Solace Rosanna
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A blue-jean clad Rosanna Romero lay on her bed, eyes closed, hands clasped behind her head, a faint smile playing around the corners of her lips. She was reliving her evening’s activities—well, mainly one activity. She and Anna had enjoyed some fairly intense kisses and caresses during the past months, but this evening she had returned a definite lover. They had ‘gone all the way’. It had been a first for both of them and, as any first time, it would not or could not ever be forgotten.
As Mozart played softly on her stereo, Rosanna relived the exquisite moments and her body warmed with excitement all over again. She picked up the phone and called Anna to find out if she were feeling something similar.
It was no small wonder that her mother, Carla Romero, a Pediatrician, had asked her why she was glowing and seemed so happy. Carla knew that the third degree would not work on Rosanna. Her daughter was, by nature, a quiet introspective person who would only be drawn out when ready, if at all. And she had become even more taciturn since the death of her father, Antonio, two years earlier. Carla had been able to heal Rosanna’s physical aches, but was unable to get Rosanna to speak to any of her colleagues in psychology. Rosanna had simply sat there in sullen silence. Finally, Carla had relented and ceased what Rosanna had called the “torture by talking” sessions. In truth, it had been extremely difficult for Carla herself to move on since that tragic day. She’d had a series of casual, mostly unsatisfying affairs, but had not found anyone who came within an inch of her Tony. They had been each other’s soul mates. As many before her, she wrapped herself up in her work and her daughter. Fortunately, her practice had allowed them to live a comfortable life—one less thing to worry about. But she always worried about her Rosanna.
Anna Martin had been admiring Rosanna for four months. She was new to Liberty High and was scouting for prospective friends and partners. She found herself in the same math class with Rosanna and the dark-haired beauty had caught her eye and her imagination. She had conjured many scenarios in which they met, talked, became friends and possibly engaged in other activities. Her fantasies had become so powerful that she was forced to satisfy herself on a nightly basis to relieve her growing tension. Anna became almost obsessed with luring Rosanna to her. She attempted to start a conversation with her several times after class, but that Casey Deans was always waiting outside the classroom door and they strode off down the corridor to their next class while Anna stood fuming in frustration. Those two were practically inseparable. If Anna hadn’t known that Casey was a boy-toy, she would have sworn that she and Rosanna were more than friends.
Anna was a perky brunette, under five feet tall, well-developed young woman who had known early on that she was attracted to other girls. Rather than be ashamed and fearful, she wore her sexuality with pride. Fortunately, she was in an artistic school, which was accustomed to the eccentricities of its students.
In a moment of genius, Anna realized that she had a perfect opportunity to talk to Rosanna every day, and she hadn’t known why she had not thought of it sooner. No matter. She was going to have Ms. Rosanna Romero. She would talk to Rosanna before class started. Rosanna was always early. Her mind and eyes focused on her math book. She appeared to be copying every example.
The next day, Anna woke in a state of near frenzy,. She stood in front of her closet deciding on what she considered the perfect outfit. She chose a red cashmere sweater which had been given to her for the holidays. She wore body-hugging black pants and boots with a small heel. She didn’t want to trip and fall on the ice just for vanity’s sake. She put on her usual light makeup, looked in the mirror and pronounced herself ready.
“That sweater looks great on you, Annie,” her mother, Andrea, commented.
“Thanks mom. I hope a certain someone thinks so,” replied Anna as she flew out the front door. The day was brisk and cold, but Anna’s excitement kept her warm all day.
Anna walked into the dull room where they had math—not her best subject, but she had been able to catch up with the lessons. She spotted Rosanna sitting in her usual seat on the far side of the room, her nose buried in her book, her bangs falling forward. Anna’s heart beat out of control and she was dismayed to find that her stomach was beginning to feel a bit queasy. She grabbed her middle, trying to massage the unwanted feeling away.
She had prepared a speech that she hoped would begin:
“Hi. I’ve been noticing you.” And Rosanna would reply in her sultry low tones: “I’ve been noticing you noticing me.”
Anna knew it was really corny, but, after all, it was a fantasy, and they could be as gushy as you wanted. What she actually said, though, was not the stuff of fantasies but was more suited to a medical drama.
