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Forbidden Exchange
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REVEL-ATIONS: Forbidden Exchange
Client: # 376
Name: Jamie Hollis (F)
Age: 35
I suppose it all started shortly after Maria arrived for her
two month stay. She was Julie's exchange...from Italy. Julie had
already spent two months in Rome,writing us lengthy letters which
had already given me the impression that Maria was "old" for her
age. The pictures she had sent did not do justice to the beauty
Julie continually mentioned not only about Rome but of Maria. It
was only when the fifteen year old arrived in March that Hal and
I got a better idea of just how "mature" she was. She was no
taller than our Julie...about 5'2"...but she was curvaceous and
sensual...provocative and dimpled...dark-haired and flirtatious.
At first,I was somewhat afraid that she might actually
seduce Hal,but by the second week it had become clear her
interest was not so...heterosexual.
The first incident happened one day when she came back from
a football game early without Julie and I was busy making dinner
alone in the house. She was sick,she told me and asked me to feel
her forehead for heat.
I did and found her a bit warm. Her response was to remove
her blouse revealing only her buxom chest and flat belly. I had
never in my life imagined anyone like this and certainly had
never imagined myself being "attracted" to another female....but
there was something mysteriously "electric" about her...in a
frightening way.
Even then I was terrified of how the incident had made me
feel,terrified too of the vision of her I could not seem to
remove from my memory.
The second,more disturbing incident happened two days
after...the day I always did laundry. I had already gathered her
things from her and had made some detours from my schedule to
clean up a spill of a broken potter out on the patio. Finally
getting around to the basement for laundry duty I was coming
softly down the stairs when I heard hectic breathing. I peered
around the corner at the landing only to find Maria laying on the
couch masturbating wildly. At first I was so awestruck I thought
I was going to faint...but for some reason or another I found
myself simply fixated...watching her...her thighs moving against
her hand as her index finger rubbed at her clitoral area.
"What am I doing" I was thinking and moved back up a few
steps,hovering and listening. She'd still not seen me yet I knew.
I was remembering what I had just seen...shivering from head to
toe.
Suddenly it was as if I had just snapped out of a nightmare
and I rushed up the stairs first thinking I would immediately
call Hal at work and confront him with getting rid of her but
then reconsidering,resolving to discuss it after he got home and
we could be alone.
PART II of REVELATIONS5
When I told him,he laughed,almost in disbelief.
"Are you serious?"
He could tell from my upset that I was dead serious.
Unfortunately the longer he talked the more sense he made...we
could not very well just force her back on a plane especially
since we would have to conjure a reason for Julie and that was
not so simple a task.
"Italian girls I hear are like that," Hal insisted."It's
just teenaged lust."
I griped at great length more about it discouraged by the
knowledge we would simply have to bear with our peculiar guest.
Three days more passed without incident. But the tension had
heightened...I think more from my fear than anything else. I
started to worry about her impression on Julie and that perhaps
she might even...well the thought worsened the entire matter.
On the fourth day, Maria made her "desires" plain to me. I
had fallen asleep on the couch as I had a habit of doing on
saturday nights and awoke only vaguely to the touch of a hand on
my neck. It was so much like Hal's touch at the time that I had
forgotten where I was and thought in my daze myself to be in bed
with him. The hand slid down my chest and massaged my right
breast. Still with my eyes closed I found myself aroused and
slightly moaned. His mouth cupped it through my nightgown and his
hot breath and wet lips brought my eyelids open.
I yelped. Jumped. To my feet....away from Maria who had
stumbled away from me towards the television in the dark room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? What are you?"
I was angry and ashamed...shocked and disgusted....trying to
hide it all with a straight face and folded arms across my chest.
But what could I do! I had been aroused by the whole thing
and the thought of confessing any of it to either hal or my
daughter was unthinkable. I wanted to slap her...to scream at
her...but I found myself helplessly frantic...
"Get out of here...go to bed."
