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What She Wants
(C)2000 by Rose Red
(This is one story in a string of stories involving one young woman in
particular. Each story can stand alone and it is not necessary to read
them in order to understand what's going on. I think in time
Rosemary's character, purposes and desires will be made very clear.
Enjoy)
Warning: This story is not intended for children. You must be of the
legal age in your state to read this. If anyone wishes to re-post this
story, you have my permission as long as you give me the credit. Thank
you. — Rose Red
***
The last seat available at the coffee house happened to be outside, a
table for two. "Perfect," thought Rosemary when she slipped quietly
to the patio. She wanted to smoke anyway. Even though the weather was
breezy with a nasty drizzle, the kind of day that called for a dark
room and soft bed perfect for sleeping, she didn't want to go home.
Rosemary overlooked the older man watching her from the newsstand. He
interrupted her when she began rummaging through her backpack for her
smokes. "This seat taken?" He asked.
"Um, no, I guess." Rosemary shrugged, looking back into her backpack.
She pulled the last cigarette from the pack, lighting it with a
scratched up Bic lighter.
Rosemary checked out the man after her first drag on the cigarette.
She exhaled a plume of dirty gray smoke out of the side of her mouth
while studying the stranger. Nice looking, in an older way. He might
have been twenty-eight or he could have been thirty-eight, it was hard
to tell. His blonde hair didn't have any trace of gray. Rosemary
looked away alternating between sips of her cooling latte and a drag on
the quickly fading cigarette.
She felt his eyes on her. It felt good, a man checking her out. It
had a way of bringing out the tease in her. Especially this man, being
a little older than the guys she hung out with. She blinked slowly and
slid her eyes back to his. She took a last drag from the cigarette,
inhaling slowly as she watched him. Their eyes held. Curls of smoke
drifted from her open lips. "What's your name?" Rosemary asked,
grinding out her cigarette in the ashtray.
"Joseph." He smiled, extending a hand over her backpack.
Rosemary took his hand and briefly shook it before pulling
back. "Mine's Rosemary."
He pulled a cigarette from his full pack offering her one..
"Thanks. This day's been a bitch." Rosemary took the cigarette and
let Joseph light it for her. "Fucking teachers. Fucking algebra.
Like I'll use it one day." Rosemary rolled her eyes and sat back in
her chair, inhaling deeply. Her tits heaved against her baby pink t-
shirt. She noticed his eyes on her tits and smiled secretly when she
felt her nipples tingle and tighten. She loved the attention. She
arched her back a little more, thrusting her tits out farther and felt
the hem of her short shirt slide up her belly a little. His eyes
drifted a little lower. She rubbed her hand over the tanned skin that
now showed above her naval.
Joseph nodded and smiled. "Know what you mean. I wasn't fired up
about that shit either. Good thing, though, when you get outta there
you can pick what you really want to do."
"What do you do?" She ran her little finger over her bottom lip.
"I'm a photographer. Mainly I work for different magazines, some
catalog work. In my spare time I shoot wildlife at the river. Those
sell pretty well."
Rosemary nodded, she could almost see where this was going. "So you do
people? Cool. Like artsy shit?"
He grinned cooly and took his time answering her question. "All kinds
of shit. Let's just say I really enjoy my job sometimes." He placed a
photography magazine on the table between them, thumbing through some
pages before coming to a photo he wanted to show her. "See? I did
that one. You would look good in that kind of shot. I wouldn't use
yellow on you, though. Red is what you need."
Rosemary leaned forward and looked at the nude model covered in yellow
paint. The woman in the picture didn't have any hair between her
legs. "Wow. That's good." Rosemary uncrossed her legs, shifting her
weight in her seat. The sight of the busty woman with a shaved twat
gave her a twinge in her cunt. She wondered if her nipples were
sticking out even more than the woman in the picture. "Looks a little
uncomfortable, though. Doesn't the paint get all dried and shit?"
"Not that kind of paint."
"Oh."
