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I’m trying to write and share more frequently as life allows, hope I don’t disappoint. Per usual I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes, editing and/or formatting errors and whatever else I may do wrong. Please enjoy the latest “creation” from my twisted mind that I have had so much pleasure creating. Feel free to drop a comment or send me a PM, it’s always welcome… xo
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**Chapter 3: Questions**
**Laura**
Laura was sore again the next morning. She checked her phone: 8 a.m. Better this time. No knocking on the door either. Laura stared at the landline next to her bed. She could call Nikki or Angelica to get some food. But she hesitated.
Why does she feel better at night than she does in the morning?
That’s not the flu, is it?
She picked up the phone and called Nikki.
“Hello?” croaked a voice on the other end.
“Nikki?”
“Yup.”
“Are you asleep?”
“Not anymore.”
“Sorry,” said Laura. “I thought you’d already be up and working.”
“It’s my day off.”
“Oh.” Laura chewed on her lip. She was being stupid. She should just order the same thing she had yesterday. Angelica was right. The sooner she ate, the better she’d feel.
“Do you need something?” Nikki’s voice was coming in a little clearer, a little stronger.
“To calm down, mostly,” admitted Laura.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”
The train rattles left and right on the old traintrack. My legs are cold in my short skirt and putting my bag on them is doing nothing to conserve body heat.
I knew it was a bad idea the minute I booked it. But it was too much money to pass up and who else was gonna pay my rent. I dropped out of college last year. M parents supported me then but when I turned 20 this year they cut me off. I needed to find my own way they said.
Well now I am. The intercom says the train will be arriving at the station shortly. From there the hotel is a 20 minute ride with one of the public bikes. This trip is costing me but the money I’m selling my virginity for will cover it.
Don’t ask me how I got the idea. I just did and it hasn’t let me down so far. Of course I’ve had sex before. I lost my virginity the day after my 19th birthday. It was uneventful. Worse than what people tell you. I honestly don’t get what the big hype about sex is. He came, I didn’t, naturally. I didn’t have sex again after that. We just did other stuff until we broke up 6 months later.
*Here is part 2. You don’t necessarily need part 1, but if you’re interested it can be found on my page along with my other stories. Thank you for reading.*
It felt like forever to reach Sunday morning while I lied in bed alone, dead to the world. I watched the bedside radio flip through each illuminated red number and my ears occasionally caught a sentence or two from the infomercial droning on in the back. I wasn’t so much drunk anymore as I was anxious and now delirious from lack of sleep. *What am I doing?* I asked myself. *Is this really what I want?*
It sure felt like it.
Two of the guys from our team texted me, checking that I got back alright. One of those texts was from Jack, our defacto leader. He didn’t mention Elle by name, but asked if I got lucky and based on his grinch-like grin he wore last night, I think he’s caught on to us. Very truthfully, I told him we are just good friends and nothing happened. I had only begun to trust him and wasn’t sure how he would’ve reacted. Jack didn’t seem to believe me anyway and told me my secret is safe with him. I couldn’t think of a response that wasn’t going to incriminate me, so I said nothing. I still hadn’t heard a word from Elle since the elevator last night, but I guess that should’ve been expected.
**You can view full the illustrated version of DRIVE IN – PART 1 at** [https://eroticprose.com/](https://eroticprose.com/)
DRIVE-IN – think of the term – what comes to mind? Movies… or sex? If it’s the latter, it’s probably because outdoor movie theaters have a secure place in the sexual history of the United States. They are proving grounds, places in which to discover one’s sensual motivation.
