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Business Studies 10
By Katzmarek
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Author's Note.
This is a work of erotic fiction. It may not be used for profit
without the author's express permission in writing.
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(Part 10)
Maybe about 2 or 3 in the morning I awake to movements in the
bed. I'm over Nick's side lying on my front.
I turn my head to a little gasp, it's from Rachael. Nick is on
top of her, his faced buried in the side of her neck. Rachael's
legs are locked around Nick who's fucking her slowly.
I feel strange about it, a kind of resentment or jealousy, not
for Nick but for Rachael. It's SO wierd.
Opening her eyes, she sees me looking. She gives me a smile and
holds out her hand for mine. As Nick speeds up, she holds my
gaze, almost apologetically.
(Am I reading too much into this?)
Nick grunts and comes but I don't think Rachael's exactly
enjoying herself. Nick gives her a kiss then spills aout of bed
to go to the toilet.
"You alright honey?" I ask her.
She nods.
"Just wasn't quite in the mood then. It happens sometimes."
"Yes, you could have told him no?" I suggest.
"Sure, and Nick wouldn't have forced me or anything!" she hastens
to say.
"Of course not," I agree.
"It's just... I guess I thought if we were quiet... I'd get into
it. I didn't want to wake you... you were sleeping so
peacefully."
She rolls towards me and puts an arm around my head. She bends
and gives me a little kiss on the lips.
"Sorry Tee," she says, "its just... well, Nick said we should
even the score. He said I was the only one who hadn't had a good
'seeing to'."
"Seeing to!" I exclaim, "bloody cheek! What the hell does he
thing WE did together?"
"Well, he doesn't see that as sex. He thinks it was... more of a
show... for his benefit."
"Egotistical bastard!"
I'm angry, how DARE he?
"Yeah well, that's the way he thinks. But it wasn't like that,
was it Tee? I mean... I felt things... Good things... I... I
wanted you to touch me and I wanted to touch you. That wasn't
just a show, was it?"
"No Rachael, at least as far as I was concerned... Maybe at
first... but later..."
"Yes... later, It was lovely... I kind of wish Nick hadn't been
around. In a way, I just wanted it to be you and me. Do you think
that makes me a lesbian?"
"Don't know, do you still like guys?"
"Sure... but it's different."
"Maybe we're all somewhere in between," I suggest to her.
"Like bisexual or something?"
"Yeah, I saw this programme on telly once, a documentary on
sexual orientation and choices," I explain, " it said that for
most of us it's a matter of personal choice. Of course our
freedom of choice is moderated by socialogical and societal
pressures."
"What? I didn't understand a tenth of that. Are you saying that
to be a lesbian is a matter of choice?"
"Not really, for some they've never fancied the other gender.
Like they've been born lesbian. Just like some have been born
completely hetero."
"Everyone I know would say they're one of the few who were born
hetero," she says grinning.
"Me too, They'd have a fit if you told them their door might
swing both ways."
"Well until tonight, I would have said the same thing."
"Rach' Maybe we shouldn't get too wound up about whether we're
this or that. Does it really matter? You might say we're
broadening our horizons."
"Yeah, you can spoil something by thinking too much."
She bends and kisses me again, a longer, lingering one.
"You're so lucky to have such nice boobs," she says before
bending down and kissing my nipple. "They're SO responsive too...
hmm, hmm..."
She lavishes attention on my breasts, kissing, sucking and
squeezing. She looks into my face.
"Y'know something? I wish you'd woken earlier... before Nick,"
she whispers, "it's you who I wanted to make love with."
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When Nick returns, we're writhing around with one another, mouths
locked together, hands everywhere. We hardly notice Nick coming
in.
He sits on the bed for a while, just watching, then he mumbles
something about going out for a cigar and leaves.
Rachael travels down over my tummy to my belly button and probes
it with her tongue. It tickles and my whole tummy jiggles as I
laugh.
"Keep still," she tells me and holds me around the stomach to
prevent herself from being dislodged.
"I can't..." I giggle.
She puts her hand between my legs and inserts her middle finger
into my vagina.
"That'll hold you," she says.
Everytime she tickles me and I shake, her finger wriggles around
in my hole. It excites me and I move around on it on purpose.
Rachael teases me with her tongue flicking it down in the
direction of my pubic hair.
"Lick me babe," I gasp at her.
