Nandita To Nandini
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Several events and locales depicted in this story are once again factual, while the remainder is pure fiction. Hopefully, you readers will enjoy both.
Constructive comments are always welcomed.
The ferry’s bell chimed three times, indicating our departure as I lowered my sunglasses and found a space along the port railing on the deck next to my car. I leaned on the rail and watched the other private sailboats, for-hire taxi boats, and assorted other watercraft jockeying for a position on a busy Lake Como.
“Ouch! Damn it,” I yelled as I felt the skin on my right calf being scraped open by something hard.
“Mi dispiace! Mi dispiace!”, the young girl cried.
It was obvious from her pronunciation that Italian was not her native tongue, but the sincerity of her apology translated perfectly.
I turned to face her and said, “Sei perdonato.”
The confused expression on the face of the girl, who I designated Blonde 1, and her companion, who I designated “Blonde 2” inspired me to take a chance, so I said, “Just try to be more careful with your bikes.”
I felt a trickle of warm liquid beginning to run down my calf. “Excuse me, I said to the two blondes as I wedged myself between them so that I could open the driver’s side door of my car. They moved fore and aft to give me space as I opened the door enough to lean into the car. I opened the center console and extracted a couple of tissues before standing back up and closing the door.
Stepping back to the rail of the ferry, I pressed the folded tissues against the scrape on my leg. I could tell that it was just a scratch and knew that the blood would clot within just a few minutes with a little pressure applied to the wound. The two blondes were still standing there, balancing their bikes and watching me.
Blonde 2 said, “Your English is very good.”
Blonde 1 nodded in agreement with her friend.
“As is yours,” I replied.
“You’re American, aren’t you?” Blonde 1 asked.
“As are you,” I said with a smile. “I detect a hint of New Jersey in your voice.”
Blonde 1 smiled and said, “Very good. My name is Ali, and I am originally from Cherry Hill, New Jersey.”
“Ali, huh? You don’t inspire visions of a dark, dank, brick wall lined passageway between two buildings, so I assume there is some other story behind your name.”
Laughing, Blonde 1 said, “It’s spelled A-L-I. It’s short for Alison.” She indicated her companion and said, “This is my friend, Amy.”
I glanced and Blonde 2 and studied her for a second before saying, “Amy is a much better name for you than the one I heard you being called before.”
“Excuse me?” said Amy with a confused expression that was matched by the one on Ali’s face. “Have we met before?”
“Not exactly,” I said in the most reassuring tone I could muster. “Last December you were at the Chart House restaurant with a guy who wasn’t acting much like a gentleman. The only name that I heard for you that evening was ‘Bitch’.”
Awareness and recognition ignited in Amy’s eye, “You’re the guy that had the valet escort Simon to his car rather than bringing it to him, and then you paid a taxi to take me home. I never got your name or a chance to thank you, so thank you.”
“Think nothing of it,” I said. “My name is Steve. Steve Goldwyn.”
Ali spoke first, “It’s nice to meet you Steve, and I’m really sorry about hitting you with my bike. I was trying so hard to avoid scratching this beautiful car that I overcompensated on the other side and caught your leg with the pedal. I’m really sorry.”
“I’ve done worse to myself while shaving,” I chuckled.
“You shave your legs?” teased Amy.
“My, aren’t you the quick and feisty little thing,” I replied, eliciting a giggle from both young ladies. “So are you both planning to ride around Bellagio today?”
“No,” Ali said, “these are rentals that we’re returning. We had hoped to ride around portions of the Lake, but everyone is setting up for some annual bike race so the options on where we could ride were limited.”
I nodded and said, “That would be the Giro di Lombardia, or ‘Tour of Lombardy’. It will be run two days from today on Saturday. It begins in Varese and finishes in Bergamo this year. If you want to see it, I can recommend some excellent vantage points. On the other hand, if you want to avoid it, you could seek refuge in Bellagio like I am going to do.
Amy said, “I think that we’ll wait to read the book.”
Ali laughed at her friend’s comment and added, “We’re not very interested in watching other people ride bikes, even if it is in some famous race. We thought that we would just find a bed and breakfast or youth hostel in Bellagio for a few days to take in the sights on this side of the lake.”
I nodded and said, “It’s kind of late in the season for American students to be touring Europe, but with the race and several Oktoberfest events taking place right now around the lake, you might find it difficult to locate an available room. Here it is the middle of October, so I assume that either you are both taking some time off from your studies or you’re not students.”
“We’re currently living in Milan,” Amy informed me. “Ali and I are both between assignments for the next two weeks, so we decided to come up and see Lake Como and the area that we had heard so much about.”
Ali added, “We took the train from Milan into Como on Monday and we have been playing things by ear since then.”
“Assignments?” I asked, although I was pretty certain that I knew what type of assignments these two beauties would be referring to.
My assumption was confirmed when Ali said, “Amy and I work as fashion models. All of the photoshoots for the winter clothes have been completed and the assignments for the Spring season won’t start until the end of October.”
The short ferry ride from Mennagio on the western shore of Lake Como to Bellagio was coming to an end. I could see the quay as the ferry began turning to position the vehicle ramp on the bow to align with the concrete dock.
Ali and Amy also recognized our pending arrival into Bellagio. Amy asked, “How well do you know the town and could you offer us any suggestions on where we might find a room?”
I studied the two pleading expressions for a second before making a suggestion, “The bike rental shop is a block from the ferry quay on Via Lungo Lario Manzoni next to the bus stop. After you have returned your bikes, turn left out of the shop and cross the street. You’ll come to an alleyway that will lead you to a little wine bar called ‘Enoteca Cava Turacciolo’. Meet me there and I’ll buy you lunch then see if we can find suitable accommodations for you.”
