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Leaving the meeting with Mr. Reed, Beverly was mortified. First was the way she had acted: she had talked to James like she was some kind of slut. Reflecting on what she had said, she blushed furiously. Then when he abruptly stopped the discussion at the end and sent her off to do the research, Beverly felt rejected, that she wasn't appealing to James.
This hurt her vanity even though she knew she was being foolish. She had become more attracted to him, really a schoolgirl crush, with each class she took. He treated her with respect and encouragement; he gave her faith in herself, that she could overcome her background and become someone. Now she had blown it.
"I just wish I knew how to act around men!"
Telling herself "I feel like I'm wasting my time, I had my chance, and darn it..." she went to the school to pull the data together for her meeting with Mark Braxton. The cost information was easy to get from the school's web sites. She also did a comparison of their history programs hoping this might impress James.
In looking over the results of her research, it became clear to her that her goals were too fuzzy - getting out of Baldwin and having pride in her accomplishments should be byproducts of what she wanted to do. She realized that she really loved history; the stories of people and places fascinated her. She felt compelled by the thought of giving to others what she had received from James.
As she started to put down these thoughts into the goals James had asked her for, she drifted off thinking about how hard her life had been.
Her dad had worked for a small logging company that went to pockets of hardwood left over from the huge forests decimated in the 1800's. Occasionally he would have to travel further north to harvest white pines.He was out of work a lot, and when he did work he was away for several weeks at a time. She remembered her mom as being slight and very pretty. As she grew older she realized her mom was drinking all the time and when she was about ten her mom started bringing men home. This terrified Beverly and she locked herself in her room whenever her dad wasn't home.
One morning her dad came home unexpectedly. He found his wife passed out on the floor with a man asleep in his bed. He exploded in anger and started savagely beating on the stranger. Beverly heard her dad shouting and left her room... when she saw her dad beating on the man she started screaming. Her dad turned in horror and grabbed his daughter and led her back to her room. When he returned the man was gone.
He called the police and his wife was arrested for child endangerment. She was given 90 days in jail and given a court order not to see her husband or child. Beverly never saw her again. The man was a transient her mom had picked up - she never even knew his name. Being a relatively small town there was a lot of talk about it for several years. From that time on Beverly was somewhat afraid of men and their passions.
Her dad got a low paying job at a local lumberyard to be home more for his Bev. She turned very shy, and when she started high school she tried to stay away from boys. The two times she dated, the boys became fresh as soon as they had her alone. Both times she jumped out of their car and ran home.
She never dated after that. Part of the reason was her clothes. They didn't have much money and she had to make most of her dresses. They were nice, but plain compared to what the others girls wore. She did keep herself neat and clean at all times. The one man who was kind to her was her history teacher, Mr. Reed. He was the only man that seemed to respect her.
As she sent in her scholarship papers, she realized that she would have to have a job. The only place that seemed to have jobs available was Sam Bly's bar, The Swan. When she met with Sam he showed her around, had her watch some the girls dancing, and how they dressed (more accurately, undressed!).
Back in his office he asked her "are you interested in dancing for me?
Since this was the only job available, she hesitantly said "yes".
Sam told her "Take off your blouse so I can evaluate your 'charms'".
Knowing that he went into the women's dressing room all the time and would see her anyway, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse with hands shaking.
Filled with sudden lust Sam asked "how badly do you need this job?"
She replied "I don't have any other choices!"
He replied "good! Then there is just one more step in the interview and the job is yours!"
She started putting her blouse back on with relief, when Sam said "wait! Go ahead and take off the rest of your clothes and the job is yours".
Beverly turned white and ran from the room with Sam laughingly shouting after her "come back when you are ready, bitch!"
This took her to her interview with Mr. Reed. She resolved that she would do whatever she had to do to get him to help her find a job. She was scared, but rationalized that at least he was attractive, he had always been nice to her, and that she "kinda" liked him. As much as it terrified her, by this time she felt she had no choice. Though he was nicer than other men she had known, he was a man and she knew what all men expected: what she had to give to Mr. Reed.