"Y'sure?" she grins at me, sawing her finger in and out.
"Does Nick lick you? she asks, teasingly.
"Yes!" I pant, her fingers feel SO good.
"Do you enjoy it?"
"Course!... Please Rach'!"
"Maybe I should get Nick."
"No! you!."
She dips her tongue along my crack. I jerk with the sensation.
"Beatie likes Rachael's tongue?"
"Yes I do, please babe!"
She works her tongue around my pussy, sucking my lips, moving
around in a fluid motion, persistant and rhythymic.
I reach out with my hand and find her knee, thighs, bottom and
finally her blond mound. Rachael twists around, wriggling her
bottom towards me.
Meanwhile she's blowing on me, a kind of a wierd sensation.
"You need cooling down," she chuckles.
"Stop teasing!" I tell her desperately and slap her on the arse.
"Ouch, bitch!"
She rolls me over on my side and returns the favour.
"Ow... not so hard!"
We twist and roll around slapping each other's arses when she
bites me. She clamps her teeth right on an arse cheek, knawling
it like a dog with a bone.
"YEEEOOOWWW!" I shriek, "get off!"
Then we're hugging and laughing and rolling around until we're in
a classic sixty-nine position. We each grip each other's butts,
daring the other to dig in with their fingernails.
I'm aware of Nick standing by the door, a long cigar in his hand.
"I hope you're not planning on doing anything with that?" Rachael
asks, laughing.
"What, and spoil a perfectly good King Edward?" he replies
grinning, "are you guys having fun?"
We begin caressing each others arse, kneading, stroking.
"Yeah... but not as much fun as with you, honey."
I stop and let go of Rachael. I'm hurt and look at Rachael,
questioningly.
'Did I hear that right?' I ask myself, 'would she rather be with
Nick?'
She looks at me puzzled.
"What's wrong babe?"
I'm not going to tell her with Nick standing there.
"Nothing... just tired... maybe I'd better go home..." I mumble.
There's a little chorus of, 'no you don't have to leave,' and
'sleep here. there's enough room,' but I'm fed up and insist.
I dress hurriedly and Rachael comes with me to the door. She puts
her arm around me and kisses me on the cheek.
"Quite a night," she says'
"Yes, I agree.
"Maybe we can do it again?" she suggests.
"Perhaps, give me a call..."
"Ok."
As I walk home down the path, I feel tears forming. For some
strange reason I feel crushed.
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ANGELA'S STORY
Hi, I'm Angela, Beatie's friend. Tee suggested I write a diary
like she's doing, so I can look back on it when I'm old and
remember.
'Gypsies, tramps and thieves.' Y'know that old Cher song about
the men coming around, laying their money down, and the town
calling them nasty names? Well it was a bit like that when I was
growing up.
Mum was working in a massage parlour when she met dad. He told
her he was in the import/export business and he must have been a
good talker because mum's no fool. Mum said the only thing he
ever imported was heroin.
As soon as she told him she was pregnant he was off and we've
never heard from him since. Mum thinks he's probably serving time
in some Australian prison somewhere.
Mum's a real blondie, like me, I mean a REAL one, not the bottle
variety. She was/is a professional masseuse, but nowadays she has
her own parlour and several girls working for her. She, takes the
occasional client still, but they're her 'regulars' and she says
it's more a favour for a selected few.
When I was young, we didn't have that much money. Mum worked
hard, but most of what she earned she put away so we could have a
better life. She couldn't get a mortgage, y'see, because the
banks wouldn't lend to someone 'like her.' They said she had a
'high risk' profession, meaning, they were afraid she'd be busted
and be unable to repay the loan.
It was all a load of crap, of course, just prejudice.
Mum saved up instead and bought our little house freehold. She
told me that 'the fuckers can shove their mortgages up their
arse.' Mum doesn't mince words.
When I started school, the other kids gave me a hard time. It was
all from their parents, of course, and they would call me things
like 'whore' and 'slut.' I don't think they knew what that meant,
I know I didn't at first.
When I found out it really upset me. Mum told me that despite the
nasty things they said, it didn't stop their dads coming around
for a blow job. She couldn't 'out' the bastards either otherwise
she'd lose her clientelle.
But I'm tough underneath, and so is mum. When I got a little
older and started to develop hips and boobs, things began to
change. Ok, so I still get the occasional comment, but I think
they're just jealous of the way I look.
