The Last Incubus Ch. 32

The Last Incubus: Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Bailie gets her clothes, Ross his girl, and Tina her period.

"When a woman has her regular flow of blood, the impurity of her monthly period will last seven days, and anyone who touches her will be unclean till evening." ~ Leviticus 15 v. 19.

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It was almost 7 PM when I pulled up in front of Bailie's stepfather's apartment building. It was a rundown-looking building in a rundown neighborhood separated from the campus neighborhood by a small park with a reputation for being a hangout for drug dealers. The building was old even by New England standards, which meant it predated the first World War.

Just getting that far was an accomplishment within itself. First, I had to switch library shifts with Lezzie to have my evening free. That was easy enough, but it meant I spent most of the afternoon in the library.

Then, I had to get the key to the apartment from Bailie. I thought that might be difficult because she wasn't speaking to me when I left the house this morning. However, her mood seemed to have changed dramatically by lunchtime. She gave me her key and apologized without specifying what she was apologizing for, except to say that she would tell me this evening when we could talk privately.

Finally, I had to borrow Tina's car, which I was able to do after she returned from work a little past 5 PM. While I was at the house, I picked up the outfit Bailie wore when she ran away, which I found in a pile of dirty laundry.

Last on the list was a quick stop at a convenience store to pick up a cold case of Canadian beer. After that, it was showtime.

Bailie's key got me through the front door of the building, and I climbed the creaky wooden stairs to the third-floor apartment. The sound of a hockey game could be heard through the door along with the stale odor of cheap cigarettes. I quickly undressed and transformed into Bailie's body double and put on her old clothes.

Leaving the beer and the boxes I brought with me on the landing, I put the key in the lock and went inside. Gary was sitting in the easy chair surrounded by empty beer cans and a gray cloud of cigarette smoke watching a hockey game on TV. He had just opened up a can of beer when I walked in.

"Where the hell have you been?" he asked gruffly, slurring slightly.

"Staying with friends from college," I said demurely in Bailie's voice.

"What makes you think I'll allow you back in?" he groused.

"I brought you a peace offering," I replied, and brought in the case of beer I had left in the hallway.

Gary's eyes lit up and he coughed a couple of time in his excitement. But after I put the case of beer on his lap, his mood darkened.

"Where did you get the money?" he asked suspiciously, as he tore open the case. The remaining stub of his cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth, and I didn't need my demonic senses to detect the heavy smell of beer on his breath through the thick stench of tobacco that clung to him.

"I did a couple of cleaning jobs where I was staying and they gave me enough money to buy this for you," I replied in a meek voice.

He took out a can and was about to open it, but then he remembered the can he had just opened.

"Clean this mess up," he ordered as he kicked some of the empty beer cans on the floor to create a space to put the case of beer down in.

I went to the kitchen and found a broom and began sweeping up the empties while he chugged the rest of the open can before opening the Canadian beer. There must have been at least 30 or 40 empty cans around his chair and on the end table beside him, and I suspected many of those had been there since Bailie left.

I filled the entire recycling bin with the empties and was about to put the bin back in the kitchen, when he let out a large belch.

"Don't forget my ashtray."

I didn't say a word as I emptied his ashtray and swept up the butts on the end table that were piled around it. I then headed for Bailie's bedroom to pack up her things, but Gary stopped me.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he bellowed.

"Uh, just to my room to study."

"Just sit your fat ass over there where I can keep an eye on you," he demanded, taking another sip.

I was prepared for this; I just didn't expect him to start so soon. I sat across from him on the torn-up couch next to the TV and took out my laptop. I needed an internet connection, but I remembered that Bailie said she figured out her neighbor's password, so I thought I would try my hand at it. It didn't take very long, maybe two minutes at most to find "Pa$$w0rd" was the key I was looking for. Thank God for her neighbor's lack of imagination.

"Is that a new computer?" Gary asked in that same gruff voice, opening up another can of beer.

"A friend let me borrow it for tonight, but I have to return it tomorrow," I replied as meekly as I could manage.

"Fucking dumb college kids," he said under his breath as he lit up another cigarette.

Trying to concentrate in a smoke-filled room with the hockey game blaring away next to me and a stinky old man watching me during commercials is not the easiest way to study. But on the other hand, the rate at which Gary was going through the case of beer I brought gave me hope that it wouldn't be much longer.

After his fifth can, Gary got up during a commercial break to go to the bathroom, weaving a bit along the way. While he was gone, I quickly disrobed and changed my upper appearance to a succubus, keeping my wings out of sight for the time being. My face still looked like Bailie's, only with red skin, pointy ears and horns. I kept my top off, keeping my breasts on display, but placed my pants over my legs to give the appearance that I was still wearing them.

Gary staggered out of the bathroom and reached for another can of beer, plopping himself down in his chair. It was only after he guzzled half the can before he noticed me.

"What the hell?" he blurted.

"Is something wrong?" I asked in Bailie's voice.

"You! You're... you're a... a..."

"I'm a what, Gary? You seem upset. Is there something wrong with the beer?" I asked.

He looked at the can of beer in his hand, then he looked at me. He took a long draft. When he did, I completed the transformation to a full succubus, claws, tail, and all. I removed the jeans laying on top of my legs and stood naked before him, swishing my tail back and forth behind me.

"Oh shit!" he said, as he started trembling.

"I know I shouldn't have run away from you, Gary. But I'm here now just like you wanted," I said, walking towards him.

"No! No! Stay away from me! Don't come any closer! Don't touch me!"