"Have you ever modeled, Rosemary?" He pushed the magazine closer to
her, not taking his blue gaze from hers.
She shook her head, a smirk on her pink-glossed lips. "No, never have."
Joseph closed the magazine and handed her a business card. "You should
think about it. I know you must think I'm coming on to you like some
kind of perv. You have a fine body. Your face is naturally pretty. I
think you could do things, go places, and get paid." He watched her
read over the business card before stuffing it in one of the backpack
pockets. "I pay $40.00 per roll. Just lay back, relax, let me take
care of you and shoot away. Before you know it, ten rolls have been
taken and you get paid on the spot. I know that sounds good to a girl
still in school. You need cash, don't you Rosemary?"
She nodded, eyebrows raised. Her painted nails clicked together as she
considered his words. "I'll think about it, Joseph."
Rosemary's eyes drifted over his shoulder. Immediately her mood
changed, her demeanor stiffened.
"Rosie, honey, I thought you were going to be home right after school?
I was worried about you."
"Bullshit," thought Rosemary.
Rosemary's mother bounced down the sidewalk in their direction. She
seemed oblivious to the rain. Her mother was a gorgeous woman, petite
with dark brown hair. Her eyes were so much like Rosemary's, except
where Rosemary had a generous expression and soft eyes, her mother's
had hardened and stagnated over the years. Her mother had seen her
share of hard times and never hesitated to remind Rosemary about how
hard it has been for her, raising two children on a secretary's
salary. Their father was long gone, a drifter of some kind.
Her mother plucked the cigarette away from Rosemary. Her full lips
were painted dark red today and sucked hard on the business end of
Rosemary's cigarette. "You're too young to smoke, young lady."
Rosemary cast her eyes downward, gathering her backpack and math book.
"And who is this?" Rosemary's mother turned to Joseph. She played
with the dainty chain at her neck and smiled prettily at Joseph. "I'm
Caroline, Rosemary's mother. And you are?"
Rosemary noticed the spark in Joseph's eyes. Her mother did that to
all the men she met. It must be a scent she gave off or something.
They all came sniffing around her like she was a bitch in heat. Even
Rosemary's boyfriends couldn't take their eyes off of the charming
Caroline Randolph and her cute little ass. "Joseph. Joseph Muller.
I'm . . . ah . . . a teacher at Rosemary's school."
Caroline leaned over and took Joseph's hand. "It's a pleasure,
Joseph. I hope to be seeing more of you around Rosemary's school."
She held his hand longer than necessary, Rosemary thought, before
giving him a look Rosemary knew all too well. Besides, her mother had
never stepped foot in her high school, no matter what the reason.
"Yes ma'am, I'm sure you will." Joseph smiled.
"Well, if you don't mind, Rosemary has some chores to take care of at
home. Goodbye, Joseph." Caroline winked before guiding her daughter
from the sidewalk. Rosemary shifted the backpack to her shoulder,
looking back at Joseph and caught his smile at her. She smiled back,
a sexy pout on her sweet pink lips.
Back in Caroline's car Rosemary sulked, ready for the lecture. "He's
too old for you, Rosemary. You can't imagine what a man that age could
be like. He could've been a rapist or molester of some kind. Maybe
that's what you need. I saw the way you flaunted yourself in front of
him, I was watching. One day, Rosemary, one day something bad is going
to happen." Her mother continued her lecture. Rosemary turned her
head and watched the rain drip down the car's window.
===
A few days passed, unremarkable, except Rosemary couldn't get the
concept of all that money out of her head. What she could do with that
kind of money boggled her mind. Soon she could move out, get away from
her mother. She could buy new clothes, a car, but most of all, she
could buy her freedom. She listened to the third ring and recognized
his breathless voice as he cut off the fourth ring. "'Lo?"
"Joseph?" Rosemary asked, in her innocent, little girl voice.
"Speaking."
