom. Jake stepped
out just as I was going by! He asked me if we were still on for that
date he asked me about. He seemed like a nervous little boy, it was so
adorable, no one had ever acted like that around me. I told him sure
and then told him I needed to go get some clothes in my apartment
first.

	We walked out of the building and I turned towards my building
and he turned the other way, I told him that the building just around
the corner was my building. Well, my keys were in my pants, and I had
to call my friend Jen for a spare one. Jake waited by the curb, just
out of hearing range, while I told Jen what had happened that night.
Jen seemed just as excited as I was.

	I asked Jake if he could give me a lift to her house. He said
sure! He told me about himself. He is a professional photographer who
was taking that class to keep up with current technologies. He works
for himself, admittedly mostly doing weddings and baby pictures.

	We got to Jen's house and I went up to get the key to my
place. After I got inside, Penny, Jen, and Jewel all commented on the
way I was dressed. It wasn't until then that I realized just how naked
I was. They were all wearing unusual clothing (in that they hardly
ever wear clothing in their house) t-shirts and shorts, Jen was the
only one in her bra, stockings and panties.

	I told them all about that night, telling them about Jake's
long brown hair and firm muscled chest, and deep set electric blue
eyes, and I even mentioned his very large cock. Jen was the one who
asked me to describe exact length as she held her hands apart asking
me to adjust them. They asked me if they could meet him, I said sure.

	I started walking to the door to ask him in, and they all
stripped, Jewel was the quickest, pulling off all her clothes, and
stuffing them under the couch, Penny took off her shorts and t-shirt,
leaving her in a lace half-shirt and a miniscule g-string, and Jen
just took off her panties. They quickly hid clothing and I waved for
Jake to come in.

	He came in and his face went red from shock. The other three
girls fawned over him, and he blushed and giggled at the attention,
playing the perfect gentleman, trying not to touch ANYTHING. After
about ten minutes, I asked him if I could talk to him. We went up to
Jen's room, he was trying to make his cock go down, pressing on it
through his pants, and I sat him down and explained to him that I
wanted to date him, I explained my sexual history before that night, I
had slept with only two men, one in high school, a lesson in heavy
petting (what was that line in Rocky Horror?) but I was a virgin when
I got married just after high school.

	I explained that I wanted to experiment with sex, but that I
wanted him in my life. I was ready to be rejected, but he wanted me
too! We went downstairs and he drove me back home. He came up with me
and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Sometime in the middle of the
night, I woke up and Jake was fucking me. I was wet and it felt really
good. I came with only a light moan, I didn't have enough energy for
anything else, and then I fell back asleep.

	I woke up and Jake was gone, leaving me with a note with his
office number, beeper number, email address, and his home and car
phone. He wrote that he had about three hours of shoots to do that day
and would call me as soon as he was done, and that I should call if I
wanted to. I decided to go back to sleep, but I felt like I had woken
a monster the night before, my pussy was tingling and I wanted to have
sex, not just sex, I wanted what had happened the night before! I had
never felt so much pleasure in my life, and I wanted it again, and
feeling some pity on the ex of mine, missing the blossoming of his
ugly duckling ex-wife. I settled for two bouts of my fingers against
my clit, and then fell asleep.

	When I woke up again, I didn't bother to put on clothes. I
made some coffee, checked the time, 3:00. I called the company I
worked for and asked them if they needed anything, I don't work
Tuesdays normally, but I usually call just to see if they need help
with a rush job or something. They didn't so I cleaned up my
apartment. Jake called soon after. He asked me if he could see me that
night. I was supposed to go drinking with Jen, but I invited him
along. I called Jen to see if that would be all right, and she was
more than eager. She said, "can we play around?" I asked what she
meant, but she wouldn't say anymore. She asked if Penny and Jewel
could come. I had no problem.