My hair is really thick and I put ringlets through it. It hangs
down practically to my waist and is the envy of a lot of the
girls at our school. I know I'm pretty, I know I have a cute arse
and nice boobs, and I know the boys slobber over me. I use it, I
play the sexy tart when I want to, but it's MY game.
I'm not academic, like Tee, so I use my best asset to get the
things I want. Tee calls me 'street smart' but I've learnt to
play the cards I'm dealt.
Mum always told me to always hold something back. She said to
NEVER give the guys everything they want, that way they'll always
come back. Let them think that they'll get it the next time, or
the next, but she said when you've given everything up, that's
it. She said that's the way to keep them interested.
When I was little, I was used to seeing different guys with mum.
Sometimes I get into bed with mum in the morning and there'd be
this guy snoring away and she'd say, 'this is uncle John, or
Freddie, or Glen or whoever.' I got used to it and thought
nothing of it.
Of course, I became aware later, that somehow this was 'wrong,'
that you had to have one man in the house who you called 'daddy.'
I used to cry to mum and ask why I didn't have a dad like every
other kid. She'd ask me if I thought those kids with dads were
any happier and I couldn't answer her. I mean I KNEW that a few
of them had fathers that were drunk all the time or working so
hard they were never home. Mum said a few of those 'perfect'
families provided some of her best clients.
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My first 'experience,' if you could call it that, was with a boy
a couple of doors down. I was maybe 9 or 10, I don't recall
exactly. We used to play together because they had a trampoline
in their backyard. He also had a fort his dad built for him in a
tree behind the vegetable garden at the back of the property.
Sometimes we'd go up there and play cards and he'd show me the
toy soldiers he'd set up on this little table. I guess he was a
couple of years older, maybe 12, I'm not sure now.
We had this little conversation about what makes girls different
from boys, silly stuff. Of course I knew all about willies and
kittys, I'd seen it all by that stage, but I gather he'd never
seen a girl in the buff, not even his mother.
Anyway, he eventually asked me to show him my kitty. Now I asked
myself, what would mum have charged for a show, so I told him I'd
show him for a dollar.
Hey, I know it's cheap but mum always told me never to fleece the
clients. 'Only charge what the market can afford' and I knew he
didn't get that much pocket money.
He agreed anyway, so I hitched up my dress and gave him a view of
my knickers. His eyes were bulging and he was starting too puff.
I then asked him if he wanted to see everything and he nodded, I
don't think he was able to speak.
I pulled down my knickers and opened my legs for him. I spread
myself a little so he could see all the working parts and he
leaned in, fascinated.
"That's where the willie goes," I told him and he nodded, still
speechless.
"Of course it wouldn't fit in there yet," I said, "I have to wait
until I'm older, y'know, when I get hair down there and stuff..."
He agreed as if he knew all about it but I don't think he knew
squat.
"Ok, so are you going to show me yours?" I asked him.
He went all shy and I said it wasn't fair. He replied that he'd
paid for it and I'd given given him nothing so I told him I'd
give him his dollar back.
At last he agreed, I gave him his money and he undid his pants.
He looked anxiously out the window in case his mother's coming,
think he was terrified.
The poor thing was all shrunken and shrivelled and I had to stop
myself from giggling. He had a few wisps of hair but otherwise it
looked like a little baby chicken without the down.
I then asked him if he could get it stiff for me. I'd seen some
of mum's clients with hard-ons and I knew it gets much bigger.
He blushed all over, so I said he should give it a rub. Mum told
me boys rub themselves at night into tissues and try to hide them
so their mother's don't find out. I asked him if HE rubbed
himself at night.
He couldn't answer me, so I knew he did. I told him that girls do
the same thing but they don't make such a mess. He seemed
surprised, I think he was a bit ashamed of himself.
"It's normal," I said, "everyone does it."
He seemed relieved.
"Girls do it like this," I told him and gave him a little
demonstration.
He watched me tickle myself for a few moments before taking
himself in hand.
"You can give me a kiss, if it'd help?" I suggested.
He leaned in and gave me a little peck on the lips. I opened my
mouth and parted his lips with my tongue. Pretty soon he got the
idea and our tongues played for a bit.
