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This story has been kicking around in my subconscious for years but it
has taken a long time to get it on to paper. I will warn readers now
that the story takes some darker paths latter on and hopefully some
unexpected turns. Although still a work in progress the story arc is
complete and hard to move. This is my first submitted story so please
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Pathways
Part 1
By Roxana Riley
Her name was Monique.
Looking back it's hard to believe that it all start so innocently. It
was the summer of my 17th year. I had just finished my junior year in
high school and I was enjoying the free time, hanging out with my
friends, just goofing off.
Monique was the 19 year old daughter of our next door neighbor. And to
say I had a crush on her would be like saying the Titanic hit an ice
cube. She had that girl next door quality of good looks and a wholesome
nature. We had been friends for years but it never went any farther
than that due to our age difference, and to put it plainly she was way
out of my league. Now I was not bad looking, I came in at a reasonable
5'9" with nice brown hair and green eyes. I was on the skinny side
though only weighing 145 pounds. I figured it was better than being
overweight. The problem was that I was just plan shy and very obtuse
about being around girls.
Monique was everything I wanted and nothing I had. She had been one of
the most popular girls in school. Been known to everyone and desired on
first glance from the whole school. She had always kept herself out of
the dating game though by saying she was concerned about collage and her
catholic parents. She could have had anyone just for the asking. As
neighbors we had talked a lot and she was friendly. Her 5'8" frame was
offset by her long brown almost black hair that hung like a wave down to
her ass. She had the runner's body, long sleek and muscular that showed
off every line. And to cap it off she was endowed with her mothers
genes providing her with a beautiful 35C set of breasts. When she left
for collage the summer before I had wished her luck, thought about all
the attention she would receive at school and dreamed that on her return
she would see me as a viable dating option. Wistful fantasies, I know,
but one can hope.
I never imaged the lust she would inspire when she returned. In late
June, Monique returned to the neighborhood and I was thunderstruck.
Gone was the girl next door, replacing it was a hungry predator, with
stunning eyes and that figure on display. Her hair had been cut shorter
into a stunning bob that framed her face but only served to highlight
her eyes, which now were heavily made up and had a wonderful darkness to
them. While the rest of us were running around in our blue jeans and t-
shirts, she had on her designer skirts, silk blouses and large sun
glasses. She had picked up the style of always wearing some sort of
boot, usually with a mid sized heel that made it so I was looking up to
her when we talked. And when you talked to her, you felt like she was
evaluating you and you had been found wanting, childish or immature.
She surveyed the local gang like a hawk picking out her desired morsel.
For some reason I seemed to be the only one whom she didn't dismiss on
first contact. Maybe it was our old friendship but I loved the envious
looks I got when we were together. They would walk up all cocky and
Monique would dismiss them with a stare, then turn back to me and
continue like they didn't exist.
She was very coy about her relationship status. When friends asked
about whom she was dating or did she find anyone at collage she would
say she was off the market but give no details. It was clear she was
putting out the "not open" sign but she was coy on any details.
On fourth of July we had our annual block party. As had become our
custom Monique and I ended up sitting together and talking. Being
curios I could not hold it in any more and cornered her to needle more
information. There had to be a story as to why she was turning down all
these offers.
"Come on Monique, tell me, are you dating? I will tell everyone and
they will leave you alone."
She gave me a long slow look, making me think I had crossed the line
into her personal life and then leaned in slowly, whispering "The right
person is not here yet, but maybe I can make them...." Then she laughed
at the confused expression on my face and walked off into the crowd.
The neighborhood was slowing moving into its summer routine. Monique's
parents were leaving for a 5 day mini vacation in the country and mine
were off with there usual 10 to 12 hour work days leaving plenty of free
time. Unfortunately that didn't always leave my free. I had been told
that it would be my responsibility to take care of the yard by the end
of the week. An onerous task but given my lack of any real
responsibility, not a hard one to complete.
This left me out in the yard, on my knees pulling weeds just in time to
see Monique wishing her parents good bye as they pulled out of the drive
way. Monique, as she had been all summer, was dressed to the nines and
looked like she was on her way out to a fancy dinner, not just a stroll
down her walkway. As her parent's car rounded the corner Monique slowly
walked up to me, reached out with her foot and placed it under my chin,
raising it up to her eyes, gave me this wicked little smile and nodded
her head back to her house. Confused as to what she wanted I was not
one to let an excuse go for skipping my chores. Plus a guy can always
dream he might get lucky.