“Oh, I think I’m going to throw up!” She put one hand to her mouth and the other out in front of her as if reaching for a place on which to lean.
Rosanna jumped up, grabbed Anna by the arm and half dragged her to the bathroom where she proceeded to be horribly ill. What the hell had happened? Had she been that nervous or had the damned sandwich meat been stale? Her mom was so bad at checking on the life of the food in the fridge. She was too busy painting. When Anna felt the abdominal spasms subside, she left the stall. Now she had a wicked headache, but that she could handle.
“I’m so sorry,” Anna said weakly. She moved to the sink, washed her face and rinsed her mouth with cold water and searched blindly for the paper towel dispenser. Rosanna handed her a few sheets of the brown, rough paper.
“Are you feeling better?” she asked.
“I think so. I don’t know what happened.” Anna said, gingerly wiping her face.
“Were you drinking last night?” Rosanna asked with a slight smirk.
“Drinking? No. I can’t drink. It makes me throw up.” Anna said, realizing what she had said. They both chuckled.
“Did you have something bad to eat for lunch? Maybe you’re coming down with a bug. Do you walk with that pink stuff?” Rosanna asked these questions in rapid-fire succession, looking at Anna with some concern.
“Wow! Is one of your parents a doctor or something? Anna asked, holding up her hand in mock protest.
“My mom’s a pediatrician.” Rosanna answered sheepishly.
“Ah…that explains the medical third degree. Do you want to become one? Anna asked a question of her own.
“Not really. I used to visit my mom’s practice a lot when I was younger and I guess I picked up my bed-side manner from her.” Rosanna smiled. “You still look a little pale. Maybe you should see the nurse.”
“Nah. We’ve got to get back to class. Ms. Archer is already going to give us the evil eye. You know, she’s trying to prepare us for the SATs,” Anna replied soberly.
“Don’t remind me,” Rosanna said with a groan.
“Not a math person, eh?” Anna asked.
“Not a math anything. If it doesn’t have to do with money, I don’t want to have anything to do with it.” Rosanna admitted, realizing she was talking more with this stranger than she had with anyone besides her abuelita and Casey.
“Do you have any gum?” Anna asked suddenly. Rosanna reached into her pocket and removed a pack, handing it to Anna, who took two sticks and gave it back to her.
“Thanks. I think I need a double shot.” Anna said gratefully, sorry that she hadn’t thought to walk with her toothbrush. Of course, who would have guessed that she would be puking her guts out instead of chatting up Rosanna with fresh, clean breath? She remembered her headache and asked shyly,
“Do you have any ibuprofen? I
’m starting to get a headache. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me today.” Anna placed both hands on her head and began to try to massage the pain away.
“Here. Let me.” Rosanna said, removing Anna’s hands and replacing them with her own gentle fingers. “My mom used to do this for me whenever I had a headache.” Rosanna felt heat coming off of Anna’s body, which she did not think was normal. Headache or no
Headache, Anna could have swooned right there. Rosanna’s hands in her hair gave her a feeling of euphoria, and she thanked the goddess for providing this unique opportunity. As good as this impromptu massage felt, she felt herself growing feverish. Good grief, she really was coming down with something. Hopefully, it would only be a 24-hour bug and she wouldn’t miss any school. The timing of this situation was turning out to be rotten indeed.
“Rosanna?” Anna said softly, not wanting to rile her protesting stomach further. “I think I have to go to the nurse. I think you’re right. I’m not feeling too well.” This said, Anna fell face forward onto Rosanna’s chest. Only quick thinking and reflexes on Rosanna’s part kept them both from toppling to the floor. Without thinking, she caught Anna in her arms, picked her up as if she weighed no more than a towel and ran to the nurse’s office where it was pronounced that she had the flu.
Andrea was called to come and take her daughter home immediately. She rushed into the office, long brunette hair flying, wearing a paint-stained smock. Absently, Rosanna noticed the striking resemblance between mother and daughter. Andrea Fields thanked Rosanna profusely for helping her daughter. Rosanna shrugged it off and returned to her class. She did not notice the interested glances of the students who had seen her carrying Anna to the medical department. The glances would quickly turn to gossip.
