Seductions III
Lauren
woke up the next morning, sore but elated. She had lost her virginity,
and instead of feeling overwhelming guilty, she felt somehow liberated.
The guilt was still there, but that was something that she would sort
out later.
She rolled over in the queen sized bed she shared with her best friend,
now lover, Kerry. She laid there, watching Kerry breathe deep and
evenly, one fist curled under her chin, a slight smile on her full
lips. Lauren felt a pull in her groin, her sex immediately becoming
wet. She wasn't sure if it was the memory of her experience with Sam
that caused this, or if just seeing her lover looking so serene, but
Lauren knew she'd have to do something about it.
Climbing out of bed, Lauren stretched, her arms pulling her breasts up
as she reached upwards. Her long black hair hung down her back,
stopping at the bend of her knees. With an impatient gesture, she
flipped the tangled strands over her shoulder, wishing she had the
courage to just cut the whole mess off. It was heavy, thicker than most
people's hair, the fog and moisture in the air in San Francisco making
it slightly wavy. Her body, although curvy and voluptuous, was
constantly hidden under her dowdy clothes. Her prim, white cotton
nightgown covered her from neck to ankles, a gift from her parents
before she left. She had donned the nightgown last night as a habit,
her vain attempt at trying to reestablish some form of modesty.
Lauren gathered a change of clothes, a blue button up blouse and a
black ankle length skirt from her closet before pulling her nubby terry
cloth robe on to head to the bathroom. Opening the door, she was
shocked to see Sam standing at the toilet, his morning liberation of
urine taking place. Even though she had seen his thick cock standing at
attention last night, she had never really seen one in its most natural
state.
"Oh, God! I'm sorry, I didn't knock. I, I , uh, well I mean, um, I
guess I'll just wait until you're finished," Lauren strangled out.
She had been intimate -- very intimate -- with Sam, yet she couldn't
face this type of intimacy. Was she just supposed to become liberal and
come and go as she pleased?
"It's no big deal, Lauren. I'm just taking a leak. We've seen each
other naked, can't be embarrassed now," Sam told her as he shook the
last drops out.
He studied the woman before him. She had been wild last night, but he
could see uncertainty creeping back in. Her pale blue eyes were
downcast, her long, lustrous black hair hiding her delicate features
from his gaze. And her body -- God, what a body -- was hidden under
that hideous Laura Ingall's gown.
"Are you going to shower?" Sam asked, already sliding his boxers down
his legs.
Lauren prayed he would go away, and peeking from under her lashes, she
was startled to see he was getting undressed! "I, uh, yeah," she
replied meekly.
"No sense wasting water. Shower with me. Like I said, we've seen each
other naked. It's no big deal," Sam cajoled, tempting her to shed her
clothes and share the hot spray of water with him.
"Well, since it's you, ok," Lauren said as she slowly unbuttoned her
night gown.
Christ! Did she know what she was doing to him?
Sam thought as
her slender fingers deftly undid each button, sliding it out of the
button hole, and quickly moved down the row. She was slowly seducing
him, not even aware of the power she exerted. He swallowed hard,
praying his flesh would not betray him and he could feel her soft body
pressed against his again. He knew she would be skittish as a colt, he
hoped he could dull that urge of flight, and feel her legs twined
around his waist again.
Pulling back the shower curtain, he adjusted the spray, leaving it warm
enough to soothe, but not hot enough to scald. He stepped in, holding
the curtain back so she could sidle past him and cower in the back of
the shower.
"Why do you look at me like that, Lauren?" Sam asked as he picked up
the soap.
"What do you mean? I'm not looking at you," Lauren shot back, her face
flaming at being caught peeking.
"Yes you are. You think that mess of hair hides your eyes but it
doesn't, sweetheart. I know you're looking, but a part of you isn't
looking from curiosity. Do you think I'm going to ravage you in shower
just because we shared the bed last night?"