That did it! His little willy stuck straight up in seconds. I
stroked his little balls and he moaned, rubbed harder and his
other hand reached out and felt my kitty.
I looked down as the thing spat it's little load all over his
fist. I laughed and eventually he caught on and laughed too.
For a few weeks it became a regular game with us. We'd play on
the tramp for a bit then sneak off up to the fort. I got to give
my first blow job up in that tree and recieved my first licking.
At that age I wasn't very expert at anything, but the guy thought
I was. It all ended when he spilled the beans to his friends and
they started turning up to join in. I learned an important
lesson, even the guys you think are friends can be bastards
underneath.
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I met Tee about that time. She was real geeky and the girls used
to make fun of her. I mean, she wore braces on her teeth, had
these real dicky glasses and her dresses were always longer then
everybody else's.
I was this stick figure at the time. I had thin, freckly legs and
my straight blonde hair looked like those 'before and after'
shampoo ads, dull and lifeless.
I was having a sob after these girls had said horrible things
about my mother, when Tee came along. She took me to her house
and made me a hot chocolate and some cookies. Then her mum ran me
home in her car.
She's really cool her mother. Mum thinks she's probably turned a
trick or two in her time because she's really switched on and
non-judgmental. Mum said with a figure like hers she would've had
no trouble getting the trade.
Tee told me her dad always has a big grin on his face Sunday
mornings.
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I realised that you just can't trust boys. They tell all kinds of
stories about you to their friends. God! you hold hands with some
guy and pretty soon it comes back to you that you jacked him off!
They're such liars!
I'd go on a date with someone and pretty soon they want to grope
your tits. When you tell them to stop they say, 'oh but you did
such and such with so and so.'
Mum would say, 'honour yourself and let the bastards beg.' I
think, if they want a piece of the action then they need to
respect me.
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I know you all want to know when I first 'did it.' It'd surprise
you to know I was 15 with a few months to go before I became
legal. Of course I was fooling around a fair bit before then, mum
would call them 'dry runs.'
I have never told a soul about this before, but I lost my
virginity to Richard Samuels, our PE teacher.
Richard wasn't that old, I think about 26, but really handsome
and well-built and all the girls had fantasies about him. All
except Tee, of course, I don't think she had fantasies about
anyone!
For PE we all have to wear black track-pants and white T-shirts.
My 'trackies' were tighter than almost anyone's and Richard sure
noticed. I enjoyed teasing him, he tried to ignore me but when I
turned my back, I knew he had his eyes on me, mentally stripping
me.
I played up to it, wiggled my cute, tight arse when I knew he
could see.
I started to hang around after gym class, talking to him and
putting on, what Tee calls, my 'bimbo act.'
"Oh, Mr Samuels, I think I've hurt my ankle, can you have a
look?"
It's kind of embarrassing when I think back now at my flirting. I
didn't think anything was going to happen, it was just a bit of
fun and after all, he WAS a teacher!
I was walking home one day, on the other side of the railway
where there's no houses, mostly small engineering factories.
Richard pulled up in his car and asked me if I wanted a lift. Now
I know teachers are not supposed to have pupils in their cars and
I pointed this out.
"I know," he said, "but this isn't a safe area to be walking
through. I think you'd better get in and I'll see you home
safely."
Yeah right!
Well I get in and he drove me home. He told me that he only lived
a few doors down and wasn't that a co-incidence.
As if he didn't know!
He actually lived in one of the apartments down the end of our
street. He couldn't have lived there long because I'd never seen
him around. He told me that I must drop by and visit some time as
we were neighbours.
When I got in I told my mum. She advised me to be careful because
it was obvious he wanted to get into my pants. I replied that I
wouldn't mind fiddling in his and she went away clicking her
tongue.
Now I was always struggling with some subjects, maths in
particular. Tee tried to coach me a little, but I was really
stressing out over the exams. Richard must have found out because
the staff are always talking about the pupils in the staffroom.
After gym one day, he suggested a little private coaching.
When I told him I thought he was a PE teacher, he replied that he
also had a maths degree! I told him sure, if it was ok with mum.
Mum was cool, although she looked at me kind of funny. I think
she really knew. It was arranged for me to go around to his
apartment.
His place was small, just the one bedroom. We settled in the
lounge and worked for maybe half and hour. He was being nice and
patient with me and took everything slowly so I'd understand.