She shook her head and realized she had been sitting there for an hour. She focused and shortly finished her task.
Later that night she called Braxton to meet with him for lunch the next day. A little after that, James called and told her about Western Michigan and the trip to meet with the professor and his family. He told her about their history program, and some about the professor and his family.
Beverly was overwhelmed... and worried. What was this going to cost her? Remembering James' reaction earlier, she hesitantly asked "James, what do you expect from me, sex?"
He replied "Beverly" and was quiet for a moment. "Beverly, sex is something that should come from love. You don't love me and I don't love you. If this changes, we can talk about it, but for now I respect you and want that respect back. I only ask two things: you really commit to your studies and that at the end of each semester you and I will meet for lunch to review your progress and discuss your on-going goals."
"Mark called and said that you have lunch set up - he will give you all the information and funds you need. Work with him through the year letting him know if there is anything you need. Okay?"
"Okay... thank you, James" she almost whispered as she placed the phone down.
The next day she met Mark Braxton and he immediately made her nervous. He was very handsome and impeccably dressed. He didn't do anything outright, just a lot of touches, sitting/standing close, accidental touches. Beverly blushed each time and moved away a little. It seemed like Mark was always right up against her, slightly brushing up against her legs or her breasts. She thought about what James had said: "call me if he gives you any problems..." but was scared to make an issue out of it.
Mark for his part was enchanted with her and started thinking how he could get her in his bed. To hell with James and his dammed orders. Who he slept with was none of James' business.
The lunch was at a very nice French restaurant and Mark covered all that she needed to know. He gave her $500 for clothes and another $500 for expenses: bus, dinners out on her visit to Kalamazoo, etc. Beverly thought it was too much but Mark insisted he was just following his orders. Mark gave her general info on the plan: for her to talk to Al about the intern program letting her know she had to minor in a foreign language, and giving her a credit card with a $5,000 limit in a credit line to use as a reserve fund. She was to mail the credit card receipts to Mark for filing.
Beverly did make the trip and it went wonderfully. The professor and his wife treated her very nice and his daughters (two living at home and two married, but living close by) took her out shopping for clothes and to several informal get-togethers, including a pool party.
She had to buy a swimsuit and of course chose a conservative one piece. It didn't make any difference, the boys still flocked around and she was constantly blushing. Sara walked her through filling out paper work and was able to get her enrolled for an intensive summer French program.
She moved to Kalamazoo a week later. Bev (everyone in Al's family immediately started calling her that) had difficulty with the French but Sara with her fluent French helped her considerably. She went home for a couple weeks to visit with her dad and then returned to WMU and started her new life.
Beverly became good friends with Al's girls, they sort of adopted her. She did some dating, always with a group. Once, the boy she was with caught her in the hallway at a restaurant and gave her a kiss. She was startled at first, then pushed the boy away and ran back into the ladies room.
That night as she drifted off to sleep she wondered what it would be like to kiss James. She felt her face grow hot and felt all tingly so she pulled the pillow over her face and went to sleep.
The summer French class was very intensive for her, but it helped her realize how different college was than high school and really applied herself. Her first year she started somewhat slowly but gradually worked up to an A- GPA.
She had several electives and took a class on History of Renaissance Art and several music appreciation classes. These electives really opened her eyes, helped her grow more confident in herself, and she became more aware of the complex, yet rewarding possibilities life has to offer.
Mark And ErikaMark walked away from the phone thinking, "what an asshole James is! Just because he has so damned much money... that shouldn't keep me from having a little fun, as long as the girl was willing."
Mark started thinking about his last talk with Erika Johannson. She worked for a local law firm and he had been seriously banging her for a year now. He had told her several times about his client James Reed, about his money and how he wasn't using it to have fun, just wasting it! God forbid! At their last meeting he had told her about James' plan for Beverly.