"But I came back just for you. Isn't this what you wanted—to see me naked? Well, here I am, ready to make your dreams come true," I said as I opened up my wings with a "whoosh," extending them as far as the room permitted.

"Oh, shit!" he murmured. His entire body shook, and a dark, wet spot was growing in the seat of his pants.

I pulled on my chin, putting my long, sharp claws on display. "Hm, where shall we begin? —I know! Maybe we'll start with you shoving your dick in my mouth, just like before. Or would you rather go straight to raping me instead?"

I smiled broadly, showing plenty of black teeth while reaching towards him with my sharp claws. He pulled himself into a ball with his knees around his chin.

"P-P-Please, no. D-Don't hurt me. I-I'm s-sorry a-about w-what I did to you. P-please," he whimpered.

"Gary, are you feeling okay? You look terrible! Not well at all. I'm calling an ambulance," I said, turning back to the couch and picking up my phone.

I tried calling 9-1-1, but the long claw "fingernail" got in the way. I retracted the claws on my hands and started again. While I was fumbling with the phone, Gary scrambled out of his chair, knocking over the end table and sending the ashtray and beer cans scattering across the floor in his haste to get away.

By the time I was done talking with the 9-1-1 emergency dispatcher, Gary stood at the entrance to the hallway with a pistol in his hand.

"Gary, stop! What are you doing? Put that away. Someone could get hurt," I cried out in Bailie's voice.

"G-get away from m-me you—you demon!" he slurred, waving the gun erratically in his hand.

I instinctively wrapped my wings around my body as he fired off ten shots, only two of which hit my wings and ricocheted harmlessly away. When he was out of bullets, he threw the pistol, which bounced off me and fell onto the floor.

I walked towards him and grabbed him by his shoulders, and he passed out.

I laid him out on the couch and quickly changed back into my own body and got dressed. I brought in the boxes from the hallway and placed them in Bailie's room just as the police and the EMTs arrived. There was an elderly lady behind them which I presumed was the landlady who let them into the building.

"Somebody called for an ambulance and then we received a call about gunshots," the first officer in the room said, looking around.

"I called for the ambulance, officer. I stopped by to pick up my girlfriend's things and found her stepfather drinking heavily. While I was here, he started hallucinating, confusing me with my girlfriend, Bailie. She's his stepdaughter. I got worried and called for the ambulance. But while I was calling, he went into his room and came back with a gun and started shooting," I explained.

"Are you hurt?" he asked me and then looked at Gary on the couch, "Is he?"

"No, I'm fine. Fortunately, he was so drunk that he missed. Then he passed out afterwards," I replied.

The second officer saw the gun on the floor.

"Is this the gun he used?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Did you touch it?"

"No. He threw it at me and that's where it landed."

The first officer went over to Gary on the couch and checked his pulse. Then he motioned for the EMTs to enter and take him to the hospital.

"He's a Marine veteran. I'm sure he'd prefer to be taken to the V. A. Hospital in Augusta," I explained.

"We'll call the V. A., but he'll need to be evaluated in the ER here, first," the med tech explained.

"We'll need you to give us a statement, and you say his stepdaughter has been staying with you? She'll have to stay with you tonight, since shots were fired and this is now a crime scene," the first officer explained while the second officer carefully packaged the gun in a plastic bag to check for fingerprints.

"That's not a problem, officer. He's already assaulted her several times. That's why she's staying with me. I'm only here to pick up her things, since she was too afraid of him to come here herself," I explained.

I gave the police a full description of Gary's behavior, including his past aggressive behavior and his attempts to rape Bailie. The police helped me pack up all of Bailie's things and load them into Tina's car. I was back at Tina's house by quarter to ten.

Bailie was waiting for me in the living room when I walked in carrying two boxes of clothes and shoes. There was another box of clothes still in the car along with a couple boxes of books. She jumped out of her chair and her face broke out into a huge grin when she saw me.

"You did it!" she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed me on the cheek.

I told her most of what had happened at the apartment, starting with Gary guzzling down over half the beer I brought over and then "hallucinating" afterwards, firing off his handgun before passing out.

"The last I saw of him was when the EMTs packed him in the ambulance and took him to the local ER. He'll likely need further hospitalization at the V. A. Medical Center in Augusta," I explained.

"He kept that loaded handgun next to his bed, along with a couple of rifles. It's amazing you weren't hurt," she replied, looking me up and down for any sign of injury.

"I'm lucky he's a better drinker than he is a marksman," I agreed.

"What do you think is going to happen to him?"

"I'm not sure, but the Bangor police will probably take away his guns and charge him with reckless endangerment. I'm just hoping the V. A. can give him the help he needs to stop drinking and address his PTSD from his time in Iraq. But at least for now, you don't have to worry about him attacking you."

"I'm grateful to you for that, but I don't want to go back there. There are too many bad memories," she said. She kept her arms around my waist and leaned her head on my shoulders.

"I don't blame you, but I'm sure Tina will let you stay here. By the way, where is she?" I asked.

"She went out on a date with Richard Flaubert. She didn't think she'd be back much before 11."

"Okay. Let me bring in the rest of the boxes and take them upstairs for you."

I had just set the last of the boxes down on the floor in her room when I saw Bailie standing in the doorway. Her aura was glowing brightly, and she was smiling affectionately.

