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'Innocence' is going to be a hard one to follow up ... it's one of my two favorite stories. But after talking to a number of fans, I have a few ideas about how things should proceed.
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***WARNING: this story is not yet finished, and ends very abruptly*** In the days that followed, they never talked about what had happened, though the sexual tension so was thick it was impossible to ignore. Tanya could tell that when the boys were looking at her, they were remembering what she looked like naked. She felt vulnerable and exposed, no matter how much she was wearing. And since it was summer, she often wasn't wearing much. Late at night, she would lay in her bed, touching herself as she relived what had happened. Only it never ended where it did. Every night it was different, but she always ended up fucking at least one of the boys, and usually all three. She would slide her fingers in and out of her as she imagined what it would be like to get fucked. One night, she was feeling so dirty after cumming nice and hard, she took one of her fingers, slick with her own juices, and slid it into her tight asshole. But she never said a word to the boys about how much the incident had turned her on. It was Jeff who first mentioned it, several months later. Jeff, Dan and Tanya were together again, relaxing in Dan's basement. "Careful, Tanya," he joked. "My parents aren't home, so you might end up naked again." Tanya was caught off guard that the subject they had so carefully avoided had come up, and didn't know what to say. "I'd certainly like to see that," Dan chimed in. Tanya blushed. Jeff smiled at her. "Awwww, look, she's getting shy. It turns you on being the center of attention like this, doesn't it?" Tanya knew it did, but she didn't dare admit it. "Every time you don't answer a question promptly and honestly, I'm going to remove an article of your clothing." He started moving towards her. "No! You can't!" Tanya tried to stop him, but Dan was to quick. Before she knew it, he had pulled her tank top up over her head and off. As she curled up in the corner with her arms covering her bra, Jeff piped up. Jeff, I don't think you should be treating her like that." "Why don't you ask her?" Jeff responded. "And remember Tanya, if I don't believe you, those jeans are coming off." Dan sat down next to her. "Are you ok, Tanya?" She nodded. He put his hand on her bare shoulder, and tried to console her. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." "I don't WANT to be protected," she snapped, unsure why she was suddenly so upset. "Don't you understand, Dan? When you had my arms pinned behind my back, I didn't have to worry about what was going on or where things might go. I loved feeling how strong you were, and the excitement of not knowing what would happen next. Sitting here with my shirt of is making me feel so exposed and vulnerable, and you know what else?" She looked Dan straight in the eyes. "It's making me soaking wet." ***This particular scene will appear later, possibly much later, and does not immediately follow the preceding section. If you wish to read the story in order, please do not read this part now *** OUTLINE: He explains that he doesn't want to do anything she doesn't want him to do, and how he understands her virginity is important to her But, he just wants to throw her down and feel himself inside her She admits that that's what she thinks about late at night she talks about how it would feel, how tight she is, how she's had her fingers inside herself, squeezes his fingers gives him a handjob, he tells her to stop, she pushes him down and finishes she pulls away, begs him to leave, tells him she's scared she's going to do something she doesn't want to do hugs her, kisses her, then leaves?
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