“Everyone’s talking about your dramatic rescue,” Casey said the next day during lunch.
“What dramatic rescue? Oh, that. That was not dramatic, Casey. Anna doesn’t weigh anything.” Rosanna responded, a bit annoyed.
“Well, apparently, you looked like a real knight in shining armor, Ross,” she said while munching on a cold French fry.
“These people need to get lives and mind their own business.” Rosanna growled.
“Methinks the Ross doth protest too much,” Casey answered in a phony English accent. Rosanna said nothing. Her food had become unappealing to her and she shoved it away.
“Oh, come on, Ross. It’s cute!” Casey continued.
“Right. Cute to who? Rosanna snarled.
“To whom, Sir Ross.” Casey corrected and smiled. She brushed a lock of Rosanna’s hair out of her eyes and said, “Face it, Ross, you’re a hunky heroine! Get used to it!”
“I am no such thing. And I hate the word heroine. It sounds like I do drugs or something,” Rosanna retorted.
Casey rose, tweaked Rosanna on the nose and tossed her garbage into a nearby receptacle
“I’ll call you tonight, Ross…I mean, stud!” Casey called as she left the cafeteria. Rosanna sat brooding. Eventually, her mind drifted to Anna Martin. She hoped she would return to school soon. She wished she had thought to get her phone number, but everything had happened in double time. And Anna was in no shape to give anything that wild day.
It took three days before Anna finally shook off the virus and returned to school, her lovely face paler than usual. She entered her math class, sat down in a vacant seat next to Rosanna and said, “Thank you, Rosanna. Here’s my number. Give me a call. I’ll help you with your math.” That said, she got up and went to her assigned seat. Ms. Archer was a stickler about that, too. It wasn’t the opening she’d hoped for, but, perhaps it would have the desired affect. Rosanna sat staring at the number on the now crumpled piece of paper. She was proud and did not want to admit that she needed tutoring, but Anna had offered, and it might help her at least achieve a passing grade on that damned SAT. She dialed the phone. Anna picked up on the first ring.
In a few short months, they went from studying math problems to studying each other’s young bodies. This segment of the tutorial session began by Anna’s gentle stroking of Rosanna’s smooth arm, making it quite difficult for either teen to concentrate. Anna’s fantasies were in the process of being realized and, to her very pleasant surprise, so were Rosanna’s. She wondered what words of wisdom her abuelita would have regarding this turn of events. She would call her later.
2003: Solace let the phone ring at least four times before she answered it. For two weeks she had picked up the offending instrument on the first ring had been crestfallen each time. It was not that she didn’t have the desire to hear from her family and friends, she simply desperately longed to hear Rosanna’s low, smooth tones. She attributed her physical symptoms of lethargy, insomnia, and lack of appetite to the breakup. She cried more tears than she thought humanly possible, Bizarrey the Cat...
2000: “Aren’t you ready yet, Sol?” called Rosanna impatiently from Solace’s living room. She glanced again at her watch, noting they had less than an hour to get to the rehearsal in time. They would have to take a taxi. Katrina would give them the evil eye. Rosanna could not understand why Solace found it so difficult to get herself together each time. She seemed to be organized only half the time and the other she spent in a hopeless state of confusion. Rosanna huffed in agitation. Suddenly,...
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1998: Solace awakened that Sunday with anticipation. She was to meet Rosanna at Maria’s Market—a new restaurant on 91st street that offered what was billed as ‘healthy’ cuisine. Solace was not particularly health conscious, but she did make an effort to eat something nutritious at least a few times a week. She stood in front of her closet with the gooseneck lamp shining brightly over her shoulder. Gracious, that lamp is hot! I better pick something before I fry here. This was a thought that ran...
1998: Solace and Rosanna traversed the avenues and then made their way uptown. They walked arm in arm, and both smiled inwardly at how comfortable it felt walking with a near-perfect stranger. Solace considered herself to be a carefree person, but this was a bit odd even for her. Rosanna, being the levelheaded pragmatist knew she must be suffering from some form of temporary insanity because of her usual reserved and cautious nature. They kept up a stream of conversation. Actually, Solace found...