"Uh, is there anything else you need?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, closing the door behind her. "Last night, when we were on the couch, something was happening to my body that made me embarrassed, and I ran away from you. My underwear was getting wet, and I thought I had... well, it wasn't what I thought it was. I was afraid you'd be ashamed of me. But I had a nice talk with Frankie this morning and she explained what it was, and... well... Ross, I've never had an orgasm... and I wondered if you would give me my first one."

My heart pounded in my chest and my mouth suddenly went dry.

"Are— (ahem) Are you sure?"

She nodded and gave me a shy smile. Then she crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. After she tossed it on the floor, she reached behind her and unfastened the hooks on her bra, causing it to shimmer. I watched as she held the cups in place and slipped her arms from the shoulder straps before letting the bra fall to the floor as her breasts bounced free. Her nipples were erect and hard.

I took a step forward.

"Wait."

I stopped and watched as she wiggled out of her jeans. Underneath she was wearing a skimpy, red thong that had a dark line over the crotch where it dug in between the puffy lips of her labia. The smell of her arousal filled my nostrils.

"Tina bought this for me when we went shopping. I was afraid to wear it until this afternoon, but I put it on so I could model it for you," she noted, pulling against the thin fabric in the front.

"I think you look very sexy in it," I gasped at the sight of her.

She looked up at me.

"You do?" she asked sincerely, "I haven't had a chance to trim my hair down there."

Sure enough, her brown pubic hairs could be seen peeking out from the sides of the thong.

"I hadn't noticed until you pointed it out," I replied, smiling.

"Let me take this off," she said, starting to pull the thong down.

"No. Not yet," I said as I scooped her up in my arms and gently laid her down on the bed before crawling in after her.

She reached over and pulled me on top of her, pressing her lips against mine. After a few seconds, her lips parted and she slipped her tongue in my mouth, moaning pleasantly when our tongues met. I broke the kiss and gave her a series of playful pecks and licks on her lips, cheeks and chin, making my way down her neck to her bare chest.

I teased my way around her sensitive areolas, kissing and licking her soft mounds as she reached for my head and tried to direct me to her more sensitive areas. She giggled and laughed as we played a game of "reverse cat and mouse" as she tried her best to get her two round and pointy "mice" captured by my tongue-lashing "cat."

Her giggles turned to moans when I finally wrapped my lips around her sensitive nubs, which had elongated enough for me to tongue the tip while my lips pinched the base. She pressed my head to her breast as she arched her back while I nipped and licked first one nipple and then the other.

She was still panting when I kissed and licked my way down her body, stopping to ream her navel. Moving lower, I gave her lower abdomen a small raspberry, which caused her to giggle and raise her hips and legs, allowing me to hook my thumbs under the waistband of her thong and slip it under her butt and halfway down her thighs. She gasped as the material that had wedged deep in her crevice sprang loose, exposing her sex and releasing her musky fragrance. I pulled the damp thong over her knees and feet and I tossed them on the floor.

She watched me as I pushed her knees to either side and placed my head between her thighs hooking my arms underneath her hips and parted her labia with my thumbs.

"What are you doing?" she panted, planting her elbows and raising her upper body to get a better look over her heaving breasts.

"Just what you asked me to do. I'm about to give you your first orgasm," I replied, enjoying the smell of her arousal.

"But I thought—"

"Shh. Lean back and close your eyes. Take a couple of deep breathes and try and relax. Your first orgasm should be something special, something to remember," I said in a soothing voice, tuning into the growing glow of her aura.

I waited until she put her head back on the pillow and watched her breasts rise and fall as she took a couple of breaths. I dipped my tongue between her puffy labial lips and tasted her for the first time. Her juices, like her aura reminded me of nutmeg and sage.

She gasped as her stomach muscles tightened again, and I paused to give her a chance to ease the tightness before taking a second swipe at her secretion-seeping slit. It took several repetitions of these licks and pauses before she was able to relax her breathing and enjoy my tongue against her glistening pink petals. Soon, she was moaning contentedly as she took slow, deep breaths while I lapped at her sensitive sex and the steady trickle of tangy nectar flowing out of it.

With a rhythm established, I lifted my chin and pressed the flat of my tongue against her hooded nub. She gasped at the sensation and reached for my head with both hands, urging me to continue. I obliged by keeping a steady pressure on her clit as I massaged her with the flat of my tongue.

Her moans got louder, and her stomach muscles slowly tightened as I teased and twiddled her swollen button. But her aura was getting brighter faster than it was growing, and if her first orgasm was to be as memorable as I had in mind, it needed to be much larger. I went back to sucking gently on her labia and lapping at the trickle of lubricating juices that oozed between them.

"Ohh!" Bailie moaned, pulling on my hair, urging me back to her clit.

I did go back, but only after edging her by switching from her perineum to her pussy to her clit and back to her perineum again whenever she got too close to cumming. After close to ten minutes, the flow of her vaginal nectar was no longer a trickle, it was a steady streamlet. But most importantly, with every round of "near misses" and "almost there's," her aura grew larger and larger.

By now, Bailie was writhing and rocking wildly beneath my tongue and lips, trying to fuck my mouth—anything get off. She had never experienced an orgasm, but her level of arousal was so high that she had a better comprehension and appreciation for it than those who did. For her, an orgasm was no longer an object of curiosity, it was an urgent need.

"Oh, please," she mewled, as she pulled on my hair, pressing my mouth against her vulva for release.

Her aura was a blinding white and had expanded well beyond the confines of her corporeal being. I had pushed her to her limit. Any further, and she would likely lose her mind. Unable to wait a second longer, she clamped her legs around my head, pulling me even tighter against her pussy. I took one long last swipe along her perineum, extending it deep between her inner labia, until I reached her throbbing clit, which I massaged firmly with the flat of my tongue.