"No! It's not that. It's just that last night felt so good, but at the
same time it was so wrong. I mean, I can't change it, but at the same
time, I was brought up to save myself for my husband. Now, I can't do
that!" Lauren exclaimed as she covered her face with her hands.
"Lauren, look at me... No, don't look from under your lashes at me,
look at me," Sam commanded. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. What
happened last night was beautiful. You were amazing, better than anyone
else I've ever had. You shouldn't look back with regret. Instead, look
at it as growing up. You're finally an adult. There is nothing holding
you back anymore. And, anytime you get to feeling scared, or unsure
about it, remember the feelings you had last night."
Sam felt an inward wince when he told her she was the best he ever had,
but hell, the poor kid was distraught. He had to make her feel better.
"Really?" Lauren asked. "You mean that?"
"Of course I do sweetheart. Come here, let me hold you. I promise I'll
only hold you." Sam said as he held out her arms.
Indecision weighed heavily in Lauren's soul. She knew that a
relationship wouldn't be possible with Sam, yet she felt safe. He was
her friend-- now her lover -- so she knew that he wouldn't hurt her.
She crossed the tiny space to him, his arms wrapping around her petite
form. Her breasts pushed against his abdomen, his chin propped on top
of her head. The water rushed over them, Lauren's heart beating
furiously in her chest as she felt him shift and his hardness pressed
against her stomach.
"What are you doing?" Lauren asked, her eyes flying wide open as she
felt him press tightly to her.
"Can't you feel what you do to me? My god woman! You have me so fucking
turned on right now," Sam rasped as he bent his head and brushed his
lips against Lauren's full ones.
"Wait! I can't do this. I mean, what about birth control? I may be
na‹ve, but I know that if we don't take precautions, I'll
end up
pregnant and I'm not going to risk that."
"Hang on. I have a condom in the medicine cabinet," Sam said, his
actions quick as he leaned out of the shower to retrieve the
prophylactic.
Sliding the rubber barrier over his throbbing cock, Sam took Lauren in
his arms again. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers again,
softly, testing her pliancy. She moaned deep in her throat, her breath
catching as he traced the contours of her lips with the tip of his
tongue. Lauren pressed her body closer, not even a whisper of air
between the two forms, their bodies already as one. Sam took the
initiative, sliding his tongue between her lips to drink of her mouth,
her taste, her surprise, her sweetness urging him on.
Water sluiced down Lauren's back, her thick, black hair covering her
firm butt from his hands. Sam impatiently pushed the long, tangled
locks aside, his strong hands cupping her flesh, kneading, pulling her
even closer. Lauren moaned, his hands evoking sensations that swamped
over her clouded brain, her body alive and tingling. She flung feelings
of guilt and regret, instead concentrating on this man, this instant,
this moment.
Sam groaned as her hand timidly crept from his shoulders to his
nipples, to slide down his stomach. His muscles flexed involuntarily as
her small hand found his throbbing cock; his own thinly veiled control
shattering as she began to slowly stroke him. He grasped her hips,
sliding one hand up to tweak her pale pink nipple, as his mouth feasted
on her neck. Lauren could only surrender, putty in his hands, as Sam
maneuvered her against the wall. She felt the cool tiles press against
her back, shivering as Sam grasped her butt, hauling her up and over
his cock. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms
holding tight to his shoulders.
Sam knew he should take his time, but his needs outweighed everything,
except being inside this wildly hot and sexy woman in his arms. He ran
his fingers through her black curls. Finding her soaked, he replaced
his fingers with his cock, sliding in to the hilt on his first thrust.
Lauren felt her tender flesh resist and then part, caressing his cock
as he slid into her. She closed her eyes, the sensations too much, her
body on fire as he stroked in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Sam
couldn't believe how tight she was, it was like his cock was in a vise
clamp. He managed to hold out while Lauren found her own nirvana, his
release coming shortly after.