The two girls looked at each other for a few seconds, as if silently communicating before Ali said to me, “Steve, can you hold my bike for a second while Amy and I discuss your offer?”
I nodded and placed my hand onto the handlebars to steady the bike as Ali stepped around me. Amy rolled her bike back about twenty feet and the two were soon in an animated conversation that I could not overhear. The two-ring notification from the ferry’s bell indicating that the docking was complete brought their conversation to an end.
Ali returned to me and took the bike back under her control as Amy acted as the spokesperson for the duo, “We’ll meet you, but we would like to buy your lunch instead, both as an apology for your injury as well as for your assistance with helping us to find someplace to stay.”
I simply winked at the two and watched them walking their bikes towards the ramp. They were both absolutely adorable specimens. As mentioned previously, both had blonde hair, with Ali’s a shade or two lighter than Amy’s. Ali had blue eyes while Amy’s were green. Ali was also an inch or two taller, but their near-identical body measurements made Amy’s figure appear slightly more proportional overall.
I climbed into my car but waited for most of the bikes and pedestrians to reach the ramp before starting the engine. As the car roared to life, every head around turned to see the source of the impressive sound.
The Ferrari 550 Maranello was unveiled this past July at the Nürburgring racing circuit in Germany. The car’s name referred to the 5.5-liters total engine displacement and the town of Maranello, home to the Ferrari headquarters and factory. Pininfarina manufactured both the exterior and interior components under their long-standing relationship with Ferrari. The car was a joy to drive, which I had been doing since it was entrusted to me at the factory last week.
I slowly drove the car off the ferry and found a parking place in the ferry terminal parking lot where I could leave the car until after lunch. I strolled through a couple of alleys that I knew as short-cuts and was entering the wine bar within minutes. The owner, Mario greeted me as warmly as ever. I have learned that favors are valuable commodities to have in reserve, and I had several in reserve with Mario.
“I’m expecting a couple of young ladies to join me for lunch,” I told Mario in perfect Italian. “Is the rooftop available for us?”
“Si, of course, my friend,” Mario said. “You go ahead and select the table that you want. I will escort your guests once they arrive. No other customers will be seated on the rooftop until you and your guests are finished.”
“Grazie amico mio,” I replied in appreciation. I exited onto the brick patio and climbed the wrought iron circular staircase to the rooftop that overlooked Lake Como. I thought for probably the dozenth time that it must have been a perilous feat for servers to carry trays up these stairs before Mario had the dumb waiter installed.
Mario’s stepdaughter, Sophia was adjusting the placement of silverware and napkins on the tables positioned around the rooftop. The breeze off the lake would take ownership of any linens that were not weighted down properly. Sophia must have heard my footsteps, or maybe she felt their vibration because she looked up and smiled in recognition.
“Finalmente!” Sophia exclaimed as she rushed over to warmly embrace me. “You are finally here to whisk me away to be your bride, si?”
Sophia had been using this standard greeting on me since she was thirteen, and it touched me as much today as the very first time. Now a grown woman, she had an angelic face atop an apple-shaped body. Her teasing about me marrying her was in direct contrast to her faith, her mature nature, and her commitment to her family. She had struggled for years with the choice of becoming a nun in the Catholic church, or her devotion to her family and this business.
“Sophia, amore mio,” I said as I kissed her cheeks, one after the other. “I fear that I am destined to live a life of lonely solitude until Mario accepts our love and allows us to marry. You know that I ask for your hand every time I see him.”
Sophia playfully slaps my chest and asks, “Stephan, you tease me too much sometimes. Which do you want today, the Buttercream Chardonnay or the Belvino Pinot Grigio?”
“Neither, I think. The sky is like summer today, so I believe a Tuscan Sangria is in order. What do you think?”
“An excellent choice,” Sophia said with admiration. “A picnic beverage for a picnic type of day.”
“Exactly,” I agreed. “I am expecting some guests for lunch and I was thinking that some antipasti and an assortment of breads would be nice to share along with the sangria.
“The apple harvests are producing a fine crop this year,” Sophia said as she headed for the stairway. “I’ll have several sliced for you and your guests as well.”
“Thank you, Sophia.”
I walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down at the entrance to the alley from Via Lungo Lario Manzoni and saw two blonde girls just entering. Each was carrying a small duffle bag in their hand and had a daypack on their back. Their bags must have been in the cargo area of the ferry. They appeared apprehensive upon first entering the alley, but once they saw the doorway for the wine bar, I could see them noticeably relax. I walked over to the top of the circular stairway to await their ascent.
When I saw Mario escorting Ali and Amy towards the staircase, I yelled down, “Mario, ti preghiamo di tenere i bagagli.”
Requesting that Mario stow their luggage somewhere downstairs would prevent the girls from having to attempt the navigation of the circular stairway with only one hand to hold the rail and the weight of the packs on their back to throw off their balance.
Mario nodded at me and then spoke to my guests. They both seemed to comprehend what Mario had explained because they each took off their daypacks and left them at the foot of the stairs along with their duffle bags. As Amy reached the top of the stairway, I took her hand to help her step onto the roof, and then did the same when Ali reached the top.
Directing them to the table I had selected that offered the fullest panoramic view of the lake, I held a chair out for each of them before taking the seat that faced away from the lake, but held a better view in my opinion as two radiantly beautiful faces glowed under the early afternoon sun.