The giant tsunamic wave of arousal that had been building over the past fifteen minutes suddenly crashed down on her with devastating force, causing her to clench so hard she stopped breathing in mid scream. A second wave just as large followed, and then a third, and a fourth, until she lost count of how many times her body clenched in succession.

It was a sweet and blinding orgasm, and my demon-self had been waiting, salivating for the chance to taste it. But this was Bailie's virgin orgasm, and I held myself back because I wanted her to experience all of it to its fullest measure.

Throughout her climax, I continued to suck and lap her hard hooded button while she clamped her arms and legs around my head and rolled back and forth. Like all things demonic, the pleasure was so great that she couldn't get enough and wanted more, but at the same time she needed to unclench enough to breathe.

I reluctantly released her clit before she passed out; and as her climax slowly ebbed, she relaxed her legs and her grip on my hair, allowing me to sit up. She was still in a blissful trance. Her body was still twitching and shaking, and the smile on her face was nothing short of beatific. The look on her face filled me with emotion—not just the joy and satisfaction of knowing that I have been able to give her such pleasure, but something else, something much deeper and from the heart.

As she came around and opened her eyes, they were unfocused at first, and it took her a few seconds to get her bearings. Once she did, she smiled and then reached for a hug. I crawled beside her, and she wrapped herself around me and kissed me deeply, driving her tongue thirstily into my mouth, no doubt tasting the remnants of her own juices. When she finally came up for air, she rolled on top of me, straddling my hips.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said effusively between pecks of kisses on my lips, cheeks, nose, eyes, and neck.

"Does this mean you liked it?" I asked facetiously, grinning up at her.

"Oh, my God! That was the best thing I ever— Oh, you dork!" she said, laughing.

"Was it as good as you expected?" I asked, smiling.

She propped herself up on her arms.

"Omigod, that was far better than anything I had ever felt before. I couldn't imagine anything feeling that good."

She was still straddling my crotch, putting added pressure on my erection that was now straining against the front of my pants. I twitched involuntarily beneath her, and she smiled when she felt it.

"Did that make you horny?" she asked, coyly.

I nodded. "Watching you cum made me very horny. You're very sexy when you cum."

She had a solemn look in her eye then she asked, "Would you do... I want you to fu—I mean... Ross, will you make love to me?"

"Are you sure?"

She nodded and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, tugging to pull it up.

I lifted my shoulders, and she pulled the shirt over my head before shifting herself lower to work on my pants and belt. When she finally got to my boxers and lifted the waistband over my erection, her eyes went wide as she stared at my fleshy pole.

I chuckled at her reaction. "It's okay. We don't have to do this."

"Are all guys this big?" she asked.

"I haven't met them all, but from the ones I've seen, I seem to be bigger than average," I replied, doing my best to suppress a smile.

She shifted her gaze from my cock to my eyes and started giggling. "You're such a dork!"

She grabbed my cock with both hands and slid them up and down the entire length. Pre-cum formed at the tip.

"Ohh," I moaned quietly as I closed my eyes. Her soft touch made me twitch in her hands.

Encouraged by my reaction, she continued to slide her hands up and down along my shaft at an ever-increasing speed. Some of my pre-cum dribbled down the side as she pumped me, adding lubrication to her hands and sensitivity to my cock.

"Are you cumming? I thought male cum was mostly white," she asked, still pumping me.

"That's pre-cum. It's like a lubricant," I chuckled, propping myself up on my elbows.

"What does it taste like?" she wondered.

I shrugged, knowing that my cum seemed to have unusual properties. "I don't know. Kind of salty, I think."

"Can I taste it?"

"If you really want to. Be my guest," I replied, surprised by her bold curiosity.

She bent down and took a timid lick of the clear fluid oozing from the small slit at the tip.

"Mmm!" she exclaimed, before putting her mouth back down over the tip and sucking the pre-cum off the head while continuing to pump me with her hands.

"Does this mean you like it?" I asked, somewhat facetiously.

"It's really good. It reminds me of nutmeg and... maybe sage?" she wondered, lifting her head.

'How curious that my pre-cum should taste to her what her aura tastes like to me. I wonder if there is any significance to the similarity?'

I was still thinking about that when she asked me, "Does all guys' cum taste like that?"

I looked at her. "Do you really want me to answer that?" I asked, smirking.

"Never mind, smart ass. Does this mean you're ready?" she giggled, eyeing my erection as her hands slid up and down along its length.

I let out a quiet moan. "Bailie, I've been ready ever since you kissed me when I walked in."

Her aura grew and brightened as she looked at my erection. I watched her facial expression change from self-doubt to determination, then she looked me in the eye.

"I'm ready, too. How do we do this? Where do you want me?"

"Come here," I smiled, extending an arm.

She crawled next to me, and I pulled her against me, rolling over on top of her, positioning myself between her legs. She looked up at me with loving eyes while no doubt wondering if I'd even fit inside her. This time, I hesitated.

"I'm on the pill," she said as if reading my mind.

I knew she wouldn't get pregnant, as a little over a week ago, my demonic body had already innately mastered a type of "switch" that enabled me to choose to release ejaculate that gave pleasure or one that also caused insemination. But I couldn't tell Bailie.

"When you're ready, reach down and put me against your opening. I'll go slow so that you can relax your muscles and adjust to my size. It will feel good, I promise."