"It's Rosemary, you know, from the other day at the coffee shop? I was
wondering, could you maybe like use me for some of your pictures? I
remember you said that--"
Joseph cut her off. "Of course, yes ma'am. Let me get my appointment
book and we'll see what we can do."
Rosemary thought he was talking a little strangely, like someone else
was in the room. A few seconds of silence passed as he looked for his
book and in those few seconds Rosemary could have sworn she heard a
woman giggle.
"Alright. How does 4:00 p.m. on Friday look for you?" Joseph asked,
again in his professional voice.
"Uh, fine. I'll be there. 22nd and Fairmont. I know the place.
Anything special I should do or anything?" Rosemary asked.
"No ma'am. I'll see you then. Goodbye." Joseph hung up leaving
Rosemary feeling a little odd.
"Maybe he forgot what he said to me or something." Rosemary
shrugged. "Who the hell cares. The money is all I want."
===
Rosemary stepped into Joseph's studio. The weed she smoked a half hour
earlier helped calm the jitters in her stomach. The room was large and
lit with all kinds of lights. In the center stood a big bed draped
with white satin. Feathers, glasses, clothing and props of all kind
littered the room. Joseph was busy with his cameras, too busy to
notice she had taken a sip of wine from his glass.
"Hey, I saw that. I'll get you your own glass." He looked up at her ,
grinning.
"Cool."
Rosemary continued to check out the room, picking up fabric here, a
pillow there, turning it over and examining it without really seeing
it. "Here you go." Joseph reached over her shoulder from behind and
waved the glass of white wine in front of her.
"Thanks." She took the glass and gulped down a generous portion. "So,
like, what do I do now? Are you going to direct me or something?" She
looked over her shoulder at him, coyly playing with a blond tendril of
her long hair, curving her full pink lips in a smile.
"Yeah, just give me a second. Why don't you sit over there on the bed,
make yourself comfortable. You can untie the robe, just don't take it
off." Joseph smiled before turning back to his equipment.
Rosemary climbed on to the soft bed, leaning back on some pillows and
sipping her wine. The marijuana and wine were definitely relaxing
her.
"How old are you, Rosemary?"
"Almost eighteen."
"You look much older, more mature than girls your age." Joseph offered.
Rosemary smiled. She would turn seventeen in two months.
Joseph took a few preliminary flashes, monitoring the lighting.
Satisfied all was working properly, he turned his attention to
Rosemary. "Alright, pretty lady, just relax."
Rosemary couldn't have relaxed more. She slid deeper into the white
satin sheets, her white robe blending with the cool fabric. She turned
and looked at Joseph, a practiced look of sultry innocence shot from
her brown eyes as she looked at him from beneath her lashes.
"Okay, hon . . . that's good. Touch yourself. Nothing fast, just a
soft touch to your skin. That's it."
She bit her lip and trailed her fingers down the neckline of her robe.
Her fingers disappeared beneath the terrycloth, stroking up and down
between her breasts. The click of the camera didn't seem to matter,
all she heard was the cash register ringing up her paycheck. She
wanted him to take all the pictures he wanted. She planned on making
the afternoon last.
"Baby, that's good. Real good. What are you touching? Can you show
me?"
Rosemary slowly loosened the tie with her hand. The neckline had
loosened as well and now revealed more tanned skin and curves. She bit
her fingernail, looking down at her tits which were still
covered. "You want to see what's underneath?"
"Oh yeah. Show me, baby. Only if you want to. Do you want to? You
are so beautiful."
Rosemary was getting off on this tease. "You want to see my tits,
don't you?"
"I bet those tits are the best tits I've ever seen. I can tell. You
are so hot, Rosemary."
Rosemary pulled open the robe, revealing her larger than average tits.
She pinched her nipples, already stiff with excitement. Each pinch
tightened and hardened the nipples further until they stood nearly an
inch from the deep pink-red areola. She massaged the warm globes,
pushing them together and arching her back, lifting her tingling flesh
to the ceiling. She threw her head back and moaned a little, tossing
her head back and forth on the satin pillows. The camera clicked away,
faster and faster.