Erika had said "god, I'd like to get some of that money! I didn't realize how much hard work it is to be a lawyer - the hours are killing me."
They talked it over and started coming up with a plan.
Mark was tired of working with other people's money. He was 35 and a confirmed bachelor. He was skimming pretty well from some of the investments (and certainly padding expenses like crazy!), but nothing to give him the lifestyle he knew he deserved. He liked fast cars and women, lots of women. Thinking about it he realized he was probably lucky to have escaped jail; some of the episodes in college were pretty close to rape.
"Yeah," he thought, "I will get James Reed and then get as much of his money as I can." He would have to carefully orchestrate a fool proof plan with Erika.
Over several months they talked it over, gradually refining a plan. Mark would set it up for James to meet Erika and she would use her "feminine wiles" to snare James. Meanwhile Mark would find a way to "take care" of James.
One of Mark's concerns was making sure she stuck to the plan. He wrote out a script and after one of their intense bedroom romps, handed it to her.
"Erika, let's make sure we have the plan worked out. Here's a script for you, and one for me. I'll read mine first and then you read yours, okay?"
With her nod, Mark went through his part of it. After discussing it and answering a few questions, he waved for her to read her part.
She picked up the script and started reading "After I meet James, I will make sure we dance quite a bit. I'll make sure to move in close to him so he can feel my breasts pushing against him. I will try to get him out on the balcony at the clubhouse, holding his arm tight and make sure he kisses me."
"I'll ask him to take me home and I will find a way to seduce him. I'll give him such great sex he won't know whether he is coming or going. I'll have him in such a fog he will want to marry me as quickly as possible."
"After we get married I will act the loving, faithful wife until the car accident happens. Then it's money, money, money!"
Mark said "Great!" and they kicked it around for a while, refining the plan, figuring how to get the most money out of it.
Unbeknownst to Erika, Mark had taped the session and was going to edit it to have insurance that she didn't do something stupid, like actually falling in love with James.
Mark continued to meet with Beverly periodically, even though a phone call would work. He didn't know why, but it seemed the most important thing in the world for him to seduce this girl. It wasn't that she was that pretty or had the body that Erika had, it was just that she was unattainable and definitely not interested. Mark did love a challenge!
Each time he met with her he made sure to touch her as much as he could; mostly seemingly innocent, but sometimes brushing her breast or what he thought was her one great asset, a lovingly rounded, firm ass.
Mark spent a great deal of time thinking of having all the money he could spend. He remembered his first job, after his second year of college. The only job he could find was as a meter reader for a gas company in Battle Creek. After being chased by more dogs that he could count all summer, he swore he would get rich and never work that hard again.
Even though Mark was making large sums, mostly from managing James' investments, he wanted more. He never submitted expenses without padding them. He worked out kickbacks on investments. Hell, the reason he wanted James to build a new house was because of "good friends" that would give him a "finder's fee" for the design and construction work.
JamesAt the next monthly meeting with Braxton, James asked how it went with Beverly. Mark told him everything was set up and she had already moved. James was impressed that Beverly was taking the summer intensive French course - it wasn't a requirement, but would give her a good head start learning French. He knew that she had taken four years of Spanish in high school.
Beverly had first caught his eye in the junior year American History class. James liked to try to get the kids to actually think; sometimes a real challenge. One of the approaches he used was to posit alternative histories and ask the students to write a paper on how a changed event might cause a change in future history.
The event for the paper Beverly wrote was the sailing of the Mayflower. James would set the context: how the settlers from the Mayflower put in place ways of government that set the stage for the later forming of American government.
He then talked about, and got the kids to brainstorm some circumstances that might have caused the Mayflower not to sail, or worse, not to arrive safely. The assignment was to speculate on how having no Mayflower and no pilgrims would have played out in the forming of the new country.
Beverly's paper was easily the most imaginative, not the best written, but a paper that showed the ability to think and reason. The paper really showed her innate, strong curiosity, and her hunger for learning. From that time forward, James paid more attention to her, meeting one on one to keep probing her mind.