Lauren lowered herself to her shaking legs, her thoughts swirling in
her head. She had just made love in the shower. Wait, it wasn't making
love, they had fucked like wild animals. Lauren's cheeks were hot, her
eyes downcast as she peered up at Sam. He had a goofy look on his face,
happy and relaxed. Lauren wondered why she couldn't just let go like he
had.
"I'm sorry, Lauren, to just take you like that. I don't know what came
over me. I had just wanted to hold you, honestly," Sam said as he began
soaping his body.
"It's ok, Sam. I enjoyed it, too. It's just a lot for me to deal with
is all. It's not about you, I swear," Lauren said as she began
lathering her hair. She had to use two handfuls of shampoo to get all
of hair clean. "I'm so sick of all this damned hair!"
"Why don't you cut it? I mean, it's sexy and long, but it kinda gets in
the way, if you know what I mean?" Sam said as he rinsed off.
"I haven't cut it since I was very young. But I see what you're saying.
I think I might just do that. A new hairdo to go with a new me," Lauren
said. And she just might do it. It was just a bother, a heavy weight
constantly pulling on her.
As Sam stepped out of the shower, he placed a kiss on Lauren's
forehead. "Thanks, sweetheart. Anytime you want do this again, you know
where you can find me."
Lauren stood under the spray until the water grew cold. Her thoughts
were all over the place. She wondered what Kerry would think if she
knew that her prim and proper best friend and lover had just fucked
their tall, gorgeous roommate in the shower. She wondered if she'd be
doomed to spend forever in purgatory for her sins. She thought
confession wouldn't even help a sinner like her, her penance too great
to undertake. No sense in worrying about things I can't change,
she thought. I'm
going to live for me now. No more worrying about what others think. I
like being able to make my own choices, not making choices that will
please everyone else but me!
With that, Lauren stepped out of the shower and her perspective
changed. She was going to enjoy living in San Francisco. She was going
to do all the things that she had never done before but had always
wanted to. And first things first, she was getting a hair cut. And
maybe some new clothes. No more being mistaken for a school librarian;
Lauren Bennett was a woman now and she was going to be looked at as one.
Lauren burst into the room she shared with Kerry, her determination
evident in her pale blue eyes.
"Kerry! Kerry, wake up." she shouted as she jumped on the bed.
"Wha? What is it Lauren?" Kerry mumbled, her mind too sleep-numbed to
begin processing coherent thoughts.
"I'm getting a haircut. I'm going to get some new clothes. You have to
get up and help me, Kerry. Kerry Clarkson, are you even listening to
me? This might wake you up. I just fucked Sam in the shower. Get UP!"
Lauren said as she shook the tall blonde awake.
"You what?! You fucked Sam? How was it? Oh, give me all the details.
Wait! You're getting your haircut? What the hell happened this
morning?"
"Yes, it was terrific. Yes, I'm cutting my hair, and a whole lot
happened this morning, so get your butt up, we're going to the mall."
"Give me five minutes, Lauren," Kerry said as she scrambled out of bed.
Her sandy blonde hair was completely mussed, her blue eyes squinty as
she struggled to focus. She stood at her dresser, pulling out a pair of
blue shorts and a white t-shirt with the words, TEASE, written in blue
across the chest. She whipped her long tee shirt off, revealing a
toned, tan form, complete with pert breasts and button nipples. She
dressed hurriedly, skipping a bra and underwear, pulling her sandy hair
back behind her ears.
"Let me brush my teeth and wash my face and we can go. I want all the
details, Lauren Bennett," Kerry admonished as she headed off for the
bathroom.
Lauren opened her closet, dismayed at what she found inside. Nothing
but schoolmarm clothes. Long skirts, blouses that covered the most
amount of skin possible, and absolutely nothing suitable for an
eighteen year old. Well, I guess that emergency cash Nana gave me is
going to come in handy, Lauren thought. She pulled an old t-shirt out
of her dresser, the dark blue long faded into a pastel blue. She looked
around; nothing seemed to go with it. As Kerry came back into the room,
Lauren was sitting on the bed, her face in her hands.