1998: Solace moaned so loudly that she woke herself up. Her heart was beating as if she had just completed the New York City Marathon. To her delight, she was still experiencing remnants of the intense orgasm that had been induced by the passionate love-making she and Rosanna Romero had shared. She basked in the euphoric feeling of the contractions of her vaginal muscles. How strange, she thought hazily. I just met her. How could I be dreaming about her already? When she came back to her...
1999: Solace and Rosanna had known each other for a year. In that time they learned a great deal because they spent hours talking, mostly in person as they lived in such close proximity. Solace discovered that Rosanna had a real thing for neatness and order. This subject was the source of several heated discussions and activities. “Sol, why don’t you put your stuff where you’re going to find it. If you would put your cane, your bag, your shoes, your watch, your brush…everything in a special...
Solace was the fourth and final child born to Isolinda and Ace Tynan. To affirm their love, they had decided to give their baby a combination of their names. They were delighted when they realized that they had given her a name that actually meant support and comfort. And the baby Solace had been a comfort to them. They had wanted two boys and two girls and Solace had obligingly been born a girl. The running joke around the Tynan apartment was that Solace would be a comfort to her parents in...
“Bizarrey! Bizarrey!” Solace called as she entered her apartment. “Mommy’s home! Come here, sweetums!” That’s probably why she’s staying away, Solace thought. What self-respecting cat would want to be called ‘sweetums’? She dumped her cane and shoulder-bag at the door and began to search her one-bedroom apartment. She looked in all of Bizarrey’s known hiding places without success—under the bed (which was useless since she would not have been able to see her there anyway), on the window sills,...
First, I would like to thank you, Faithful Reader, for sticking with the story. I would also like to send a special thanks to those who took the time to vote. That really meant a great deal to me. Perhaps I should have posted this work in Romance, as it was probably not as spicy as most would have liked. But I am a novice at this and will think before I post next time. Until then, happy reading and writing to you all! –Alacia I would also like to apologize for the late posting of this part. I...
2003: The day was overcast with the threat of rain, but Rosanna was prepared, as always, with her umbrella tucked in her shoulder-bag as she walked uptown to Matilda’s office. She recalled the times Solace had appeared at several of their meetings looking as if she’d been through a hurricane, hair plastered, soaked and wind-blown, but sexy, nonetheless. Damned sexy. On one such memorable occasion Solace had raced into a rehearsal-late–and dropped her belongings into a nearby chair. She had then...
2003: “Leander, What the hell are you doing?” Casey shrieked in horror. She had stopped to check on Leander’s progress with the decorating. She thought it would be safe enough to leave him with the simple task of artfully draping blue streamers around the guardrail of the roof garden. She should have been more vigilant. How had he sneaked the hugest bag of cotton-balls she had ever seen passed her? In the ensuing weeks since they had decided to have the party, they had learned that they...
2003: L. D. Jansen stood on the steps of her apartment house, hands thrust into pockets as she watched the departing taxi glide down the block and turn the corner. She turned abruptly and strode purposefully into the building. Her concentration was such that she did not hear Dodge, the doorman as he bid her a good evening. Jon Dodge found the enigmatic woman extremely attractive, not that he would ever let that little secret out. He watched her lithe, muscled physique as she strolled into the...
2003: Rosanna had only received one phone call from Matilda in the two weeks since her abrupt departure. She called to say that she was fine and would be staying with a friend in upstate New York. She did not offer a name and Rosanna stubbornly did not ask for one. She simply listened, her blood boiling and temples throbbing as Matilda explained that she needed to think about their future. Rosanna offered that perhaps they should discuss their future together, but Matilda had said that she was...
2003: Matilda Harper sat in her office, drumming her impeccably manicured finger nails on the top of her ultra-neat glass-covered desk. She glared at the telephone as if the instrument had offended her in some way. As far as Matilda was concerned, it had because Rosanna had once again rebuffed her dinner invitation, claiming she had important reports to finish. This excuse was beginning to wear thin and Matilda had slammed down the phone in frustration. She knew that Rosanna was still smarting...