"Oh, man....that is so fuckin' beautiful."
Rosemary loved the encouragement. It wasn't long before she had pulled
the robe completely open revealing her toned body. Both hands drifted
between her legs. One touch and she moaned, thrusting her slim hips
up. She rolled over on her belly and gave Joseph a nice shot of her
smooth, round ass peeking above the satin covers.
She threw the robe to the floor, now completely naked on the satin
bed. Juice dripped from her cunt, wetting the sheets in spots. She
didn't care, she was on fire, getting off on this more than she ever
thought possible. She pulled up to her knees, offering her tits to
Joseph, legs spread. Her hair was messy and tumbled now, falling over
her shoulders, barely concealing an angry nipple. She wanted Joseph to
fuck her and the more he stayed away and took pictures, the angrier and
more wanton she would become. She got like this sometimes, when a
boyfriend wouldn't satisfy her right away. She could be cruel, too,
pulling back just when she thought they would come. She enjoyed the
power.
"Fuckin' hot." Joseph breathed.
"Come here, Joseph, and fuck me. Any way you want. Like this even."
Rosemary bent over, giving him a view of her backside. Her asshole was
tiny and pink, but nearly invisible compared to the wet trickle of
juice coming from the hot spot between her legs. She stretched across
the bed, reaching between her legs to pull her pussy lips apart with
two fingers. "Fuck this, Joseph. I know you want it."
Joseph groaned. "Keep it up, baby. Just keep it up."
Rosemary turned around and sat at the edge of the bed. She peeked at
him through a curtain of mussed hair. She pushed her breasts up as
high as she could and tongued her hard nipple. She smiled when Joseph
groaned. Slowly she opened her legs, her little pink tongue still
savagely darting out to each long nipple. The blond hair between her
legs was sparse, allowing a better view of her engorged clit and
swollen pussy lips. Aware by now that Joseph wasn't going to come on
to her for some reason, she took matters into her own hands. Rosemary
reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit furiously with her
fingers. Within seconds her fingers were drenched with her own juice,
her long middle finger sliding in and out of her cunt. She fucked
herself with her fingers, bouncing, groaning and rubbing until she
masturbated herself to orgasm, juice pulsating from her cunt.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-yes. Oh fucking yes." Her hips were still undulating and
thrusting as the last waves of orgasm squeezed from her. Her head was
completely thrown back against the mattress, her tits jutted toward the
ceiling, nipples painfully erect and red. Her legs still spread, she
allowed the camera to capture the moment, uncaring and spent.
She could have dozed off for a second, she was so exhausted and
relaxed. When she looked up Joseph was stepping from the bathroom, a
smile on his face.
"Hot, Rosemary, so fucking hot. I shot seven rolls. Seven fucking,
unbelievable rolls." He pulled a cash box from a desk and began to
count out twenties.
She gathered the robe around her body, still feeling the aftereffects
of the powerful orgasm. "Fuckin' A, Joseph. That was fun."
He handed her $280.00 and kissed her on the lips quickly. "How about
the same time next week?"
"I'll be here." Rosemary stepped away from the bed and dragged a
finger across his lips. "Yeah, count on it."
She slipped her sun dress over her head, slipped into her sandals and
stuffed her panties into her backpack. On second thought, she pulled
the panties from her backpack and tossed them to Joseph. "See ya next
week."
***
Three days had passed since the afternoon with Joseph. She still got
excited when she thought of that afternoon. Shame wasn't an emotion
Rosemary cared much about. Hunger and obsession were more her way of
life.
She had settled in front of the television with a soda, her homework
complete, and played with the remote. No one was home and she wasn't
expecting her sister or mother to be home for a few hours. Too bad
Jesse was at football practice. She could always look for her mother's
vibrator. She sighed and snuggled into the sofa, catching the end of a
movie on cable.
She frowned when she heard the doorbell, ready to tell whatever
salesman it was this time to get a real job. Her scowl turned to a
smile when she saw Joseph on the threshold.