"What's wrong?" Kerry asked. Lauren was hardly one to cry at the drop
of a hat.
"I don't have anything to wear. Nothing. Everything all looks like it
belongs to my grandma." Lauren moaned as her tears began anew.
"Don't worry about it. You can borrow a pair of my shorts. We'll find
you something and then we'll get you some new stuff. And I'll even chip
in for a few outfits."
"I can't let you do that. I'll borrow your shorts, but you're not
buying me any new clothes."
"Yes, I am, and you're not going to argue. Here's a pair that should
fit and you can borrow my brown leather slides. Come on, let's go
before you lose your nerve."
Looking in the mirror later that afternoon, Lauren had to admit that
the new haircut really did bring out her eyes. Jean-Paul, the stylist
that Kerry had insisted that she HAD to go to, had cut 36 inches of
hair off. He had softened her look, adding bangs and some wisps that
framed her pale face beautifully. He had even been able to donate the
hair he had cut off, so that wigs could be made for chemotherapy
patients. Then she and Kerry had spent hours shopping for the right
clothes. Their bed was cluttered with all of her new clothes, so
stylish and sophisticated.
"Lauren, move your ass! If you don't find something to wear, I'm going
to leave without you," Kerry yelled from the bathroom. Adding a touch
of perfume behind her ears, she stepped back to survey the results. Her
sandy blonde hair was tucked behind her ears, styled to perfection. Her
tanned skin glowed, her make up sparse, not that she actually needed
any. She had donned a pair of khaki capris and a white halter top that
showed off her tan and slim shoulders.
Lauren opened their bedroom door slowly. She felt more naked than ever.
She was wearing the new bra and panty set that Kerry had insisted on
buying. The silky material caressed her skin, the underwire cups
providing her large breasts with support. Her white shirt clung to her
breasts, her black capris showing her pert backside at its best. She
snuck into the bathroom, furtively scanning the living room as she
passed for her other two roommates.
"Oh my! Look at you. My little girl is all grown up," Kerry said as
Lauren slipped through the open door.
"Oh hush. I feel so...exposed. Are you sure this looks ok?" Lauren
asked for the umpteenth time.
"Yes, it does. Sit, let me do your makeup."
Lauren surrender to Kerry's skillful hands, her eyes closed until Kerry
handed her a mirror and told her see the results. Staring back was a
stranger. The skittish girl who had come from Ogden, Utah, with no
worldly experience was gone. In her place was a stylishly dressed
woman, her black hair framing the creamy white skin of her face. Her
full lips were painted a deep berry, her dark brows slanting over her
pale blue eyes.
"Where did the old Lauren go?" Lauren wondered aloud.
"Gone for a long time, I hope," Kerry answered. She couldn't believe
the change in Lauren either, she looked absolutely beautiful. Finally,
her outward appearance reflected her personality. She looked as
vivacious and lovely as her inner self was. "Let's get going before you
chicken out. Ready for your first night club?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
The two women gathered their money and identification, stopping for a
last make up check in the hall mirror. Sam and Jerrod walked in.
"Damn! Don't you ladies look lovely," Sam said. Jerrod merely let out a
wolf whistle, his eyes roaming over the two women.
Lauren blushed, almost uncomfortable under their scrutiny. "Are you
sure we look ok?"
"Yes, and Lauren, that new hair cut makes you look damn sexy," Sam
added.
"Thanks, Sam."
"My pleasure sweetheart. You two have fun."
"We will," Kerry called out as she ushered Lauren out of the apartment.
"See, I told you that you looked hot. Sam even thinks so."
Lauren didn't reply, her thoughts consuming her once again. She gave a
mental shake of her head. "Let's go have some fun."
"Now you're talking!"
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