“Any problems returning the bikes?” I asked them.
“No problems at all,” Amy said with a grin. “The employees were very considerate, asking us if we needed a ride anywhere, offered to escort us to our hotel...”
Ali added, “I’m just glad that Amy stopped me before I let slip the fact that we don’t currently have a hotel. I can only imagine the offers we would have received from them then.”
I was facing the right direction to see Sophia come up the staircase and walk to the sliding door for the dumb waiter. Ali and Amy turned at the sound.
“I hope that you don’t mind, but I ordered us lunch while waiting for you,” I told them.
The two looked at each other before Amy spoke, “No, that’s fine, but remember that we’re buying you lunch today.”
I laughed and nodded agreement, then told them what to expect, “My dear friend, Sophia agreed with me that a beautiful day like today deserved a picnic. I took the liberty of requesting a Tuscan sangria be made for us. It’s light and fruity, but most important, it will be the perfect complement to the antipasti, breads, and fresh apples that Sophia will be serving us. I trust that you are both aware that the legal drinking age in Italy is sixteen.”
“We know,” said Amy. “We’re both twenty and have been drinking alcohol in Italy since we arrived.
“You look younger, but I figured that since you were traveling around without anyone else that you were at least over eighteen.” I said
They shared another look between them. Amy said, “Sangria sounds safe enough. Thank you.”
I must have been deficient in hiding my puzzlement over Amy’s reply because Ali tried to provide some clarity for me, “When you suggested that we meet you at a wine bar, Amy and I discussed which of us would refrain from consuming any alcohol...”
“But neither of you is driving,” I said.
Amy jumped in, “You probably wouldn’t understand. Things are different for guys traveling than with girls. If two guys get drunk together, they’ll probably be fine. Two girls getting drunk together would likely end up being taken advantage of. Ali and I always watch out for one another, so one of us always stays sober and never lets the other one out of her sight.”
I nodded again and said, “Now that you’ve explained it, I do understand. Furthermore, I am very impressed by the two of you being so mature and responsible to recognize the risks and take steps to minimize them for yourselves...”
Ali interrupted, “It’s not that we don’t trust you, because we do to a degree. I mean we agreed to meet you at someplace strange to us...”
This time Amy interrupted Ali, “I told Ali that you could have minded your own business last December, but you helped me out anonymously and without expecting anything in return. I believe that your offer to help us find a room here in Bellagio is also being done with no expectation on your part. I am right, aren’t I?”
“You are absolutely right,” I assured them. “If I can do something to assist fellow travelers, especially fellow Americans, I believe it is my duty to do so. Ah, here’s the sangria...”
Sophia had been standing patiently waiting for a break in the conversation before pouring the sangria and serving it to us. As she placed the first glass in front of me, she addressed my guests, “Ladies, I have known Stephan since I was twelve-years-old. You will not find a more considerate and trustworthy man than he.”
She leaned down and planted a kiss on my cheek, and then when serving Amy and Ali she added, “Nor a more handsome man. Believe me, I have tried.”
Amy took a drink and asked, “How old are you, Steve?”
Sophia answered on my behalf, “He is twenty-nine. He just acts years older.”
I laughed and said, “Grazie amore mio.”
Ali found her own inquisition bone and asked, “You seem to know a lot about Bellagio and the Lake Como area. Do you live here?”
“My family has had a villa on the lake for over eighty years,” I explained, “but my permanent residence is in Pacific Palisades in California.”
“So you’re wealthy,” Amy stated.
I shook my head and chuckled, “I come from a wealthy family and get to partake in some of the fruits of my ancestor’s labors. I earn a decent living in my own career which allows me to make a few small investments here and there, but I still need to work for a living if that answers your question.”
“What do you do?” Ali asked.
“I own my own commercial photography company, and before you ask, I do not do fashion photography, at least not clothing fashion,” I explained. “My clients are corporations that hire my company to help them develop advertising images that best portray their products or services. For example, the car that you saw on the ferry is the new Ferrari model that was just introduced. I am working on a portfolio of images of the car in settings around Lake Como, which is one of the reasons that I am here at this time.”
“What motivated you to get into photography?” Ali asked. She seemed genuinely interested.
“You could say that I was born with a camera in my hand,” I said with a wink and a smile. “Although it would have probably been a movie camera...”
Amy jumped in, “What did you say your last name was?”
“Goldwyn,” I replied. “My grandfather was Samuel Goldwyn, one of the founders of MGM Studios.”
“Okay,” Amy said, “back up here a second. I did a report on Samuel Goldwyn in high school. He only had one daughter and one son, so if you’re a descendant from Samuel Goldwyn and carry the Goldwyn name, I assume that Samuel Goldwyn Junior fits in here somewhere.”
I knew what was confusing to them, and Amy in particular, so I tried to explain, “My father is Samuel Goldwyn Junior. My mother is not one of his wives. My father’s infidelity while he was married to his first wife, Jennifer Howard, resulted in my conception and the end of that marriage. So, yes I am the half caucasian and half African American bastard son of Samuel Goldwyn Junior. My three older half-brothers insisted that I be afforded the same rights as them, which my father agreed to.”
The girls had been nibbling on items from the antipasti spread that Sophia had served us. When I joined them in sampling the various meats, cheeses, vegetables, and fruits, a companionable silence fell over the table. Ali or Amy would glance at me between eating and drinking to smile and nod in approval of the lunch that Sophia and I had selected.
Amy eventually asked, “What suggestions do you have for us for accommodations?”
