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Jan V. - Dear Diary (Ff) - Part 2 (2/2)
As promised here is the second part of Dear Diary. If you missed the first
posting, just email me and I'll tell you where you can find this and other
stories written by me.
-jan
PS - Enjoy!
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Part Two
March, 7th
Dear Diary
Last night was a really huge disappointment. Sofia has vanished into thin
air. I don't know what happened to her. I start to think she was kidnapped
or something. I called Dad and Jarvis drove all the way to pick me up at
Sofia's house. I think Gloria must be behind this, and because I don't know
who that Gloria is and where she lives I don't have a way to contact my
aunt. I was really in a bad mood when Jarvis arrived and gave him the
finger when he started complaining about my hair (I dyed it purple!) and my
short dress. I said to him, "Who the fuck do you think you are? My
mother?" That made him shut his big fucking mouth for a while.
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March, 8th
Dear Diary
Today I've been to Lisa's house, more a huge white mansion than anything
else. Her dad is my dad's best friend, and so Lisa and I are more or less
stuck to each other. I hate Lisa when she starts bullshitting me, like as
if she could've had all these major fucks she talks about so often. I have
had my fun, though, 'cause Todd and Marv were there and had some major shit
to smoke. I really can't get enough of getting high. It's to fucking nice
to get out of your skin for a while and be free. And when I get high I get
horny like hell and wanna fuck whoever. Todd was ok, but nothing to write
home about. After Sofia boys and girls my age seem so lame. They are!!!!!!
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March, 9th
Dear Diary
Dad's got himself a new girlfriend. She's just eighteen, can you believe
it? I don't know where he finds all those "babies", who could be my own
big sisters. Fortunately I have no brothers or sisters, or I'd make their
life a living hell as I do to Dad's girls... Brynne, it was his girlfriend's
name. She was a Norwegian model who lived in the US because she hated the
climate of her country. She was often away but when she was with him, all
they did was smooching around. I had to get away from home because I didn't
want to puke on them. Today was different because she was lying on a long
chair naked, near the pool. I must admit she's got a good body. She looked
very sexy, especially because her body didn't have any tan lines and shone
from the sunscreen she'd applied on her own skin. I must also admit that I
envied her body and her tits and her long legs. Still, watching her behind
the den's drapes made me wet, so wet that I wanted to finger myself. I
would've if Jarvis hadn't come in the den without saying a word, scaring the
bejesus out of me.
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March, 10th
Dear Diary
Yesterday Brynne was really nice to me in spite of all my practical jokes
and my angry remarks about her. In a way she's kinda cool because she
doesn't pretend to be someone else. She reminds me of Aunt Sofia, 'cause
she likes to read as well and has this detached way of living her own life,
as if there was no tomorrow and you gotta live your own life to the fullest
as long as possible, you know. By the way, I wonder where she is. I think
she must've been kidnapped by Gloria or something, or even murdered. And
maybe that bitch is going to come after me. I told this to Dad and he
laughed!!!!! Can you imagine that? The fucking bastard laughed at me in
front of Brynne. She, however, took my worries seriously, saying that he
should call the cops. He dismissed the idea as childish. Yeah, look who's
talking!!!!!!
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March, 11th
Dear Diary
Brynne and I were again alone in the house. It was Jarvis' day off and Dad
had to work. Brynne lay again on the pool chair and looked as damn sexy as
two days ago. I decided to join her and see if she was into girls. By now
I had a major thing for her... I mean, I wasn't in love her or that kind of
heavy stuff, but she just made me wet forever, you know... She was just that
kind of girl that both boys and girls can dream of making love with. I
spread myself on the chair, also as naked as she was. I was a pitiful look,
you know, cream white all over, no tan at all. I noticed her eyes went open
and that she was checking me out through her half open eyes. Yes, 'cause I
noticed that when a girl want you she's kinda subtle, you know, because she
doesn't know what your reaction will be. You don't want to be known as
lesbo, oh no. That's a no-no where I live. But not for Brynne, she told me
later. Norwegian people are more open to alternative sexualities than us
Americans are... She said, "You gotta put some oil or you will be burned
alive." At first her foreign accent was totally, but totally irritating to
me. Today it made me laugh 'cause her English was kinda funny sometimes.