The whole episode with Beverly coming to him for help, and the talks he had with his old prof, Al, got James to rethinking his life. He enjoyed teaching, but was there more he could do? He thought about it for a few weeks and then called Al and asked if he could come down for dinner. That weekend he made the trip. He met with Al early in the day for a couple of hours and then took him to lunch.
They kicked possibilities around and Al asked a number of probing questions. Over coffee, James said "let me see if I can tie all this together. I think it's clear I'm going to give up the teaching. I really enjoy it but I think it's time to move on."
"I'll focus on two things. The first is enabling more history teachers and making them more effective. The second is to try to make an impact on the quality of teaching materials available. "
"The first I can do by continuing what I have started, but adding several other Michigan Universities. I can set up some sabbatical programs, so more research and publishing can be done. And I can set up programs to encourage more History classes in the high schools and make it more interesting. One thought I had would be to have grad students go to the high schools and share some of what they are working on - it would be fun both for them and the high school students."
"All this I see focusing primarily on the Western Michigan area. I don't want to take on the world; I just want to make a difference where I can. The second idea would focus on the publishing part."
James continued, "Through a friend I know of a small publishing company in Detroit that mostly does history textbooks and specialty history publishing and it is for sale. I want to buy this company and have my friend run it.
Lately, I haven't been satisfied with either my investment company or the efforts of my account manager. A few months ago I started looking around for investment opportunities that I can do on my own. I've gradually been finding situations where I personally know the key players in the company. I also look for these situations in an industry that I think would be fun for me. I've found several, including one in a security company that looks like a winner.
"How does this sound, Al?"
"It sounds great! I would suggest you go ahead with the publishing company. Also start a foundation to coordinate donations, scholarships, etc. You should run this yourself. I would be happy to recommend some names for an oversight panel to provide general direction and make recommendations. This board would include teachers from all levels, students, and a couple of key legislators."
"Great, Al, let's do it!"
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After school Monday they had the usual faculty meeting, and he was very surprised to hear that big Jim O'Reilly, an institution at the school and a major blowhard, a war lover among other traits, was leaving to take a job at the community college. "Mr. Thompson will take over the varsity, at least for now, and if anybody wants his JV, let me know, otherwise I guess he'll do both for a while." The principal produced a smile, his supercilious one. That was news, more money, something like...
Headed to Portland I guess! When you work for yourself as an independent you have to find your own loads. This requires the use of several ‘load boards’ and a lot of patience. It was real early in the morning so I started the computer and grabbed my coffee cup and headed into the truck stop. Being a dirty minded trucker I always check the scenery out as I enter a truck stop. However today I didn’t have to look very far as a pretty lady was standing inside the door to keep warm. I figured she...
AnalThe Spring, When the weather is as happy every spring, I find it a pleasure to walk through the city. The first warm sunshine make sure that the people nice light, summer clothing collection. Of course I pay attention in particular to all the female beauty what so walking around. I like to dress to look thin, and especially the translucent kind. It seems in recent years that the clothing is always a bit thinner. The entry of the string is perfectly natural: the thin, light summer material often...
I was driving in New Hampshire for work one day around ten years ago, a simple summer day trip but that meant about five hours of driving. After work was done for the day around 2pm I started my drive home and was in not hurry taking back roads thru mostly small towns and woods. I stopped for some caffeine and I bought a soda. I sat in the car going thru my emails and making a business call when I noticed a guy in a Snapple truck unloading crates. I had parked along a curb and I could see him...
“Bill, that was a spectacular fuck! Yes, you certainly do have talent for your chosen profession. You are going to make a lot of women happy and a lot of women unhappy as you fuck woman after woman. That may well have been the best fuck I ever had. Your father would have been very proud of you.” “Thank you, Mom, but I have a couple of questions. The first one is what do you mean that I am going to make a lot of women unhappy. Is that because I lack something in my technique?” “Oh, no. What...