I finished chewing the bite of bread in my mouth and washed it down with a drink from my glass of sangria before answering. “I thought that we would try the Miralago bed and breakfast on Via Pascello. If there are no rooms available there, you are welcome to stay in the guest house at my family’s villa which is across the street from Miralago.”
“While you are staying inside the villa itself?” Amy asked with a slight hint of suspicion in her tone. Ali gave a “be careful” glance at her friend but didn’t interrupt her.
I nodded and said, “Yes, while I would normally stay in the guest house if I was here by myself, I will be in the main house and allow you two to use the guest house. I was actually planning to stay in the main house anyway since I am expecting to have another guest for a couple of days.”
“How much will you charge us to stay in the guest house?” Ali asked.
I smiled and said, “The operative word in guest house is ‘guest’. If you choose to stay there, you will be my guests and no compensation from you would be accepted. You could either eat meals in the main house with me, or we could go shopping to allow you to prepare your own meals in the guest house kitchen.”
“Will you excuse us for a minute?” Amy asked, and I knew as she and Ali stepped away from the table and moved to the other side of the rooftop that she wanted to have a private conversation with Ali concerning my suggestions on their accommodations.
When they returned to the table, they didn’t take their seats. Amy asked, “Who else will be at the villa beside the three of us and possibly one other guest? I mean, are their staff there or other members of your family?”
I motioned towards their chairs, encouraging them to retake their seats. Ali did so willingly, but Amy was a bit more hesitant. When they were both seated and paying attention to me, I told them, “An old acquaintance of mine, Andrea Tafi is one of the favorites to win the Giro di Lombardia this year. He has asked if he could stay at the villa before the race, but he hasn’t committed to that plan yet. There is a full-time housekeeper who also serves as the cook, as well as a full-time groundskeeper. They both have separate living quarters above the garages.”
“So only six people will be there,” Amy confirmed, “if your friend shows up.”
“Actually staying at the villa, yes,” I said. “However, the villa is a popular location for filming movies and I use it as a backdrop for many of my photo campaigns for clients. I will have an assistant dropping by frequently over the next several days as I work on the photos for the Ferrari campaign and scenes for a movie are being filmed on the property at various times.”
“Will they need any extras,” Ali asked excitedly.
I debated how much to share with Amy and Ali about the type of movie that was being shot around the villa. I was certain that once they found out that the director was Lasse Braun and that the name of the film he was working on was “Diamonds are for Pleasure”, they would do everything possible to avoid the film crew entirely. I tried to divert their curiosity.
“Do you aspire to be an actress?” I asked Ali.
“We both do,” Ali said, nodding towards Amy. “We plan to move back to Los Angeles together in a few months to try breaking into either television or movies. Amy already has some contacts that will help line us up with an agent.”
“Going back to us possibly staying at the villa’s guest house,” Amy said, “we would like to find some way to repay your generosity. We’re more than capable of paying you something for letting us stay there.”
“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “Let me discuss it with my assistant when I see her and I might be able to find a way to use you both in the Ferrari campaign. You don’t have any exclusive contracts that would prohibit you from being in one of my photoshoots, do you?”
“No,” Amy said, “we’re completely open in that regard. Use us how?”
“I’m not sure just yet,” I confessed. “However, it might involve you wearing a variety of outfits, including swimwear. Are you both okay with that?”
“Amy rocks a bikini,” Ali giggled.
Amy smacked her friend’s arm and said, “And like you don’t.”
Turning to me, she added, “Topless is okay as long as it is artfully presented and is completely integrated into the concept of the image.”
I chuckled and said, “I find very few requests for topless images from my corporate clients. They feel it tends to detract from the product they are trying to sell.”
Amy glanced once more at Ali, who nodded in reply to some silent communication between them. “Okay,” Amy said. “We’ll check out this guest house of yours.”
Ali nodded again and asked, “Can we get the check so that we can pay for lunch?”
“There is no check,” I informed them. “I am a significant investor in this wine bar so my guests and I eat here for free. That’s why I chose it when you insisted on paying for lunch.”
Ali laughed, but Amy just grinned and said, “Maybe we should give your invitation some more thought. You can be a sneaky one.”
I let the two girls follow me down the stairway in case one of them slipped on the way. Fortunately, everyone made it to the bottom safely. After retrieving their bags and packs we all bid farewell to Mario and Sophia. I carried each of their duffle bags as they donned their daypacks and followed me back to the ferry terminal.
When we reached the Ferrari, I opened the trunk and we stored all of their belongings amongst the camera equipment already there. When I opened the passenger door, the two girls stood and looked at the interior of the car with questioning expressions.
“How’s this supposed to work?” Ali asked. “There are only two seats.”
“You’re both skinny enough,” I teased, “and we only have to drive a few miles. Ali, why don’t you get in first and spread your legs, and then Amy, you sit between Ali’s legs. The seatbelt will fit around both of you.”
Ali simply shrugged her shoulders and climbed onto the seat, spreading her legs as I had suggested. Amy watched her friend get settled and then negotiated placing herself between Ali’s legs without any difficulty. Their biggest challenge came with finding room for their four feet on the narrow floorboard. I pulled the seatbelt out so that Amy could bring it around her body and fasten it on the other side of the seat.
I closed their door and walked around to the driver’s side. Once situated, I put the key into the ignition and heard both girls gasp when the engine roared to life. Driving the Ferrari 550 Maranello on the streets of Bellagio was akin to walking a Cirneco Del Etna around a Greyhound track on a leash with the rabbit lures constantly being launched. The car strained to race as if it knew instinctively what it was designed and built for. I could see the disappointment in the eyes of bystanders as I navigated the narrow, curving streets with restraint.