I raised my hips, and her face showed a combination of excitement, skepticism, and anxiety as she grabbed my cock and placed the tip between her labia. She was warm and slippery, and also very tight—she was clenching.

She took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm ready."

She wasn't.

"Keep taking deep breaths and try to relax your muscles," I said soothingly as I held myself back, waiting for her muscles her to loosen.

It took a few minutes along with a lot of reassurance, but my patience—and hers—paid off. Her muscles slowly relaxed and I eased my way inside, filling the space she allowed me to occupy.

"Ohh," she moaned, as I slowly slid inside her tightness. I paused as she clutched and clenched as she struggled to relax those same muscles that now had the additional task of accommodating my size. She closed her eyes to focus as the expression on her face reflected the pain, pleasure and determination to make this happen.

"You're doing great. Keep taking deep breaths. Let me know if it's too much and I can always pull out," I said in my smoothest voice.

"No, keep going. Just give me a minute," she panted.

"Take your time. Breathe."

"I'm sorry it's taking me so long. It's just that you're so big," she gasped.

"There's no need to hurry or apologize. You're doing great. Besides, it's not like there's someplace else I'd rather be," I deadpanned.

"Wha--? Oh, you dork!" she giggled, getting the joke. With the distraction, her muscles loosened up.

I slid in further and now her own lubrication allowed me to push past her clenches.

"Omigod, omigod, omigod!" she moaned repeatedly as I gradually glided all the way in until our pelvises met, and my balls rested against her ass. She clenched several times as I held myself still, twitching occasionally as she adjusted to my presence.

"I did it!" she whispered to herself.

"Yes, you did. Are you alright?" I asked, already knowing the answer from the bright, wide glow of her aura.

"Yes," she nodded happily, both surprised and pleased with herself. She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. She was still clenching me wildly and I waited until I felt her body relax a little.

"I'm going to start moving now. Just keep taking those slow deep breaths," I said when I thought she was ready.

She nodded, never taking her eyes off of mine.

I began moving in and out just a few millimeters at a time, slowly at first before opening up to a few centimeters at a slightly faster pace.

"Omigod, omigod!" she panted as she clung to me with both arms and legs, limiting my ability to lengthen my thrusts. Eventually, she loosened her grip as her body got better accustomed to the intense stimulation.

I watched her aura shine bigger and brighter as her arousal climbed steadily towards a tipping point. Her ragged breathing and frequent clenching added further proof of her impending orgasm. The thought of freezing her aura briefly crossed my mind, but I decided to let it happen naturally. It came quickly. Smaller but no less pleasurable than her first one.

"Ohhh, yess!" she moaned, as if greeting a new friend, when the wave of pleasure washed over her.

I paused as she recovered in the afterglow, knowing that her orgasm was small enough to serve as the appetizer to a much larger and more satisfying experience yet to come.

She opened her eyes and held my face in both hands and kissed me, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth long enough to show how much she enjoyed the orgasm before breaking it off to take another breath. At the same time, she squeezed her internal muscles, hugging my cock inside her.

"More?" I whispered against her lips.

"I want to feel you come inside me," she whispered back, squeezing my cock again.

I started thrusting again. This time with more force and greater speed. Her body responded immediately, expanding her aura and taking on a lustier whiteness that glowed with a brighter intensity. Her moans were nearly continuous, pausing only to breathe.

Because this was Bailie's first consensual vaginal experience, I wanted it to be just as special and intense for her as her first orgasm. But my own arousal was already close to peaking, and I was afraid I would cum too soon.

I needn't have been concerned. Her tightness, along with the feeling of my cock sparking all of her internal pleasure points quickly brought her back to the edge.

"I'm almost there. Keep going, keep going. Please don't stop," she panted.

I had no intention of stopping. I couldn't if I tried.

"GAHHH!" she screamed as she arched her back and came hard, firmly squeezing my cock. Her aura was blindingly white as it washed over me, pushing me closer to my own climax.

I tried to hold back, wanting to give her some time to recover as she clenched me in a pulse-like rhythm while she came. But her climax was too big and her aura too strong. It fed my arousal, which was now a runaway freight train, moving too fast to stop or slow down as it hurled towards its inevitable impact.

"Bailie, I'm—AHHH!"

Like all great orgasms, it started deceptively small, a tiny tremor somewhere in the back of my sack. But in the space of a heartbeat, it roared into full size, massive and powerful. It slammed into me, beginning with the hot stream of liquid passion flowing through my loins, it traveled quickly throughout my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Its overwhelming pleasure froze me in place on my downward thrust as spurt after spurt gushed through me.

Bailie clenched harder with each eruption until it ignited another eruption of her own.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned through clenched teeth, as she came again.

She bear-hugged my neck and we held each other tightly, as we rode the waves of our separate orgasms together. Her body was still dancing beneath my twitching tool when she pressed her lips against mine driving her tongue as deep into my mouth as she could.

"Thank you," she panted after breaking the kiss.

We were still catching our breaths when we became aware of someone clapping. Bailie tensed, squeezing me inside her as we both turned our heads and saw Tina, wearing an evening dress, standing in the doorway, applauding.

"I was wondering how long it would take you two to start fucking. Now, maybe I can get my couch back," she said, laughing.

"A little privacy, please?" I asked, still panting in recovery.

Tina was still laughing as she closed the door behind her.

There was a brief moment after she closed the door when Bailie and I looked at each other before we burst out laughing ourselves.