After the four men left, Mark was too stupefied to move, and just laid on the grass while thinking about how incredible the last twenty-four hours had been.Just the morning before, he'd been a virgin. Now, he'd had two cocks rammed up his ass, had sucked two cocks, given a hand-job to another man, and received several blow jobs. And as if this wasn't surreal enough, much of this had been immortalized on video.Mark was terrified by this latter detail. Would the older man use it to blackmail...
A Ballet Tale Belladonna Marie Taglioni paced around her kitchen as she assessed her situation. Marie was the ballet mistress in chief at her hometown city's ballet company. She had only been hired a year earlier and was in precarious situation because of her judgment. The company was on tour across the country for a few months before its new season was to begin at home. The company was not as large as the more prestigious ones in the big cities, but it was a feather in the cap...
Starting with Castration By Jillian It's never easy to know one's future, even in spite of all the plans a person might make. I am one of those people who has had their life's path altered by unforeseen circumstances and who is still struggling to deal with the changes. It all began about two years ago when I was in an accident at work. I was, at the time, employed by a large manufacturing company as a forklift operator moving both raw materials and finished product around...
Summer Secrets By Varian Milagro http://varianm.blogspot.com/ Chapter 32 When I woke up in the morning Jill was home. I joined her for breakfast. "I'm sorry about Mark," I told her over cold cereal. "Let's talk about something else," she replied tersely. "Brenda said that we might be able to practice today." "It doesn't look good." She stared at her cereal. "Cindy is being a bitch and without her garage we don't have anywhere to practice." "Watch the language, Jill,"...
Honkkkk! blared the car horn. Mike Merrill jumped back, his mind on other things completely unaware of stepping in front of the red minivan. Looking up at the young woman, her three kids strapped tightly in their car seats, he smiled weakly as she glared at him shaking her head. Continuing his walk towards the mall entrance, he passed a red Salvation Army kettle. Putting a few bucks in, Mike strode into the holiday madness known as the Christmas season. Walking over to the Circle Centre Mall...
Hi I am Mallika, 24 years old married woman from hyderabad. I got married 2 years back with Mohan who is working as medical rep and he travels throughout AP. He looks good, very fair, and thin, with 5’9” height. I am very much interested in sex. However, as my husband will be out of station for 3 weeks in a month. I am not satisfied with in my sex life. My husband is very good in sex, but he could not spare me more time be’coz of his job. I look very sexy with big round boobs, thunder thighs...
Note to reader: this is more of a story with sex in it than sex with some story in it. CHAPTER 1—Basement Antics ‘Mom I’m headed over to Nicole’s house,’ I shouted up the stairs. ‘Alright, see ya.’ ‘We might be by to swim later if that’s ok.’ ‘Ok. Make sure you are safe with just two of you here. I don’t want somebody to hit their head and go underwater. I’m going to leave to pick up your dad and head to the airport in a couple hours, so we’ll see you in a few days.’ ‘Alright. Bye!’ I...
Tackling the age old question… are two heads better than one? I remember some years back, I was about 25-26 tears old and working my ass off building homes. The constant back pain was always on my mind and consequently a part of several conversations I had trying to find relief. I tried massage, heating pads and enough liniments to stock a pharmacy shelf, with little success. Then one day my buddy Ian invited me and my girlfriend over for an evening of dinner and drinks, which sounded great. I...
At first, Daphne wanted to buy a realistic dildo for one of her co-workers' bachelorette party. You know, like a mock present. But, the more Daphne checked the dildo, the more she wanted to buy it for herself. It was made out of a soft plastic, and it was molded in such a realistic way that it had veins and a set of hanging balls. Overall, it measured about 8'' from side to side, and it was wide enough for tightly fitting in any kind of pussy. Daphne was baffled. She never imagined that such...