“That’s Miralago up here on the right,” I informed my passengers as we approached the Bed and Breakfast on Via Pescallo. I didn’t expect them to still be interested in the place, but I did want them to know that had been truthful with them when describing its proximity to my family’s villa. This became even more evident as I turned left almost immediately after passing Miralago and pulled up to a security gate. I entered a code using the ten-key pad and waited for the gates to swing open.
I drove around the long circular driveway, passing several trucks, vans, and cars that had been pulled off and parked on the grass beside the drive. The drive forked just before rejoining the entry drive, with a right taking me to the parking pad and the carriage house with five garage bays and three apartments above them. None of the film crew were visible on the exterior of the house, so I assumed that they were filming interior scenes today. Good.
After exiting the car, I went around to open the door for Amy and Ali. Amy already had the seatbelt unfastened when I offered her my hand to assist her with climbing over Ali’s lap to exit the car. Since her feet were essentially wedged between Ali’s on the floorboard, swinging them out and standing could not be easily accomplished. I took a chance at offending her by placing my hands under her arms and easily lifting her out of the car. She couldn’t have weighed more than one-hundred and ten pounds and I could feel her toned body beneath her blouse. I set her down beside the car and proceeded to assist Ali by simply giving her my hand and helping her rise out of the seat to stand on her own.
“If we go anywhere else as a group,” I said, “we can take the Mercedes sedan in the garage. Let’s get your stuff to the guest house and then I’ll show you around.”
Ali and Amy once again each took their respective daypack as I shouldered both of their duffle bags and led them across a flagstone path to the secluded guest house. I pulled a key out of my pocket and unlocked the door, holding it open for my guests to enter. I pocketed the key and left the door open as I followed them inside.
“There are two bedrooms through that door, each with a queen-size bed and its own private bathroom,” I explained. “There is a private courtyard that overlooks the lake through the door on the other side of the kitchen. There is a table and chairs so that you can view the lake while taking your meals out there if you’d like.”
Amy and Ali gazed around the guest house with their mouths agape. “It’s beautiful,” Amy said.
“Oh, man! This place is spectacular,” agreed Ali.
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Megan woke up the next morning with Marks arms around her, she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so relaxed. So satisfied, both sexually as well as mentally. She was half afraid to move, afraid it might just be a dream. But then Mark nuzzled the back of her neck, nibbling gently as his stiffening member stirred twitching in the cleft of her buttocks. The warm feeling spread through her rapidly as she remembered the night of sex. How she'd told him she wanted to know what sex...
Introduction – Author’s notes about ‘The Wanderings of Amy’ and other erotic discipline fiction The ‘Wanderings of Amy’ was my first effort to write fiction of any sort. I had prior experience writing works of non-fiction, journalism, and academic research. However, I had always wanted to write fiction and have had ideas for a couple of political novels for many years. During the summer of 2002, for reasons I myself do not understand, I started to write a story in which I sought to explore a...
Hello ISS readers. I am back with this series. My quick intro. My name is Aafi. This is a fantasy fictional story. I’m a divorced 41-year-old guy who has a beautiful and young daughter, Amy. She just turned 19 and I haven’t seen Amy in almost 10 years. But now she has come down to meet me. So this is what happened next. After jerking myself, I was too tired. Amy and I both fell asleep pretty quickly. But it looked like Amy couldn’t sleep. She was thinking about what just happened. This thinking...
IncestChapter 18 – A night in Burnside’s office Amy’s time was full that semester, as full as it could be. Although Amy was becoming somewhat better with the math requirements of her field, she was grateful to have Wendy present at all times to ask her for help on formulas for her economics classes. Wendy seemed to have a talent for numbers totally out of reach for Amy. Occasionally Amy thumbed through Wendy’s accounting textbooks out of curiosity. She was intimidated by the content. I’m glad not to...
Chapter 14 – Wendy’s Ghosts People are full of surprises, as Amy was about to learn. The person you think you know the best, your closest friend, your family member, your lover, can conceal any number of dark secrets from you. It is human nature that all of us have our failings. It is human nature that each of us tries to conceal those failings from those closest to us, from those who we love the most. It is the fear of judgment, of rejection, over those failings drives people to do strange...
Chapter 10 – Photo Shoot Robert, Amy, and Suzanne spent Thanksgiving together. Robert and Suzanne tried, not very successfully, to conceal their relationship from Amy. It didn’t matter, Amy had it figured out within a few days after Suzanne and Robert fell for each other. She still did not understand what on earth Suzanne had in common with her father’s law partner. That Thanksgiving was special for each of them, given that each had spent the previous Thanksgiving alone. Amy had spent her...
Chapter 16 – Paul’s Secret Desire Amy and Paul returned to Chicago greatly refreshed from their trip to Pennsylvania. They spent nearly three weeks with Paul’s family. As had been the case going out, Amy and Paul took their time coming back, spending three days traveling along a different route. Amy thoroughly enjoyed her time at Paul’s house, in spite of the family’s depressing living situation. She liked his relatives. She was pleased to have put a spark of ambition back into Julie, and to...
Chapter 6 – Halloween Party Midterms snuck up on Amy before she realized it. While it was true that Suzanne had her on an aggressive photo shoot schedule, it was also true that Amy had not put forth as much effort into her classes as she had during the spring and summer semesters. Amy’s most pressing problem was a term paper due October 24 for her modern history of economics class. Amy hated both the subject and the professor. Just two days before the deadline Amy remembered the paper. Two...