"Hey Rosemary."
"Joseph, come on in." Rosemary stepped back to let Joseph pass
noticing how nice he looked in black jeans and a black
turtleneck. "Come by to see me?"
Joseph turned around, letting his eyes wander from Rosemary's bare
feet, up the long tanned legs to the cut-offs and midriff baring shirt
before settling on her eyes. "Ah, actually, I've come by to see your
mother. We're going out tonight."
Rosemary shut the door and stepped past Joseph. She threw herself back
on the couch with a disgusted "Oh."
"Not that I'm not happy to see you, I'm very happy to see you,
Rosemary." Joseph smiled, leaning over to kiss her softly on the cheek.
"Hmm, yeah." Rosemary shifted her gaze to Joseph for a second. "Did
you fuck her yet?"
Joseph laughed. "You think I would tell you?"
"You don't have to answer that, I already know. Believe me, there has
been enough action around this house for me to know better. She
probably couldn't wait."
"Are you jealous?"
"Hell no. Why would I be jealous of my mother? More like she's
jealous of me. I see the way she comes on to my boyfriends."
"Boyfriends? As in plural?" Joseph laughed. "Lucky boys."
"Yeah well, they're not all boys. Jesse is my favorite. He's like
really big and he loves it when I suck on his huge dick." Rosemary
watched Joseph's reaction.
Joseph looked down at her. "I guess so." He cleared his throat and
sat on the edge of the sofa near her feet. "I mean, that's every man's
dream come true, to have a beautiful woman do that to him."
Rosemary smiled. "I let him slap my ass when he fucks me from behind.
Once, I even . . . "
Joseph stretched over her, running a hand up and down her bare leg.
She placed her other leg in his lap, slowly drawing him closer. She
bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. "What did you do to that
boy, Rosemary?" Joseph asked as he pulled away only slightly. One of
his hands had slipped under her short t-shirt and was now fondling her
breast, cupping the overflowing heat, his thumb tickling her nipple.
"I let him fuck my ass." Rosemary wiggled underneath Joseph until she
managed to pull her shirt up over her head, giving him full access to
her jiggling breasts. "He was so good. His dick is so long, so thick,
the biggest I've ever seen. I love it when he slams it into me again
and again and again." Rosemary pulled Joseph's hair, mashing his face
into her tits.
"He's a boy. Wait till you get a man." Joseph breathed between her
breasts, his hand already unbuttoning the snap on her denim shorts.
"You know what he's really good at?" Rosemary pushed Joseph's mouth
back to her nipple. "He's good at sucking. He loves to suck my tits.
He loves to suck and lick my pussy. He loves it when I come all over
his face."
Joseph groaned. "I bet you're good at sucking. With those lips,
shit..." Joseph trailed off before sucking her nipple deep inside his
mouth. Rosemary thrust her tits even farther into his face, gyrating
her hips now.
"I like to suck his dick when we go to his parents house. They are in
their room watching television or something. Jesse and I are in the
den watching television. I go down on him right there. He gets a
little nervous but I get him going. One time I pulled back and let him
come all over my chest and neck. I wanted his Dad to catch us, then I
would have fucked him too to make him happy. Then I would have gone
back the next day and fucked his Dad again and again. His Dad is so
fine."
Joseph groaned. Rosemary pushed him back, wriggling free of her
shorts. She lay back on the couch, spreading her legs for him to see
her wet pussy. She placed a hand on top of his head and gently pushed
him down. He didn't need much encouragement. Joseph began tongueing
Rosemary's pussy, slowly at first, letting his tongue get a good taste
of her. He looked up and watched her reaction. She pushed her hips
closer to him, opening even wider. He flicked his tongue faster over
her juicy clit. Faster and faster until Rosemary began rubbing her
hips against his mouth. His mouth closed in on her cunt and began
sucking, kneading and licking with urgent grunts. Rosemary cried out
as he continued to fuck her with his mouth. He didn't stop until she
used his hair to pull him back.