"Ok, then do me," I said, turning over on the chair, my tummy down. "Do
you?" she asked as if she didn't understand what I meant. "Yeah, do me... I
mean, with the sunscreen. What did you think I was talking about?" Brynne
blushed like hell as if I caught her off guard. Yeah, lots of people
underestimate 13-year-olds. Anyway I'll be fourteen in May. I loved her
hands on me, especially when I put her hands on my boobs, because she was
avoiding them as if she was afraid that she was going to rape me or
something if she did that. She also didn't dare to touch my inner legs but
I opened my thighs wider and pointed with my finger the spot she'd missed.
She was slightly embarrassed at first but then she warmed herself to me and
touched me there gently. I grabbed her hand and made her do it slower and
rougher... Again she looked embarrassed but I sent her a look as if I was
begging, you know... and she frigged me for a while until I came. This was my
best orgasm ever.
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March, 12th
Dear Diary
Dad told me that the cops called him. Aunt Sofia was found dead in an
alley. It seemed that someone had stabbed her to death and had dumped her
there. I was in a total shock and, for the first time in my life, I cried
someone's death. When my mom died, I didn't cry. I just couldn't. I just
felt numb, you know, as if you're high on shit or something. I smoked like
crazy, 'cause I didn't want to feel anything. Fortunately, this time I was
not alone. Brynne was really cool and she held me and soothed all the time.
And for the first time in my life, I let someone see my fragile side of my
personality, you know... Everybody thinks I am this monster because I couldn't
even cry my mother's death, but... I am not. I am just a girl like any other.
I am.
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March, 13th
Dear Diary
Today I showed Brynne how to make a joint. It was a major riot to see that
Brynne, despite all her European sophistication, had to learn from me, four
years her junior, how to make a joint. That really cracked me up. This
time we lounged on the balcony of my room. Brynne looked really cool with
her dark, stylish CK shades. I could see her right boob coming out of her
loose, low-cut blouse. I bade my time... I wanted her really high before I
made my move... Yesterday she came with all this bullshit trip guilt, saying
that she really felt bad about her making me come. That she could go to
jail for having had sex with a minor and that kind of stuff. I said that my
father is the one who should be in jail for having seduced her, 'cause she
was just seventeen when he made love to her for the first time. I really
like to see other women smoke, and seeing Brynne getting high with me was
totally, totally cool and sexy. I was all wet when I kissed her on the neck
and she moaned slightly, pulling me away, mouthing a coy 'No'. I came
closer again, my hand between her legs. My fingers pressed her pussy over
her cut-off jeans, and she moaned again. She tried to get rid of me, but
the shit made her weak; she laughed instead, a little higher than she'd
done before. "You are a little devil," she said. "I was warned about
you." My hand went between her legs again, but this time she didn't fight
me. She just closed her eyes (I could see them 'cause I stared at them
sideways) and moaned almost imperceptibly, biting her lower lip, smoking
coming out of her nostrils slowly, as if she was a dragon, a beautiful
dragon at that. I kissed her and she moaned again. She embraced me, but
that didn't help and so I get rid of her hands and kneeled in front of her.
I made her take her jeans and panties off and fingered and licked her off.
She went wild, moaning like a mad woman. She came hard, 'cause I could feel
her pussy throbbing around my hand and fingers... It was totally cool to make
her come and hear that I was a better lover than my father was! Yeah!
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March, 14th
Dear Diary
I was totally pissed when Dad came last night and kissed Brynne. Never in
my life was I this jealous about someone. Brynne did her best to prevent
the unavoidable. I kicked him on the shin and was sent to my room. She
came upstairs and wanted to talk to me but I didn't open the door. If she
wanted to stay with him, so be it. I didn't have to watch it. I wanted to
call someone and get away, but instead I trashed my room and ripped my
bedclothes. Dad threatened to send me to a boarding school; I told him
that I'd rather kill myself than go to such a place. This threat calmed him
down, 'cause he knew I was perfectly capable of going through with it. In
spite of all our fights, Dad and I really knew each other's weakest spots.
We are mad, both of us. Mad, mad, mad, raving MAD!!!!!!