I jumped up right after the shock wore off and followed her like a dog
on a leash. As soon as I cleared the doorway she turned and was on my
like some fantasy star of a Penthouse letter. I could not believe the
passion and the intensity as she pushed me up against the wall, grabbed
my head with both hands and kissed me so hard my eyes spun. My lips
parted quickly as her tongue danced around my teeth and danced around my
mouth. Her sweet lipstick covered cupid bow open and pulling me inside
to a kiss the likes of which I had never felt before.
"Riley you have to take off those clothes this minute, there filthy."
She moaned as she pulled my shirt over my head. Her hands roaming all
over my body, scratching her nails lightly over my skin. My hands were
down my pants so fast, pulling off my jeans I think I ripped the seam
getting them off. As soon as she had me naked she led me by the chin
back to her bedroom. She kissed me hard again, smearing her lipstick
over my lips with the force of the kiss. My breath came in gasps as so
many thoughts ran through my brain. My god she is actually kissing me.
MY GOD I am in her room naked. Walking over to the large chair she had
in the room she sat down in it and forced me to my knees by placing her
leg up on my shoulder.
"What ever shale I do with you Riley. Hummmm....." she purred as she
stroked my cheek and placed her other heel right over my crotch. "I
think a young boy who wants to show his affection needs to show his
commitment, don't you" as she pressed her boot down over my quickly
swelling cock, kneading it with the tip of her heel. Leaning back she
threw one leg up over the arm of the chair, opening her up wide and
letting me see that she didn't have on any panties. "Lick me Riley and
show me you know what to do with a woman..."
Well I had no idea what exactly do to but that didn't stop me from
trying. I leaned and began running my tongue up and down along her
swollen lips. The tingle that ran down my body was like nothing I felt
as I tried to think of anything and everything that would show her I was
worth her time. I fumbled around but with her coaching soon found a
rhythm that seems to drive her wild. Her juices started to soak my lips
as I moved in and lovely pulled her red hot clit into my lips. Rolling
it around and pulling slightly as I fumbled around.
I spent then next 30 minutes in between her thighs, licking, rubbing,
sucking, nibbling and blowing on her lips, clit and pussy. I felt her
hands push me deeper and her voice whispered in my ear..."mmmmm more,
lover....yes right there....ooooo....there is some hope for you". I
could feel her muscles slightly shake and her breath catch as she cried
out finally. I had my lips firmly clamped over her clit when she had
the orgasm I had been trying to give her.
After she settled down though I was crestfallen as the first words out
of her mouth were "well lover if you want me to bring you off you will
have to do better than that..." My cheeks were red with embarrassment.
I had blown my chance and screwed up any possibility for my own
satisfaction. She looked down on my with old eyes and then gave me hope
for joy "Tomorrow I want you clean shaven, this stubble is too rough. I
also want you to smell nice and put something on those dry lips, they
scratch."
My heart soared and well my cock twitched at getting another chance. I
promised that I would do better. My seventeen year old mind was in
rapture at the mere pleasure of being wanted and my overdeveloped
shyness was grasping at the thought that the hottest girl in town wanted
me in her bed. I knew I would do whatever she asked as the excitement
was like a drug. She shushed me with a finger to my lips and moaned "I
know..."
She pulled me to my feed and shepherded me to her back door. As I
reached down to collect my clothes I saw that they had landed in the
kitchen sink when she striped me, the sink full of cold water. Seeing
the soggy mass Monique giggled as an devilish idea crossed her face.
"Woops.." she giggled. "looks like your clothes are too wet to wear".
A wicked smile spreading out from her lips. "Stay right there".
Monique ran back to her room and returned in a minute. "Here try these
on... they should fit, and I want to watch you ass as you work them on."
Terror ran threw me as she handed over a pink lacey thong, a pair of
designer Capri pants with a pink ribbon striping down the hem. In her
other hand was a baby blue crop top with lace around the sleeves and
short enough that it showed off the belly button and a pair of white
pink sneakers with pink laces and a small ? inch heal. Hearing her
giggle only increased my terror more as she told me "they should fit you
as we are close to the same size, plus they are not my style anymore"
Mouth half open I sputtered "Monique I cant ware these... I would look
like a fool"
Her demeanor quickly changed and she gained that new found haughtiness
"you can and you will if you ever want to see under my skirt again" she
coldly informed me. Clearly she was in no mood to be argued with.
"Plus only I can see you in the yard and I want to watch your sweet ass
sway in the summer sun. The house is back from the road and you will be
perfectly safe." Her eyes turned cruel as she informed me with no room
for questions. "You will put those on, finish the weeding, then clean
and press the clothes before you return tomorrow at 9."