2003: ‘I had her in my arms, Lee…in my arms and then she was gone!’ Casey whaled with her head in her hands. ‘You must be losing your touch,’ Leander offered, knowing this would get a response from Casey. As he thought, she looked up, her eyes blazing. ‘Not on your life! It was that damned cell phone call. It spoiled the whole moment.’ Casey sat up, her fingers gripping her knees. ‘I’m going to have her, Lee. She can’t just walk out of my life now.’ ‘You walked out of hers.’ Leander...
Rosanna had walked five blocks before she found herself stopping and slowly turning around to see if Sol was still standing there. Why? Why did she care? She didn’t. She let out a low moan. Solace had already gone. What did it matter? Mattie was expecting her for dinner and she definitely did not want to be late. That was another trait they shared—punctuality. Sol had not known the meaning of the word. Mattie was always ready when she was supposed to be. Never more would Rosanna have to wait by...
Casey grinned evily. Casey grinned evily. The cab pulled up in front of a ten-story red brick private building on a tree-lined street. There were three steps leading up to the entrance. Rosanna sat up and reached for her wallet, but Casey placed a restraining hand on her arm. “I got it,” Casey said as she began counting out the fair. “My tab is growing. Now I’ll really owe you,” Rosanna growled. “Yes, It is, and I love it!” Casey grinned evily. She jumped out of the car, ran around to the...
2003: Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nachtmusik played relentlessly as Rosanna squirmed out from under Casey and began searching frantically for her cell phone. “Dammit! Where the hell is my briefcase, Casey?” She yelled as she ran from corner to corner. “Calm down, Ross! It’s only the phone,” Casey said languidly, enjoying the spectacle of a very sexy, very naked Ross run around her living room. She did not budge from her spot on the carpeted floor. “No, it’s not just the phone. It’s Matilda!”...
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After breakfast and seeing Mike off to work, Lynn relaxes at the kitchen table with her second cup of coffee. She thinks about setting up dates with Eric and Mark.She has a wicked smile as she reminisces, ‘So that’s what a zipless fuck is all about. Did I really fuck a stranger at the Sheraton? Yeah I did and it was great. And Mike will never know. I’m definitely going to try that again. Maybe the next time I’ll tell him to eat me out to see if he can taste anything after I shower.’She changes...
Threesomes"I. . . I want you," he said. Ash didn't know what else to say. She understood everything about him, to the point were he didn't need to take the extra steps to explain himself. Iris didn't need an explanation. He gently pushed her against the apartment wall, taking note of how relaxed she was becoming. She would let him do anything to her. His body instantly responded, the logic of it all slipping away with the start of a flexing down into his groin. She didn't even hide her wide eyes, her...
Love StoriesI woke up early and restarted the fire in the fireplace then headed for the bathroom. The shower was nice but getting out was a chilling experience. I finished drying off grabbed my clothes and rushed to the fireplace and was getting dressed when Virginia started to laugh at my antics. Her suggested was to climb back into bed and warm up a little. She sure changed her mind when she felt my body temperature not to mention my hands. Later when we both had showered, my second for the day, we...
First off, this all started for she and I one day a few years ago. She is just an average woman with average looks. But sure does like what I can do for her. I no longer live in her home, but I do get over there from time to time. My father is out of the picture. He did not die or leave us for another, he just was not happy in the marriage and neither was my mom. Guess it all worked out for the best though. All this started out a few years back when I would allow my mother to come over to my...
IncestI finished my breakfast, basking in the glow of my morning Anna smile, hug, and kiss. Just to make my day even better I got another Anna smile when I paid for breakfast. I was on my way to find Mr. Mendoza when I ran into Juan. After exchanging pleasantries, I asked him to send a wagon of lime, all the scaffolding he could spare, and the longest ladders he had out to the Hacienda. He said he could do that but wasn’t sure exactly where the Hacienda was being built. “Juan, if you travel up the...