Chapter 24 – Paul’s roommate problems Paul and Amy accompanied Suzanne and one of her ex-classmates from the art department to Central Wisconsin for three days just before the Spring semester started. They rented a camper for Amy and Paul to change and warm up in, as well as a snowmobile and skis as props. Only Paul knew how to ski, and not very well. No one knew how to use the snowmobile, but Suzanne’s classmate read the instruction manual and figured out enough to be able to turn it on and...
Chapter 4 – Modeling for Suzanne Spring Break came and went. The week leading up to Spring Break was particularly hard for Amy. The mention of the party spots that Amy and Courtney had been to last year forced Amy to remember the ‘better’ half of her road trip. As the memories of the different party spots popped up in her mind, she began to realize that even at the beginning there were indications that the whole adventure with Courtney was going to end in disaster. The sight of drunken...
Chapter 27 – The Final Summer At the end of May Burnside was in a rare upbeat mood when she returned from Europe with Wendy. She had met with the directors of several economics institutes and obtained what she wanted, scholarship slots for several of her students to study in different locations in France, Belgium, and Great Britain. Burnside already had picked the students. Now they were on their way to Europe, for stints ranging from six months to a year. Burnside’s way of operating was to...
Chapter 22 – New Year’s Eve Robert had to work starting on the 27th. A potentially huge case landed into his firm, a liability suit resulting from the collapse of some decorations at a discount store onto several customers shopping under them. A couple of children were seriously injured in the accident. The store quickly offered compensation to the families, but a consumer protection group decided to sue to force the store to comply with numerous safety rules. The families agreed, and the...
Chapter 2 – Robert’s Strap After a day of shopping it was a new Amy that sat next to Robert on the way back to his apartment. With new clothes, her hair cut short but neatly, her fingernails cleaned and polished, no one would have recognized the girl beside Robert as the same one who left with him in the morning. Amy felt grateful to her father’s partner, and shuddered to think what would have happened to her had he not been there to pick her up from the police station. It was wonderful to...
Chapter 9 – Suzanne’s Ghosts Amy and Wendy were together constantly until November 10, putting in grueling 16 hour days in their push to get the make-up term paper done on time. They realized how much they complimented each other doing research. Amy was excellent at writing, but bad at math. Wendy breezed through anything having to do with equations, but left the writing to Amy. They both found their topic extremely interesting, escaping into the era of their grandfathers. Amy learned much...
Chapter 5 – The First Summer Amy’s time throughout the rest of the summer was divided between her classes and Suzanne’ photo sessions. Suzanne took Amy all over the Mid-west for photo shoots on weekends and whenever she had a break in her schedule during the week. They hit all of the Great Lakes, and traveled as far as Minnesota to the west and Pennsylvania to the east. Amy saw a huge variety of natural locations during the trips and was amazed at Suzanne’s knowledge of the region. There were...
Chapter 3 – Spring Semester Amy woke up in the middle of the night. The apartment was dark, and at first she was confused as to where she even was. Then she remembered. And the punishment. Had she dreamt that? As she rolled on her back her bottom started throbbing – no, that was no dream. Amy got up and quietly walked towards into the living room. At first she thought about putting on her robe, but then thought no, why bother? She felt a little daring walking out in the living room in the...
Chapter 7 – November 1 Amy expected to quietly slip into the apartment and into her own room. She would have to sleep on her stomach. She would have to figure out how to get the temporary tattoos off before Suzanne saw them. She needed to figure out an explanation for her hair. Most of all, she needed to figure out an explanation for the dark red marks on her bottom. But she could deal with all that tomorrow. At that moment she just wanted some sleep. Amy quietly put her key in the door and...
Chapter 12 – Mardi Gras Amy found that she was actually enjoying economics more and more as the Spring semester progressed. She had been right about taking the two classes with Burnside. She knew what to expect from Burnside, which she found comforting in a strange way. Burnside might have given her an approving nod to see her enrolled in two of her classes, but Amy knew that meant that Burnside expected more from her, not less. For the first time in her life, Amy had found a role-model whom...
Chapter 25 – Amy’s 21st Birthday The Mardi Gras party started Wendy’s transformation to normal life about two weeks earlier than Burnside had planned. Burnside’s original intention had been that Wendy should serve in the nude. She planned to have Wendy on the floor the entire evening, forcing her to be fully exposed to the party-goers. It was to be Wendy’s ultimate act of submission and servitude, after which she would begin her slow transition to having her life back. Amy had changed those...
Chapter 1 – Robert’s Apartment Chicago attorney Robert Johnson sat down at his office desk at 8:00 as usual. Behind him was a plate glass window that overlooked Lake Michigan, but he was in no mood to enjoy the view. Today is December 10, he reflected, exactly six months since Amy, the daughter of his law partner and friend John Debbs, had disappeared. It had been exactly four months since he lost his wife Tricia when she was hit by a drunk driver. It had been exactly two months since John...
Chapter 15 – The Second Summer The Spring semester finally ended. Amy’s GPA fell slightly due to the difficulty of the classes she had taken. However, she had completed several important requirements for her major and improved her understanding of working with the formulas needed for Burnside’s materials. This semester had been, by far, the hardest one she had experienced to date. Amy’s character had been tested and she survived. She had accomplished everything she set out to accomplish five...