I begin to cringe as her words sunk in. Then she hit me with the final
bomb "AND you will be wearing those panties and one of your mother's
nicest bras when you come back. Do I make myself clear?"
I should have said no. I should have walked out the door naked and never
looked back. I should have taken up drinking as a life choice and
things might have ended up going better. What I did do was take the
clothes, slide on the panties up my legs. The silk sliding over my legs
with a cool soft feel as it settled in around my thighs for the first
time. The pants came next and I kept trying to pull them down to make
them look longer but they rode so high up my calves showing my ankles
for all to see. The tight cotton compressing my legs and making them
look longer and leaner. The light blue ribbon making it clear who was
intended to wear these. I pull the shirt over my head and slid it down
my arms, the soft blue nylon fitting tightly against my skin. I could
feel right were it stopped though as my hands kept reaching to cover my
belly, expecting it to come lower. Finally I slipped on the white
sneakers, the laces already tied into a big oversized bow. There was no
way to describe the embarrassment but I was also rock hard as my brain
kept thinking about being at Monique's feet, her hands in my hair as she
held me tightly to her crotch. I was so far gone from my first true
sexual experience that I had pushed me past the point of no return. My
thoughts a jumble of desire, pent up frustration, humiliation, and
sexual need. I would do almost anything to feel her hands on me again,
and I hadn't even cum yet. She had me wrapped around her finger and it
only took 30 minutes alone in her bedroom. I was hooked and she knew
it.
As I was standing up to walk out the door, Monique had one more surprise
for me.
"Let me fix those chapped lips for you...."
She reached in her purse and pulled out her bright pink lipstick.
Walking up slowly, so that I knew just what was coming she open the tube
and proceeded to rub, 3 shiny coats over my lips, framing them into a
perfect little bow.
I had had enough, I didn't need this, I needed to regain some sense of
control. I was looking at her and thinking how I should escape, my
brain a slow pile of mush. Then she leaned in and kissed me and I
forgot everything. Her lips slid across mine as our slick lipstick
glided over each other. Her tongue slowly drifted into my mouth as it
explored my world and I was helpless to do anything but melt in her
arms. I moaned before I new what was next and felt one of her hands
reach around and hold my head tight, her fingers combed threw my hair.
Her other hand slid slowly down my side and over the tight shirt as it
explored the skin of my belly button. Moving in slow circles up and
down, lower and lower, until it slide over the band of my pants and down
around my cock, Her fingers milking me threw the soft fabric of her
panties. It felt like nothing I knew in this world and I was moaning at
each touch. Our tongues played with each other as they slithered along
the wet folds of our mouths. They slid into my mouth and then back into
hers, the slick feel of the lipstick ever present. Her hand rubbing up
and down my cock as she slid the panties along its hard throbbing length
and pulled the band snugly up my ass. Every moment was passion but it
was clear who was in charge. She broke our embrace and I gasped just as
I exploded into her jeans. My breath raged as I tried to understand
what I felt.
"That was wonderful Rox. I think you will turn out perfectly"
My head was spinning.
"Leave those wet ones on right now dear but make sure you clean them
tonight"
Before I knew it I was standing on her porch with the feel of the door
slamming on my ass. I wondered around in a daze as I made my way back to
my yard to work. My mind was a muddle of thoughts, each one racing to
the next. I was just about to kneel down to start weeding when I
figured that I needed something to sit on so I would not get her pants
any more dirty. Spreading a towel out I found out how tight those jeans
were and was forced to sit on my side, with my legs out to the left,
like some girl at the beach.
I quickly finished my chores and ran inside to change and clean up
before anyone saw me. But before I undressed I spent a spend a good 20
minutes masturbating on the couch with the memories running over and
over in my head. I think I cam even harder the second time. With my
recent humiliation running through my brain I did as I was told and
washed out all the items she gave me and hid them in the back of my
closet before my parents came home. It was almost for naught though as
I didn't remember the lipstick until later that evening as my parents
were pulling up the driveway. In a panic I ran to the bathroom and
proceeded to clean my face until it was red, wiping the soft cream off
my lips. Staring into the mirror I missed the bright red color and
thought I could still see the edge of it on my lips.
The rest of the night was forgettable. My parents talking about some
big project at work and what it would mean to there group, yes they
worked together. All I could think about was Monique and how I was
going to get a bra from Mom by 9:00. Needless to say my dreams were a
jumble that night and I did sleep well, but I was hard.
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