---------------------------------
March, 15th
Dear Diary
Brynne came to my room this morning and woke me up. She apologized for last
night and then remained silent, watching me, as if she waited for my
reaction. I was too sleepy to know what to say. I must have mumbled
something, because she went away - it is all I can remember. I cried my
eyes out when Jarvis told me that Brynne had left and was not coming back.
Right then I wanted to die, because everybody I loved went away or died...
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March, 16th
Dear Diary
Lisa came over because she heard that I was sick. "You look like shit," she
said. "Thanks," I replied. Yeah, that's Lisa and me, always very friendly
to each other. At least she didn't try to bullshit me this time with one of
her made up stories. She asked about Brynne and I made her shut the fuck
up. Then she told me about Todd had been arrested and charged with drug
possession. She heard also that the cops wanted to talk to me about my
aunt's death. I was too weak to say anything. I just wanted her to leave.
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March, 17th
Dear Diary
I feel better today and left the house. It was kinda depressing to be home,
knowing that Brynne wouldn't be there, basking in the sun, her sexy body
reverberating its golden tan. She was a hell of a girl, I must admit, and I
let her go. And that hurt, hurt like hell.
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March, 18th
Dear Diary
Brynne called today, but her call was for Dad, not me. She wanted to talk
to me too, but I didn't. I went to Lisa's and saw Todd there. He talked
about his time in jail and how tough he was. I took all this bullshit in
stride and cracked jokes about that. He was pissed at me, but I just
shrugged and lit a joint. I closed my eyes and imagined Brynne all naked,
dancing in front of me, inviting me to take her in my arms and kiss her
slowly, feeling her tits in my hands and frigging her until she could not
take it anymore. I wanted to play with myself, and I would've done it if I
were home. I wish I was, and so I left Lisa's.
I walked home, shit in my hand and Brynne in my head.
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March, 19th
Dear Diary
I miss Brynne like hell. I went through Dad's phonebook and saw where she
lived. Jarvis drove me to her apartment with the excuse Dad wanted Brynne
back and *I* had to convince her of that. I rang but got no answer. I was
about to leave when Brynne arrived. A handsome guy was next to her, so I
jumped back to Dad's limousine and demanded Jarvis to bring me home. Brynne
ran after me, but she was too late. Jarvis shook his head while driving
home, but I couldn't care less about what he thought of that. Tonight
Brynne called several times, but I told Jarvis to say I wasn't home. I
smoked plain cigarettes this time, 'cause I wanted to think. I needed a
plan, but it was hard to come up with one.
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March, 20th
Dear Diary
I was with Lisa and Todd when Brynne came to my room. I screamed at her she
ought to leave; I didn't want there and that she had no right to come
barging in my room like that. She said she wanna talk to me. I told her
she could do that in front of Lisa and Todd. She shook her head, and as she
did it her long golden bangs hid her shiny green eyes. She looked very sexy
in her sundress. My desire for her returned, and I finally agreed and we
went to the pool and talked. We didn't talk much, because before she could
say anything I hugged her neck and kissed her, my lips on her sweet-tasting
lips, feeling her tits against my body. I liked the way she gasped - it was
more surprise than anything, but think she was a little turned on too,
judging by the way she looked at me. "Stop, you little devil. You're
ruining my new dress." I kissed her again, passionately, leaving her
breathless. I saw her hesitation, but her surrender was near. To make her
relax I made her sit on the couch next to me and rolled a joint for us.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked. "I wanted to see how you
were," she said. "Why would you care?" I said. "You left, didn't you?"
She stared at me in silence, and then said, "I care. That's why I left." I
lit the joint and handed it over to her. She closed her eyes and took a
deep drag in and handed me the shit when she'd had enough of it. She
looked more relaxed; I put my hand on her thigh, and caressed her there.
She grabbed my wrist but writhed myself free. I caressed her tit and she
gasped. A weak "no" formed in her mouth, but I knew better. I kissed her
in the neck and then licked her there. She lost control and moaned, "I
don't know what you do to me. Please, stop." But I didn't want to stop.
My hand went under her dress and panties, and she was as wet as I was. I
gave her the fuck of her life. I sucked all her juices dripping out of her
pretty, delicious pussy. She screamed her heart out when she came, as my
fingers raped her... It was something to be seen, her flushed face. We
kissed for hours until she said she loved me... That I was her Little Devil,
the one that could satisfy her beyond belief.
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