Then we had a break and he fetched a couple of cokes. He started
to ask these questions about my boyfriends and everything. I told
him I thought all the boys were too immature and he agreed.
"Girls mature earlier," he said, " it's just a fact of life."
He rambled on about how 'repressive' society was in it's attitude
to sexuality. He said my mother was just providing a service that
wouldn't be needed if we were more open about sex.
Even at 15 I knew a line when I heard it and I knew where this
conversation was going. You must understand that Richard's really
nice looking in that chunky, athletic sort of way and I wasn't
averse to a little romp. The air was zinging with tension and he
was looking at me as if I was his favourite dessert.
I'd never made out with anyone more than a year or two older
before. Richard was so smooth I figured he must be very
experienced. Even before I turned up I knew I'd accept any offer
he made.
He asked me if I was happy, whether the boys I'd been going out
with treated and respected me well. I told him they were mostly
gropers and fumblers and braggers. He replied that it was a pity
because a girl like me needed to be treated right.
(Ok, ok, he's full of shit, I know.)
He told me he really liked me, I mean REALLY liked me, and
teachers have feelings too, even though it was wrong. He said
rules were so unfair because sometimes it kept people from
showing their love, that it should be purely a girl/boy thing.
I said I didn't believe in rules unless they made sense and he
replied that he KNEW I didn't accept 'conventions.'
He put his arm around my shoulders and I smiled at him, maybe a
little nervously.
"You're beautiful," he said stroking my face.
He leaned in and brushed his lips on mine. I didn't flinch so in
he came in again, this time for a longer one. Pretty soon we were
playing tongues and he was working his hands up under my top.
Richard suggested we'd be more comfortable lying down. He told me
if I didn't want to go any further I just needed to say stop. I
just said, 'cool.'
In his bedroom we took off our socks and shoes and laid down on
the bed together. He resumed massaging and kissing me and soon
had my top up over my little breasts. Telling me how beautiful
they were, he planted a kiss on the tip of each nipple.
Working his tongue into my little bra, he teased my nipples to
hardness.
"Does that Daniel Smith lick you like this?" he asked.
"No," I gasped.
Daniel Smith had NEVER been this far, depite what the arsehole
said.
He got me to take off my bra then he pulled off his own shirt.
"So I can feel your skin on mine," he told me.
His kissing snd sucking became more frantic, he paid a lot of
attention to my breasts. He'd moved his body so it was between my
legs, my skirt had ridden up and he was grinding his stiff cock
against my panties.
Little sparks were coming, his hard chest slithered over my
chest, his beautifully muscled, tanned body, rippled and
undulated over mine in the heat of passion. I was gone!
Then his fingers began massaging my pussy, stirring up feelings
I'd only ever given myself. His insistent fingertips insinuted
themselves under my waistband and onto my slippery little mound.
"You're wet baby, so wet," he whispered, as if I didn't know!
He lifted himself and drew down my knickers. I thought 'this is
it,' but he just resumed his finger play. Grabbing my hand, he
put it on his hard cock, somehow he'd slid down his pants.
"See what you do to me baby," he said, "is this as big as Daniel
Smiths?"
"Don't know... Richard... uh... never seen it..." I told him
between mouthfuls of breath.
"Y'mean he never did this?" he said and began to vibrate his
fingers rapidly over my clit.
"No... oh... no..." I replied, then he stopped.
"You want me to stop?" he grinned.
"NO, keep... going..."
He held my face towards his, wanting to watch me as I came. I had
to shut my eyes as he was putting me off. Then I was gasping and
moaning and clinging to him as the sparks flew. When I opened my
eyes I was still holding onto his cock. It must have hurt him a
little because I'd squeezed it quite tight.
Later, when he penetrated me it was an anti-climax. He got me to
sit on it and I kind of worked it around and up and down, just
feeling the sensations. It didn't do a hell of a lot for me
really, that first time, he was quite big and I felt stretched
and uncomfortable. Later on I certainly got used to it! He
finished himself with his fist squirting all over my tits.
We followed with a shower where he insisted I wash him. He
followed by washing me but nothing else happened, he was lost in
thought.
As I left he told me it had to be our little secret, that he
could get into big trouble, lose his job and even get arrested. I
assured him I wouldn't tell a soul and I've kept that promise
untill today.
Katzmarek (C)
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