Amy Anderson felt her long hair being whipped in the breeze as the convertible roared down the country road and she smiled. She lifted her head further into the slipstream, knowing full well that the stretch caused her chest to push out into his view as she felt the wind grip more of her hair. She looked at herself as ‘athletic’ and not beautiful but she also thought her breasts her most alluring feature, sure to catch the notice of any male and she wanted Dale to notice! She was enjoying the...
Chapter 17 – Career Paths Suzanne started the first Fall semester of her life without having any classes to prepare for. This point was driven home when Amy arrived at the apartment loaded down with new textbooks, and Suzanne realized that this semester she had no reason to visit the university bookstore. As Amy laid out her textbooks on the coffee table for the Fall, Suzanne suddenly felt a longing for the security and structure that had been part of her life ever since she was six years old....
Chapter 20 – A Conversation with Burnside Wendy’s disappointment with not having been punished at the Halloween Party intensified throughout the first two weeks of November. Perhaps Amy and Paul did not need to be punished, but she did. Wendy increasingly became convinced that an intense punishment experience was what she needed to get over her problems with gambling. She realized that she could not talk to either Amy or Suzanne about what was going on inside her head. They would not...
Chapter 26 — Europe Towards the end of the semester Burnside told Amy to be ready to grade the final exams in a two day period at the beginning of finals week. The professor explained that she was leaving for Europe immediately after the finals were returned to the students, in order to meet with colleagues at several economics institutes in Great Britain and the Continent. ‘I hate to do this to you, but for the 48 hours after I give the finals, you and I will be spending non-stop quality...
Chapter 11 – Bad Girl Christmas break came, giving Amy a welcome break from her studies. However, the break was the calm before a very big storm. Just before her finals, Amy realized that the time had come to pick a major. As she pondered what interested her, she realized with some anxiety that the field she really liked was economics. It was the term paper that had changed her mind about the field. Amy realized that international development was a fascinating topic, and a powerful one that...
Amy 36: Amy's Christmas Carol Copyright 2016 by Amy Komori The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2016 Amy Komori. All rights reserved. Chapter One: We Don't Share the Same Rung with You So I had been wrong about Ms. Green all along. Which came as no surprise, or shouldn't have. I was wrong about a lot of thing. I liked to say stuff and then when...
Chapter 8 – Robert’s Ghosts Amy and Suzanne slowly walked back to Suzanne’s car shortly after dark. Both of them were stiff from their punishments. Amy noted with amusement that Suzanne was much more careful about hitting the speed-bumps on the way back. Suzanne’s cautious manner of driving had returned, and then some. When it became clear to Suzanne that Amy was perfectly willing to forgive her for her behavior in the morning, she seemed almost bubbly with happiness. On their way back...
First time with Pakistani AliHello, I am Tasoula, a 60-year-old retired and I live in Athens, in Kato Patisia. The story I'm about to tell you is that lately I have some problems with my middle age and my doctor has written to make some muscle relaxation injections to get through. The first thing I thought was to go to my neighborhood pharmacy to buy them and then find someone to do it to me. There, on some of my past visits, I had met Ali, the pharmacist's assistant from Pakistan, who from the...
Amy 23: Amy's Revenge Copyright 2014 by Amy Komori The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2014 Amy Komori. All rights reserved. Chapter One: I Want the Getaway One super nice spring day, feeling kind of self-conscious about my buzzed head thanks to Ms. Green, the school psychologist who had called me to her office as if my having short hair was a cry for...
Amy 29: Amy's Big Night Copyright 2015 by Amy Komori The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2015 Amy Komori. All rights reserved. Chapter One: I Say I Will Not The night of the show, Sarah ruled the Mixer with her soulful voice but it was just too bad hardly anyone was there. Even though we all knew in advance it was going to be slack weekend because it was...
Rasheed Ali had met this 25 year old Raghunath Chauhan on the bus. Rasheed’s pocket had been picked and Raghunath Chauhan offered to pay the fare. At 18 years Rasheed was going to college. He was average build and lived with his 35 years old mother, Nasima Ali. His mother had become a widow last year. She was very fair in complexion and was a petite woman with full breasts. She always wore salwar kamiz (indian dress)and her prominent ass looked sexy as she walked. She was a conservative...
Chapter 19 – Burnside’s Ghosts Leaving Burnside’s house, Amy, Paul, and Wendy were too tired to notice that the front door stayed open a couple of inches until they drove off. The professor quietly watched the three students as they made their way down her sidewalk, Paul and Amy holding hands and Wendy close to Amy. She watched Paul open up the back passenger door for Wendy and the front one for Amy. She watched Paul get into the driver’s seat and close his door. He turned on the ignition and...
Amy 17: Amy's Shiny New Year! Copyright 2013 by Amy Komori The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2013 Amy Komori. All rights reserved. Chapter One: Standing on My Own Life likes to punish people for doing dumb things. Not everyone, because obviously some people are rewarded, but life kicks the snot out of most people when they act stupid. So case in...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
Chapter 23 – Wendy’s Whipping Burnside almost immediately achieved her main goal with Wendy, to get her thought patterns away from what they had been over the past year. Wendy ceased to think about gambling. Her suicide fantasies totally vanished from her mind. Instead her life and thoughts consisted of pleasing her mistress, her correspondence classes, and her art. Wendy did not have time to think about anything else. Burnside forced her to focus her time and her energies. Wendy learned to...
Story codes: CD TV mf voy mast nosexIf you are looking for serious one handed reading, then you are in the wrong place. I hpe you like this. It's the stopry of a young man's first venture into cross dressing. Any similarity to me is entirely coincidental!Title: Andy to Amy"Why are you staring at my knickers?"I jerked upright. God, I really had been staring at her knickers - not the ones she was wearing, sadly, but a pair on the floor, presumably yesterday's pair. They were perfectly normal...