Well today is the fourth of July, we are both off work today and that a good thing. Yesterday ( Sunday ) we when over to a buddy's house for a swim and fireworks party. Everyone was either in the pool or setting around it and we where all drinking and having a big time. At about three o clock my wife came over and told me that she was going back to our house to get another bottle of Rum. I told her she didn't need to be driving due to she had already had a few. She told me she had a D.D. to...
Scott withdrew the speculum from his partners pussy her vagina was well and truly destroyed gaping wide open a cavernous mess dripping what was left onto the sofa below he then quickly shoved his head between her legs lapping away his face buried deep Scott was now the cuck of the group a chuckle went around the watching party Dawn moaning sat up "that's enough my poor pussy is throbbing" another chuckle rose from the group "get on that table now" she was lifted by myself and two others and...
"Well," said Theresa when they got home and with a twinkle in her eye, "once we've sorted Wendy's things we can now move mine into our room." "Good," said Bill smiling happily at her. Wendy's few things did not need much sorting. Some things needed to be washed but most merely needed to be put away. "What do you want to do with Wendy when she comes out of hospital," asked Bill. "I really ought to take her home and relieve Poppy of the dogs but I won't do that until Sally gets...
Over the last few months we had become very close friends that shared one magical secret. Although we were both married to others, our connection could not deny the passion that burned within. Having had a few little get-aways before, we booked a nice overnight get away and brought in some snacks so we would not have to go out. As we got comfy and kissing each other our passion grew as a knock sounded on the door. I walked over and open the door to see Jenn, one of your close friends and...
While he was telling me some more of the details, I started to become more and more distressed about the situation. I think he just assumed that my looks of distress came from the fact that my husband of five years had been unfaithful to me, but something else was really causing me stress. After telling me the last details of the affair, he stopped and hung his head. Tears came to his eyes as he looked to me for forgiveness. At that moment, however, I started crying as well. Sitting on...
I felt better when I woke, but then remembered what challenges the day will hold. First, Tuesday was to be the first touching-allowed day, but limited to contact above the waist. Actually this was a sexist limitation because a girl’s breasts are far more a sexual organ than is the male chest. But the idea was to be able to ease the naked students into experiencing contact slowly, so some sort of starting point needed to be established. When I hopped out of bed, a sharp tug at my cock...
So that's it ... isn't it? He always wanted me as his wife/lover/mistress. Last night it might have felt official to me, but to Jake, I have been growing into that since the beginning. He was not in a rush before and he's not in a rush now. But I am ... I want to feel him inside of me. Mom will not be home for two more days. I will get his cock inside me tonight. I get a text from mom. She asks how everything is. I text back things are OK. I think she is waiting for me to join her. She...
Kim is a very hard-nosed saleswoman. She may be small in frame, but she is tough as nails when it comes to getting what she wants. She has been working at the same large company on the east coast for over 10 years. Over that time, she has gained a well-deserved reputation as a bit of a bitch. That said, it has served her well professionally as she heads the sales department now after starting as a junior executive a decade ago. Today, Kim was preparing for another of her business trips to...
"Bronze age societies became resourceful in the face of an external threat, combining their resources their resources to counter an enemy. This is what the Ship List in Homer's Iliad shows us." Bethany Howes's assertion at the start of her programme, "The Ships of the Mycenaeans" reminded viewers of just how modern some ancient societies were, or perhaps how primitive modern societies can be. Freddie had just finished watching it. He looked at this watch. It was time for a swim. What...
“Come one! Come all! See the world’s most intelligent orc and other exotic wonders, gathered from the farthest reaches of Arcanum to be viewed by you! Yes, you!” I paused in the sidewalk, then turned to face the twelve year old who had just thrust his cane at me. The street urchin had been set upon an empty crate of Proudfoot Stout and was waving a cane in the air while wearing ratty old clothing that might have once been fashionable. The effect was rather like someone dressing up to...
Standard disclaimer here: Not meant for children, don?t make money with this and you are free to post it on free boards as long as you notify me of it. This is my first story, so be gentle. Practical Occult By Arice McQueen "Hey, what this?" I ask myself as I grab an old dusty book from the shelves. It was vacation and most of my friends had gone to visit their family while the rest went to resorts. I was the last living member of my family. My parents had died a few years...