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Subject: {ASSM} Tokens of Love 1: A Traditional Courtship Part 1a/4 (FD CB)
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 22:10:07 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.
   Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if such material will offend 
you, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file. Otherwise.... 
enjoy!

Distribute freely if you wish but please, not to minors

Tokens of Love 1: A Traditional Courtship Part 1a/4


by Nessus

CB Mast FD

The first time I saw her was in the perfume counter at Donalds and was 
immediately entranced by her voluptuous beauty. I was moving stock on the 
floor above and I watched her and her entourage move through the aisles.

"Who's that?" I said casually to Tony who was working with me.

"A rich bitch," he said with a complete lack of interest.

"She's beautiful," I murmured. "How rich?"

"Her family owns this store, most of the town and the state. Real rich!"

"She married?"

"Nope. No one can get close, Billy. I know you're new to town but have you 
seen the compound on the San Rosa Hill overlooking the bay?" I nodded. 
"That's her family's. There are about five big houses in that compound. As I 
said, real rich!"

"She always travel with hangers on?"

"Always. That's why guys like you and me can't get close. Forget about her, 
Billy."

"What's her name?"

"Luisa Ciccosa. Let's go to work."

For a moment, I stared down at her and she suddenly looked up and studied me 
coolly. Immediately, I felt myself blush and quickly bent to me task. When I 
glanced up, she was gone.

People tell me I'm a good-looking guy, some go as far as calling me pretty. 
Trouble is, I've always been shy, uncertain and, when it comes to women, 
completely tongue-tied. I've been in institutions all my life where every 
minute of my day was planned and I didn't have to think for myself. They 
kicked me out when I finished school with nowhere to go so I started 
wandering the country, working wherever I could. As I've never enjoyed much 
success with women, my only pleasure has been from books and I remained a 
masturbating virgin.

Every Saturday, I spent the afternoon in the town library reading all I 
could. It was my one moment of escape. The next Saturday, I couldn't believe 
my eyes when Luisa walked in. She was breathtakingly beautiful, even dressed 
in jeans and shirt and her hair in a ponytail. I gave her a shy smile and 
returned to my books, ignoring her for the rest of the afternoon.

The second Saturday she smiled and I blushed, gave her a stuttered hello and 
buried myself in the books again. On the third Saturday, Luisa arrived in a 
simple black dress with black hose, her thick black hair spilling over her 
shoulders.

"Hello," she said in a husky voice and I willed myself not to glance at the 
tops of her breasts peeking out from her dress. "You're here again."

I nodded. "So are you," I stammered.

She smiled, placed her books next to me and sat next to me. For the rest of 
the afternoon, she chattered with me and I finally plucked up the courage to 
ask her out. I blushed and stammered my way through it and she placed her 
warm hand on my arm. "You're sweet but I can't," she said. "In my family, we 
have certain traditions."

I was becoming totally enraptured by her and looked forward to seeing her at 
the library on those stolen afternoons. Again, I stammered a proposal but it 
was the same answer the next Saturday. The following Saturday she looked at 
me with those big brown eyes after I asked again. "I'm sorry,' she said 
sadly.

" Why won't you go out with me?" I asked petulantly.

"I told you, family traditions."

"Do I have to ask your father?"

"My mother." I looked at her to see if she was joking but she was serious. 
"You have to ask my mother."

"Of course," I said gallantly. "I will ask your mother."

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking deeply into my eyes.

I stared at her full red lips, enchanted by her. "Of course."

"Can you be at my home tonight at six?"

"Yes. What's the address?"

"You don't know? Of course," she added quickly. "I haven't told you." She 
scribbled the address down on a piece of paper. "I'll see you tonight," she 
said as she handed it to me.
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