Drive-ins became sex centers in the Fifties and Sixties out of necessity. Young people did not “live together” in those decades, and you could only go so far in an indoor theater’s balcony. Instead of apartments and college dorms, people lost their virginity in the backs of automobiles. It was cramped and stuffy and uncomfortable, but nobody cared. The smell of car leather and gasoline was like aphrodisiacs. If you were lucky,
you could find a safe spot in the local lovers’ lane or on an old abandoned roadway. Drive-ins were your best bet, provided you could park in a deserted section of the lot or were surrounded by your friends’ automobiles because you could always get out of a clinch in a hurry
I had come home from work to find my roommate looking pretty disheveled in the living room, watching The Mandalorian while eating a chocolate bar and curled up under a heavy blanket. I normally try to leave people to themselves but she looked like she could at least use encouraging words of affirmation. Katie was an absolute bombshell of a woman. 27 years old, 5’7” with long brown hair and brown eyes, she couldn’t have weighed any more than 130 and had just the perfect C cup rack that complimented her toned athletic, every slightly thick, delicious body. And there was another thing that made her incredibly attractive to me in the same way the thought of swerving your car into oncoming traffic or pulling a fire alarm was appealing. She was a horse girl. The ultimate crazy. Living with her could definitely be trying at times because of the low key gas lighting and quite frankly, unrealistic expectations for various things. But the place itself was great, and price even better, so I stayed.
“Hey Katie, you OK?”
“No, me and Steve broke up this morning.”
We sat down in our now usual spot in Sexual awareness. Today Kel wasn’t in her get up like she had worn on the first day.
Though if I’m honest seeing her blanked look all day I think Summer and I went a little overboard.
So lately we’ve kept Kel’s activities to a minimum…..for the time being. That is until the house gets done which before we left the workers were putting up the dry wall and started doing the flooring and tiling in the bathrooms.
All in all the house is coming along faster than expected.
No telling when we’d be able to move in.
Granted if the current technology wasn’t so advanced like it was we’d probably still be waiting for the concrete and foundation to settle.
As we sat and waited a familiar face came in through the door looking the worst for wear. Still Karinna smiled at us but was walking gingerly towards us.
Karinna walked up, “Hey guys how’s it going?”
I shrugged, “Oh you know long and hanging to the right.”
Like every other day, it’s been stressful as fuck. So, I decided to take some pictures. I plugged in my flat iron and started searching for my clothes. I decided on just a lingerie photoshoot. Why not? I look at my phone and still no text from him.
Is he coming home anytime soon? I feel like this is later than he usually stays at work. I hope he’s okay. I stare at myself in the mirror and I start fixing my hair.
When I finished I looked over myself and fuck, I look good. I start taking my pictures and in between some of them, I check my phone. Over. And over.
After my pictures are done, I still keep my phone propped up on the stand. In the last pose, I was on my knees and then I had spread my thighs wide open. I still had my camera app open and when I looked up I gasped. “Fuck, why do I look good?” The way I’m sitting is a perfect angle to ride someone. I started to whisper out loud to myself. “Imagine riding him like this. One hand wrapped around his throat. The other tied up with mine. Fuck-“
He smiled, noticing there was a fall wreath now decorating the front door, along with orange and brown pillows adorning the porch swing that was swaying in the fall breeze. In the three door garage, a red Corvette was parked closest to the door that would lead straight into the laundry room, if entered. He parked beside the sports car, quickly turning off the engine and reaching for his briefcase in the seat beside him. As soon as he stepped out of his Elantra, he could hear the sound of music drifting from inside the house. He chuckled to himself and made his way to the door.
As he walked in, he was overwhelmed by the smell of pumpkin spice. He dropped his briefcase on the bench that ran against the wall across the room from the washing machine and dryer. The clothes basket on top of the dryer had been knocked over and clothes were spread across the top of the machine. He made his way through the room, leading into the den. The large, flat screen television was paused on the opening credits of Southland.
This was around high school. Back then I was a silent kid. Never proffered to take any kind of spotlight and either studied or played video games in my free time. I was about 5’7 tall and had a decent build for a high schooler. I used to play soccer now and then so I kept myself in shape. That’s when I met her.
She was about 4’11, maybe 5′. She was a classmate and nothing more. Very petite in all forms. Little to no chest, a tight little ass, but had a cute smile. I never really thought about her though.
One day, we had an assignment that was due and we were partners. We worked decently well together. I asked for her snap so I could send her random memes and snaps of my dog. I mean, who even asks for phone numbers anymore right?