That was what I said...and nothing more...only sitting there
for an hour more in the dark,ruminating worriedly over what had
occurred.
Yes...I admit...even though I was angry and terrified...I
could not deny that something about it all had been...perversely
exciting.
It was such a horrible dilemma and I felt like I had no way
out!!
That week I spent most of my time thinking about it.
Thinking about how to get rid of her...of how to avoid her...of
how to diffuse the tension.But the more I thought about it the
more often I found myself becoming mysteriously aroused by the
incident and ashamed of my arousal. No matter how I tried to lay
out the logic and deny my natural ideas about sex...I kept
thinking about it...the bad...and the...
I have no idea why I fell asleep on the couch that next week
in similar fashion.I suppose that some part of me wanted the
incident to repeat itself...more than maybe...I did...not typical
of me or my history. But there it was...nervous...inhibited...but
there it was.
I did fall asleep.
Later than usual.
And when I first felt the hand...I thought I was simply
dreaming a repeat of the previous week. But soon...the hand slid
down the length of my body and stroked my thigh,raising my
nightgown so that it could cover by belly with its fingers and
then slip one tip between my moistening lips.
I was wake by this point...shaking.
And I knew it was her. Maria.
I could feel her young fingers as they probed deeply into me
and then rubbed gently at my clitoris.
But I dared not open my eyes...I knew if I did I would
destroy the veil of darkness and dream...I would see what I was
doing and then I would stop...disgusted...ashamed...terrified.
Something pressed against my lips and I knew it was her
breast. I opened and allowed her in,the skin so supple and
smooth,firm and forbidden. I mouthed at it lovingly,trying not to
think of what precisely I was doing but unable to shake the
image,terrified suddenly now of being discovered in this obvious
place.
But somehow my hand found her wrist and pushed her fingers
deeper into me as I moaned softly and she echoed tem with her
own.
Her breast left my lips and her hand left my
thighs...allowing me to breath and wonder what next I would
dream.
She moved me and I followed like some sleepwalking disciple.
So that I was sitting and my feet were on the coffee table.
It was then that I decided that I could no longer simply
dream this and had to wake.
My eyes pried open and there she was dark and kneeling
between my thighs. She smiled at me. Young but...
Her mouth widened and tongue bore into me...both the sight
of this and feel of this making my back arch and my throat gasp.
PART III of REVELATIONS5
I might have been able to stop then if my orgasm had not
begun. But my hips started tightening and I was nearing climax
and the vision of her feasting so eagerly,the feel of her willing
lips and tongue exploring me,made this impossible.
I took three consecutive breaths of air and tried hard not
to cry out. I grabbed the couch cushions and squeezed tight
enough to strangle a man,bearing down against a wave a pleasure
unlike anything I had ever imagined,all the while watching Maria
as she excitedly mouthed my crotch.
The heights of it made me dizzy but as it waned...the
reality of what was occurring --of what had occurred -- started
to settle.
Summary: By Dr J Kofield
Mrs. Hollis' seduction was not altogether rare. A number of
adolescent females are sexually eager if not sexually advanced
and find the "generic" aspects of sexuality not sufficiently
arousing. Thus they seek out "unusual" or "unorthodox" sexual
experiences with those they find attractive. It would not be
utterly surprising to discover that Maria was a virgin in every
sense of the word and derived the excess of her sexual prowess
from pornographic or instructional materials. Too,it was plain
that Mrs Hollis was somewhat stricken with boredom herself and
perhaps harboured some latent homosexual fantasies.
The results of that evenings events were three fold in that
mrs Hollis first found it difficult to interact with her family
for fear --irrational of course -- that they would somehow
"sense" what had occurred; secondly that it would repeat itself
if left alone with Maria; and thirdly that her libido became
somewhat dormant for several weeks until after Maria had left and
she had had some counselling.
Mrs Hollis now lives happily with her husband and daughter
and requires no additional aid.
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