"She's right about one thing. At this point, you might as well sleep here with me," Bailie said.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, this is your bed, and I like the way your body feels against mine. Besides, I might want to take advantage of this thing anytime I want," she smiled, squeezing the softening shaft inside her.

"What's to stop me from taking advantage of you?"

"It definitely won't be me. Not if it means more of those great orgasms you gave me," she replied, kissing me on the lips.

After a couple of quick trips to the bathroom, we cuddled together naked under the sheets and enjoyed some intimate conversation.

"Thank you for being so patient with me," Bailie remarked, tracing her finger over my chest.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, but this was such a big step, I'm curious to know what happened that changed your mind."

"It was a conversation I had with Frankie this morning. She pulled me aside in the library," she explained.

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know how she knew, but she sensed there was something wrong between you and me. I told her about what happened last night on the couch and how embarrassed I was about getting my underwear wet when we made out. She told me that was normal and then asked me if I ever had an orgasm."

"She asked you that? That's kind of personal, isn't it?" I asked.

"The entire conversation was personal. She shared a lot about herself and how she grew up. I never had a mother or an older sister I could talk with about stuff like that. It was kind of nice, actually," she replied.

"I'm sorry. I forgot about that. But I'm also surprised that you got along with her. Didn't you tell me she and the girls from the sorority used to intimidate you when you worked at the diner?"

Actually, I was more surprised that Frankie would take it upon herself to get involved with what was happening between me and Bailie without discussing it with me first.

Bailie looked in my eyes. "I was a little surprised myself. But I'm beginning to change my mind about her, especially after hearing about her mother and growing up in foster homes. She mentioned you a lot, and credits you with changing her attitude towards me."

"Really? How did I do that?"

Bailie pressed herself against me, her lips close to mine.

"She told you would talk about me after you two fucked. She said it made her realize how much you cared for me and how important I was in your life."

I combed my fingers through her hair. "Bailie, you're an important part of my life. I hope you're not upset about me sleeping with her."

She smiled and her eyes seemed to sparkle. "No, of course not. But I got the impression that it wasn't a one-time thing. It sounds like the two of you got pretty close."

I felt myself blushing.

"Bailie, it's not what you think. The first time I met her, she and a bunch of girls from the sorority kidnapped me as part of some weird sorority initiation ceremony. There were a couple of times that were mostly just physical after that. I mean, sure, I learned a lot from her—and a lot about myself, just like you did. But the way I feel about you is different—it's so much more than physical."

"Was she good in bed?" she asked, giving me a sly smile.

"What!?"

She moved her face closer until our lips were almost touching. "Just answer the question. Was she good in bed?" Her aura was growing.

"Do you really want to talk about this—now?"

Bailie slowly ran her hand down my chest towards my stomach. "She knows a lot about sex. She told me she met someone who helped her make a living as a prostitute for a couple of years. And you said yourself that you learned a lot from her. So, was she good?"

I swallowed hard. "Well, um, what do you think?"

"I think she was right when she told me to ask you to give me an orgasm. Maybe I should thank her."

Bailie's hand slid past my stomach towards my crotch, causing a predictable reaction in anticipation of her approach. Her aura was expanding, taking on a whiter shade of yellow as it grew.

"Well, Frankie is certainly one-of-a-kind. She studies sex in much the same way you and I study forensics. But why are we talking about Frankie—and... Mmm, where are you going with that hand?" I asked, as it reached my growing manhood.

"Just checking to see your reaction. Talking about Frankie seems to get you excited," she replied, squeezing me.

"It's more like having a naked girl in bed with me touching my cock that gets me excited. Bailie, if you want to know how I feel about Frankie, just ask me. She's a friend... well, a very close friend. But my feelings for you are so much stronger—and Frankie knows that."

She lightly ran her hand up and down along the length of my shaft as she leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. "That's for being honest with me. Frankie said the same thing."

I kissed her back. "Bailie, I'll always be honest with you. I've had feelings for you ever since I saw you that first night at the diner. Mmm, what you're doing feels nice. Are you going someplace with this?"

"I'm not sure. I just like touching you. But I want you to know that I'll always..." she stopped in mid-sentence, unwrapping her fingers from around my cock and moving her hand lower.

"... Are you familiar with the origin of the word 'testament'?" she asked, reaching my scrotum. The sudden shift made my cock twitch against her wrist, leaving a small streak of pre-cum there.

"Yeah, it comes from Latin, meaning 'covenant.' But what are you doing?" I replied.

"You know, the Latin was taken from the Greek word for 'testis,' meaning 'witness.' In Biblical times, covenants were 'witnessed' between two men by placing a hand on the other's testes as a sign of trust," she explained, fondling my sack.

"I'm making a covenant with you, I promise I'll always be open and honest with you," she said, squeezing me lightly and giggling slightly.

"You're taking this a little too extreme, don't you think?"

"I've never held a man's testicles before, and it was the first thing that I thought of. Since I was already in the genital area, I thought it would be fun. Ross, I've had feelings for you when we first met in the diner. You have no idea how happy I felt when Tina said you were her cousin and not just another guy she fucks around with—Sorry, I didn't mean that the way that it sounded, it's just that she would often..." her voice trailed off.

"No, I get it. There's no need to apologize. My cousin more or less defines the word 'promiscuous.' And if it will make you feel any better, I'll make a covenant with you, too," I reached over and found her crotch. It was soaked. I cupped it, and pressed my palm against her swollen clit, as I slid two fingers inside her slippery slit.

"Ooh," she moaned, instinctively clutching my fingers.