"Fuck, Joseph. Take off your pants. I'm going to give you something
you'll never forget."
Joseph stood and stripped from his jeans, tossing them to the floor.
He stripped his briefs and threw them to the side and stood before
Rosemary. His dick was too big to fit all the way into Rosemary's
mouth, too big to fit down part of her throat. "Fuck Joseph. You're
hung like a horse."
Joseph chuckled as Rosemary pushed him to the sofa, smothering his dick
with her hot little mouth. Her lips moved up and down the veiny shaft,
licking and nibbling as she played. One of her hands rhythmically
stroked his meat as she sucked on his juicy head. "Damn Rosemary.
Fuck. Eat me, bitch. Eat me."
Rosemary groaned and grew more frantic. He reached across and slapped
her ass as she went down on him, his cock throbbing with each
slap. "Shit, I'm going to come. Get ready, it's coming." Joseph
groaned loudly as Rosemary clamped down on his throbbing dick. She
sucked furiously, spreading her legs as her own desire started to
mount. She moaned her pleasure as his hot jism shot down her throat.
She continued to punish his meat with ferocious sucks, stopping briefly
to swallow his load.
Rosemary slipped his meat from her mouth watching it bounce once
against his thigh. It was still a little hard but she knew he needed a
little time. She looked up at him, wiping some of his semen from the
side of her mouth and cheek, and smiled. He smiled back.
"Damn, girl. Damn."
"I ain't done yet. Neither are you." Rosemary said as she dug through
her purse. With a triumphant smile she held up a condom. With
practice, she opened the package, only to play with it until Joseph had
time to recuperate. She felt ready to go but wanted to tease him into
rock hardness.
She straddled his hips, shoving her tits in his face. She bounced up
and down on the sofa, laughing as he tried to capture one of her
nipples with his teeth. Instead his tongue would pass over a nipple as
her big tits bounced in front of his face. She played with her
tits. "Do you like my tits, Joe?" She wiggled them with her hands,
burying his nose in her deep cleavage.
"Oh yeah."
"Show me how much." Rosemary said in a pouty, baby-talk voice.
He snapped at a nipple with his teeth capturing one. Rosemary froze.
It hurt but not too much. Just enough to make her slide her hips
against his belly. His cock was hard. Rosemary eased her nipple from
his teeth, kissing him as she leaned back on his legs and rolled the
condom over his cock.
"Joe, honey. This is almost too small." Rosemary giggled.
"That's what I like to hear." Joseph grabbed her slim hips and
positioned her over his dick. With one hand he rubbed the ribbed end
of his cock against her pussy lips. Her clit was already swollen and
protruding slightly from between her wet lips. He tickled her fat clit
with the tip of the rubber, just enough to make her shiver.
"Stop messing around." She laughed as she impaled herself on his
pole. Up and down Rosemary bounced, faster and faster with each
stroke. Sweat began to trickle between her bouncing breasts. Wet
splatter sounds could be heard above there moans and dirty talk.
"You like to fuck me, don't you Rosemary? Do you like my dick?"
Joseph growled.
"Don't stop. No, don't stop fucking me. Deeper. Oh! Oh! Oh! With
each stroke Rosemary's shudders and cries grew louder until both of
them exploded in a burst of raw cries.
After catching her breath, Rosemary pulled away from Joseph. "You
better hurry and get dressed. Mom should be home any minute." She
laughed, grabbing up her clothes, leaving Joseph to scramble to get
dressed and dispose of the used condom. She wondered if Caroline
would smell another woman on her new boyfriend.
Rosemary kissed Joseph hard on the mouth before opening the door for
her mother. "I'll see you Friday." She whispered before her mother
crossed the threshold. Rosemary smiled at her mother, an exaggerated
grin that immediately made her mother suspicious. "Y'all have fun.
I'm going to Jessica's to work on our science project." She waved at
her mother and Joseph and jogged down the sidewalk. She had no
intentions of seeing Jessica tonight...
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