FantasyIt was one of those spring days when you just want to pack up a picnic basket, find a quiet spot, open a bottle of wine, settle down with a good book and enjoy the sun. Your body soaks up the glow and warmth of the sun. You move and change position, your hair falls in front of your eyes and you lift your hand to brush it aside. I watch you, knowing you’re unable to see me standing nearby. I want to reach out and brush the hair from your eyes and run my hand down your cheek. I cannot!
Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-99”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I am not fat. Far from it....
I have seen plenty of fictional stories on here and this one is off the top of my head. please en joy. I decided to hit the usual spot for where i pick up guys. The gym. As soon as i walked in i saw my prey. He was a new member and he was just my type. He was tall, he wore a light green polo shirt, he had great biceps and a healthy big belly, he had shorts that showed off great thighs. He had salt and pepper hair. his goatee accentuated those perfect lips. He had the look of a virgin who...
Sadie loved being painted. She had the body the artists loved. Today she was with Sam and she was standing naked as he looked over her nude form. She had big firm tits and a nice round ass and a flat stomach. He also was naked except fr the brief speedo he wore which hugged his nice thick cock. He decided to do a jungle theme on her body. After he was done he would take pictures and send them in to a company for further jobs. He needed to cover her whole body with a basic flavored cream...
But there was still another outing with Karl coming. She knew that and the knowledge alternatingly bothered her and got her sexually excited. The time for Karl came quickly. Kristen was nervous that day; she nothing going on, she had just to wait for Karl. She was at the sink, when she heard someone come in the door. Kristen tensed and waited for his approach, and then she felt his hands on her ass. She wiggled her ass for him. He spoke then: “Nice ass, bitch,” “Thank you, Karl,” she...
It’s Friday, I always look forward to Fridays, well not so much Fridays but Friday nights. Friday nights are camera night. Janet normally poses for me in different dresses and sometimes, if I’m lucky she may show some leg above her knee. Once I caught a glimpse of stocking top but I wasn’t quick enough to catch it on camera. On several occasions I have captured the view down on her cleavage when she has bent over but this is the closest I have ever come to taking a picture of her body apart...
I was a thirty year old man that had ED which was cured not by taking little blue pill, or, visiting doctors, but rather watching my wife being screwed by a foreign exchange students. I was thirty and having male issues, to be blunt, I could not obtain an erection. I went to my doctor and he gave me the blue pills. They did not work so he suggested that I go to a urologist.. The urologist ran all kinds of test and they came back negative. He said that sometimes it is a psychological issue....
Motel Pool by SpectreOfHell Part 1 of 3 John slipped into the cool water of the motel pool with a sigh of relief. It had been a long, hot day, and he was glad to be done with it. Tomorrow he would be on the road again, making the long drive back home where he could report to his wife that their business would survive another year. The sales he had made at this year’s convention exceeded expectations. Hell, he might even be able to afford that divorce now. He dove under the water, relishing...
Jack found the small advertisement in the localnewspaper. "Sperm donors needed. To apply please come to…"with the number and street of a local address. Intrigued, Jack decided to godown and check it out since the next day was his day off. The address brought him to a nondescript office in anindustrial park with nothing special to distinguish it from any other. He wentinside and introduced himself to the receptionist sitting just inside the door.He was directed to wait and someone would be...
NovelsChapter 1.Rachel Darian tapped upon the highly polished walnut surface of a long dining table with fretful nervous energy. Along with all the other students gathered in a loose knot around her they waited anxiously upon the imminent arrival of Frau Doktor Ilse Webber, in company with Steve Dunmore’s hastily obtained replacement.“What happens to us if the new boy doesn’t get up to speed by the end of the week Rachel?” An obviously nervous Ari Sonderberg wondered.The clipped aristocratic sang...
I dislike riding the train. But this time I could save some time, which translated into spending more time with my wife Cora. I was certain she had arrived 30 minutes early. I spotted her at once. We had not seen each other for three days, which for us was an eternity. Half of our friends called us the honeymooners, the other half referred to us as The Rabbits. I think they were envious of our relationship. We were still as much in love as when we had met eighteen years ago. Cora then was...