"I promise to always be honest with you, too," I pledged, fingering the sensitive ridges inside her.

"Ah, ah... You dork! You're making me horny," she replied in what sounded like a cross between a moan and a giggle. She moved her hand back to my erection and began stroking me in earnest.

"Me? You should talk. Let's make a deal. I'll stop if you do, and we stop talking about Frankie," I said, rubbing her clit with my thumb while working my fingers inside.

Bailie moaned. "Omigod! Okay, I give up. No more talk about Frankie."

"Good. Now can we just cuddle?"

"Hm, that sounds nice," she agreed.

She turned and slid her back against my chest and stomach. She rubbed herself against me until my erection nestled comfortably between her butt cheeks.

"Mmm," she moaned.

I reached over and cupped her breast, pulling her snuggly against me as her firm nipple sparkled against my palm.

She let out another small moan as she pulled my hand off her tit and tucked it underneath her breasts, securing it in place with her arms. We remained like that for about a minute, listening to each other breathe and feeling our chests rising and falling.

"Have you ever fucked Tina?"

"Bailie! You promised!"

Bailie giggled. Her aura was blazing. "We never said anything about Tina."

I raised myself up behind her, leaning on my elbow. "Then why are you asking me about her? Is this some sort of test?"

She turned her head and smiled. "I was just curious. She's a very attractive woman and you admitted she's 'promiscuous.' She walks around here naked or practically naked and you told me yourself that she peeked at you when you were in the shower."

"Fine, I'll tell you. But I suspect you already know the answer. Yes, we fucked," I confessed as I snuggled back down behind her. I cupped her breast and gave it a playful squeeze.

"You really fucked your cousin?" she giggled, moving my hand underneath her breasts again.

"Look, I'm not proud of it, and I definitely felt guilty about it afterwards. It was my first sexual experience, and I know it's no excuse, but I think she seduced me.

She turned her head, doing her best not to smile. "Ross, I wasn't judging you. I would have been more surprised if you hadn't. I mean, she's gorgeous; and then when she walks around naked, I could see where she would be hard to resist."

"Thanks for understanding," I replied, hugging her a little tighter.

After a pause, her aura burgeoning brighter. "Did you fuck her more than once?" she giggled,

I twitched against her butt. "Bailie!"

"Was she as good in bed as Frankie?" she laughed, rubbing her ass against me.

Apparently, her first orgasm had opened up a new world for her and she was making up for lost time.

"That's it. You asked for it, you little cockteaser. Just for that I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to forget all about Tina and Frankie, and maybe even your own name!" I laughed as I got up on my knees and lifted her by her hips to take her from behind.

"Eeek!"

With her butt in the air and her head on the mattress, she shrieked with laughter.

I held her in place while I slid the tip of my cock between her labia, coating it thoroughly with her slippery juices. She was still laughing when I popped just inside her, encountering almost no initial resistance from her drenched pussy.

Her laughter quickly turned to moans as she clenched tighter and tighter as I slid in deeper.

"Omigod... I can't believe... It feels so... You just... I'm going to..." she panted and moaned incoherently as her vaginal muscles spasmed wildly until my pelvis pressed against her ass and she had a small orgasm.

I waited with my hands on her hips until the clenches slowed and her breathing was under better control. I leaned over her back until my mouth was against her ear.

"Ready?"

She nodded with her head against the mattress. Then, after a brief hesitation, she squeezed.

It took me a few thrusts to find my rhythm and speed, but soon I was pounding hard into her

"Oh, fuck!" were the last two intelligible words I heard; and for the next 30 minutes everything else was a series of gasps and moans. She had gotten me very horny, and I didn't want to overdo it, but the harder I pushed, the more she enjoyed it.

Her orgasms were falling like dominoes, one seemed to crash into the other. Each one was monumental, and they seemed to get stronger as they went along. I stopped counting after the first four, I was enjoying them too much to count—or even care to count.

Unlike her previous climaxes I didn't stop myself from taking some of her aura. There was just too much of it and it tasted too good to resist. I greedily slurped it up, which may have accounted for some of my stamina—and hers. But at some point she fell forward gasping, "Stop! Please. I can't take another one!"

Her skin glowed in a fine sheen of perspiration as she lay prone on the bed, gasping for air. She looked deliriously happy as she smiled back at me, her aura was back to its usual golden yellow.

"Oh my God, that felt so good. But I don't think I'll be able to sit for a week," she panted when she was finally able to speak.

I scooped her in my arms and held her in a spooning position as she recovered, pulling the blanket over us.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," I said, kissing the back of her shoulder, tasting the saltiness of her skin.

"Mmm. Me, too. I don't think I've ever been so happy," she said wearily.

"I'm glad. Me, too."

She held my arm firmly under her breast. "Mm. I love you, Ross. Goodnigh—" she murmured before snoring softly.

"I love you too, Bailie. I will never hurt you, I promise," I whispered back when I knew she was asleep.

***

Friday, December 15

"SON OF A BITCH!"

Tina's voice startled me out of a sound sleep. The warm body I was snuggled against also startled awake. My morning erection slipped out from its pillowed bed between the cheeks of Bailie's ass as she rolled towards me.

"What was that?" she asked.

Tina burst into the room. "YOU BASTARD! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

I rolled over in time to see an angry Tina wearing nothing except a pair of regular panties striding towards me. She pummeled me with her fists, striking my chest, arms, and face - anything she could reach.

"Fucking bastard! How could you?" she sobbed. Tears were streaming down her face as she lashed out at me with her fists.