“Hey man,” Xander said, greeting me after opening the front door to the mini-mansion he shared with Natalie. The guard at the front gate asked me a lot of questions before finally looking in the system to find my name on the guest list. The streets seemed a little smaller than regular streets, and curved around various little parks and man-made lakes within the gated community. After I finally found 8732 Storybrook Way and parked my car, I took a moment to steady my breath and slow my heart...
BisexualAmy and Elizabeth By Boobwatch One Chapter One When Amy Liu arrived for work, there was a message on her voice mail from Elizabeth Coleridge. Elizabeth wanted to see Amy in her office as soon as she got in. This was a bit odd. Elizabeth was a senior vice-president at Yesenia Electronics, and was not involved in the day-to-day workings of the engineering department. In fact, Amy couldn't recall ever having spoken to Elizabeth, aside from an occasional "Hello" in the hallway....
Introduction: Amy and new friend….. Amy has more fun….. John came home about an hour later, he started making dinner for the two of them. He found his daughter watching TV in her room, she was lying on her front on the bed. Her skirt was rucked up, he sat beside her and placed his hand on her legs. Hi dad, she said, without turning round. Hi honey he replied, he ran his hand up her leg, it felt a little damp, Amy hadnt cleaned the juice off her legs. His hand found her pert arse, he...
After a few minutes my girl came out and got into her car just like any normal person would do. I pulled out about 2 cars behind and followed her home. She led me to a somewhat secluded housing area so I peeled off and went up a block from where she turned. Her car would be easy to spot driving around so I had no fear of losing her. I took a couple of turns to get back to where I thought she might be and sure enough, 3 houses down from where she turned, there she was getting her bags out...
Day 8 Amy woke up after a very restful sleep. She just laid there awhile and thought about what had happen to her and Dave over the past few days. She just couldn't believe at the things that she and Dave had while they were with Megan and Ken, going to the mall and shopping in the nude, skinny-dipping at a public beach, horseback riding naked and having oral sex with Kelly, Megan, Ken and Dave. She smiled when she thought about having oral sex. It really felt good giving and...
DAY 5 FRIDAY MORNING At Aunt Lori and Uncle Kevin's house Dave woke up and looked at the clock on the nightstand. 'Damn, ' he thought as he saw that it was 6:00. It was about an hour earlier then the time he normally got up, but he had gone to bed about two hours earlier, so he had gotten more sleep then he normally did. And he was wide-awake. After laying there for a few minutes, he decided to get up. It was normal for him to get up as soon as he woke up. Without getting dressed, Dave...
Day 7 "Megan. Megan." In her sleepy mind, Megan heard someone calling her. Opening her eyes, she saw her Mom. "Oh, morning, Mom." "I'm sorry to wake you, but your Dad and I decided that we are going to go out for breakfast and then to church. We are going to catch the early mass, so we should be back around 10:00. Amy and Dave's parents should be here are 10:30 and I think that they start heading home as soon as possible. We probably will have lunch with them before they...
At Kelly's Farm Megan and Amy drove out into the country to Kelly's farm. Both girls were looking forward to going riding. While Megan went riding often, it had been quite a while since Amy had been riding. A friend's family had horses and every once in awhile, Amy would get to go riding. Amy wasn't that good, but she could ride without too many problems. Finally, they arrived at the farm. Megan drove down the road and parked next to the barn. The two girls got out of the car and as...
I grew up down the street from my local public swimming pool and spent a lot of hours there. Stationed in the center of the "good" side of town, it was a great amenity to have just a block away -- I could dash down and hang out for the afternoon and come home at any point if I wanted.Of course, not everyone at the pool lived in the neighborhood -- a lot of parents were known for using the pool as the sole activity for their k**s in the summer, buying them a summer pass and evicting them from...
As the two strippers (one was a stunning curly-haired, artificial redhead with purple highlights and the other was a beautiful woman of mixed African American & Korean ancestry. Both were wearing red g-strings, tassels, high-heels and their skin was covered with body glitter and a light sheen of sweat. Amy would letter find out their names were Cherry Pepper and Lulu) writhed around the pole and fondled each other as men threw dollar bills on the stage, Amy was writing a first draft email on...
As the two strippers (one was a stunning curly-haired, artificial redhead with purple highlights and the other was a beautiful woman of mixed African American & Korean ancestry. Both were wearing red g-strings, tassels, high-heels and their skin was covered with body glitter and a light sheen of sweat. Amy would letter find out their names were Cherry Pepper and Lulu) writhed around the pole and fondled each other as men threw dollar bills on the stage, Amy was writing a first draft email...
It was 6th period lunch on Thursday at East High School. Amy was sitting at the popular Freshman Table with all her friends, and was about to be surprised by Nick, a popular senior. Nick motioned over to Amy for her to come over to him. Amy looked at her friends and shared a few giggles and then got up and walked over to him. Nick watched as she walked over to him and thought she looked really hot in her Freshman Cheerleader’s Uniform. When Amy got over to him he asked, “Can we talk...
So it was that Amy and Vivian began what they thought would be the adventure of their lives. Amy was tall at 5’7, slender yet somehow impressively curved, her blonde hair cut just above her shapely shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled like the open ocean when she saw something she lusted after - which was often. Her soft-spoken manner and shyness only lasted until she got to know you, and then she became the demanding, typically spoiled rich girl. Her friend Vivian was in some ways the polar...