I held my arms up to block her blows.

"Tina, stop! What's wrong? Why are you so upset?" I asked as she continued to pound her fists against me.

"You did this, you bastard! It's all your fault! She's going to kill me; she's going to fucking kill me!" she sobbed.

I grabbed her wrists and held her to stop her from further punches. "What's going on? Who's going to kill you?"

"She... Her... Oh shit," she sobbed, panting heavily.

"Tina, are you alright?" Bailie asked, propping herself up on her elbows behind me.

"Calm down. Tell me what I did that is so upsetting and who is going to kill you?" I asked, still holding onto her wrists.

Tears were still running down her cheeks as she took a breath to compose herself. Then she nodded and twisted her forearms, gesturing to let her go.

I released her and sat up in the bed. Bailie sat up beside me, her arms folded under her naked breasts. I motioned for Tina to sit on the edge of the bed beside me.

"I started my period," she exclaimed, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hands.

"Okay..." I acknowledged, encouraging her to continue.

"That's it. It's all your fault," she sniffled.

I looked over at Bailie and saw the perplexed look on her face, reflecting my own confusion.

"Are you saying that it's my fault that you're having your period?"

"Of course, it is!" she replied in a tone that reflected both anger and hurt.

"Tina, I don't understand. How can you blame me for your period? It's a woman's normal body function. Besides, it means you're not pregnant, right?" I asked.

Tears welled back in her eyes, and she started to sob again.

"That's right. How could you do this to me? She's going to punish me," she whimpered.

"You wanted to get pregnant... with Ross?" Bailie asked in an astonished tone.

"And who is this 'she' you keep referring to?" I added.

Tina shook her head vigorously, quickly choking back her tears. "I... I can't tell you. I've said too much already. I'd better leave," she said as she stood up and hurried out of the room.

I turned to Bailie, "Does any of this make any sense to you?"

"Did she ask you to get her pregnant?" Bailie asked.

"Absolutely not, and I would never have agreed if she did."

"Do you know if she was on the pill or taking some sort of birth control?"

"I don't know. I'm so confused right now. I remember her telling me that she 'couldn't get pregnant.' Those were her exact words. I just assumed she was taking something," I replied.

"Last night, you said you thought she may have seduced you. Do you think she did it to get pregnant?" Bailie asked. She leaned against me and put her left arm around my shoulder.

"I don't think so. We hadn't seen each other in so long. My parents hadn't allowed me to contact her because they didn't like Uncle Walter and Aunt Piper's lifestyle, and they thought Tina would be a bad influence on me. Besides, there's no shortage of guys who would be more than happy to get her pregnant, especially men with a lot more money than me to support a family."

"Do you have any idea who this she-person might be?" Bailie asked, staring at my lap—and my erection.

"None whatsoever. The only other two women I know about is her girlfriend Lezzie, or possibly her mother. But I'm friends with Lezzie and she would have said something to me. Besides, she doesn't strike me as the type that would want to start a family with Tina without some sort of a commitment like marriage," I replied.

"What about her mother?" Bailie asked. She reached across and took hold of my cock and casually started stroking me.

"Aunt Piper? I haven't seen her since I was nine. She and my Uncle Walter are both wealthy and I can't picture either one of them wanting to see their only daughter getting pregnant unless it was something she wanted. I mean, why would Tina be afraid of her mother for not getting pregnant? And why wouldn't Tina talk with me about it first?"

"Maybe she knew that if she did, you'd probably say 'no'," she replied. She was still stroking me when she straightened up and kissed me softly on the cheek.

She was still facing me when I turned and kissed her on the lips. Then I said, "In all this excitement, I forgot to ask how you were feeling—after last night, I mean."

"My bottom's a little sore, and I'm definitely achy. But overall, I feel wonderful. I can't thank you enough for last night! Although I am horny after waking up with this thing in my ass," she giggled, shaking my erection.

"You don't have to thank me for last night; I enjoyed it too. You know, half the fun of sex is seeing how much pleasure you can give your partner," I chuckled. 'Actually, that's more like 90% for me.'

"You just gave me an idea. I've been trying to come up with a way of thanking you for last night, and now I know what it is. I want to suck your cock," she announced, scooching down in the bed.

"Uh, Bailie, that's really not necessary," I said, as she climbed between my legs.

"I heard guys like this, and I'm curious to try it," she replied, reaching for my stiff rod.

"Bailie, are you sure about this? Especially after what Gary did?" I asked, holding her back.

"I'm sure I can—" she began, as she opened her mouth and moved closer.

Just then my phone alarm went off.

"Looks I'm going to need a raincheck. I have a 9 o'clock class and if I don't take a shower and have breakfast, I'll never get there on time," I said, getting up.

"Go ahead," she sighed. "You can shower ahead of me. My first class doesn't start until ten."

After my shower, I noticed I hadn't seen Tina and her door was still closed. So, I knocked on her door. "Tina? I'm making breakfast, omelets with leftovers, your favorite. Shall I make you one?"

"No! Go away. My life is over, thanks to you!" she replied angrily through the door.

"Let me make it up to you. Consider the omelet an apology gift," I suggested.

"Go away. You have no idea how much serious trouble I'm in," she called back.

"Is it something we can talk about over breakfast?"

"Just leave me alone!"

"Okay, but if you change your mind, my offer is still good for the next half hour."

She never came down. I had breakfast and made an omelet for Bailie before leaving for my Economics class.

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Next Chapter: Frankie gives Bailie lessons.