Alone at Last... 15 Blush Worthy Stories -- They Never Thought It Would Go So Far... Short Story Off Limits Romance Collection

by Gina Mint

  "Two," he whispered. "Get them all out, little girl. I want all of those thoughts out of your head."

  Again and again her pleasure peaked and her body tightened in response. Emily's fingers dug into the sheets as her body wracked itself with pleasure, and for each time she tightened, Henry counted out loud.

  "Seven," he rumbled, and as he did, Emily felt a different kind of pulse. It took a long moment for her to realize that it was not her body that made it, but his. Henry's cock was spilling its thick, warm cum into her womb and breeding her like the little whore she was.

  "Oh my god," Emily gasped. The words were so quiet they might as well not have been uttered at all. "You're cumming, you're..."

  "Punishment," he said at last. "Bad girls like you have to risk the possibility that their actions will have consequences that last forever. Everyone might get to find out just how dirty you really are when your womb swells up with the load I just gave you. Everyone will see that you've given in to sin. That you let a man have you and you didn't care enough to protect your own body against his seed."

  Each word struck with latent potency, and Emily's lips rounded in a silent cry. A fresh surge of pleasure consumed her, and a wave stronger than the others squeezed itself around Henry's thick shaft.

  "Eight." He was breathless. "That's my good girl. Everything's out now. Now the healing can begin."

  As his erection flagged, Henry drew free of her with a slow, deliberate movement. One moment she was filled completed for the first time in her life, and the next she was alone and empty. Emily exhaled steadily, coming down from the high. The loneliness was terrible, but knowing why it was she felt so empty was invigorating like nothing else.

  "And how do I go about healing," she murmured, tossing the idea out casually, "if I still harbor those thoughts inside of me, even after what you've done?"

  Henry settled down on the mattress beside her and ran a hand along her side. The touch had lost some of its magic, but faint arousal twisted inside of her, promising that before long, she'd be hungry for more.

  "If we didn't get the idea by its roots," he said, "then we'll have to keep digging and pulling them free until nothing is left. There's no other solution."

  The words were exactly those she'd been eager to hear. Emily grinned into the darkness, shifting on the bed to cuddle up against the much older man beside her. It was her turn to run her hand down him, tracing from his chest down to his stomach until her fingertips left him just before the groin. There was no way a touch like that was innocent.

  "I see."

  The room, once cool, was now hot with both of their bodies. The scent of their sex hung on the air, and she knew it would cling to her sheets and in her pillows for days to come.

  "I guess you're going to have to stay here a while longer, then," Emily said after a short, reflective pause. "These thoughts have been building and festering for a long time, and one little extraction is never going to be enough to get rid of them for good."

  Henry scoffed, the sound muted for the sake of their privacy.

  "You really are a bad little girl, aren't you?" he asked. "Perhaps, even after I've worked this sin out of you, I'll have to come back from time to time to make sure that it stays gone. I don't feel like you can be trusted."

  Emily's grin grew, and she draped her arm over his side as she drew herself closer. Only moments ago they'd parted, but the slickness between her legs and the new heat growing low inside of her made her feel like she could go again. Henry's recovery would take a little more time, but as soon as he was ready...

  "I think we can arrange for that," she cooed. "My father is quite fond of you, you know. And even should he not be in the spirit to entertain a guest, I'm sure he would be thrilled if his little girl visited his best friend from time to time for some private tutelage."

  A loud snore from down the hall broke through their quiet conversation, and both of them paused to revel in it. They'd gotten away with it. They were golden.

  "Clever, dirty little girl," Henry praised her. "I'll have you as often as you want."

  And Emily knew she was going to want him very, very often.

  The End

  Story Fifteen

  Chapter One: Invitations

  “Hey Dansberry!” Matt Thompson yelled down the hall of his dormitory. Three doors down his best friend stuck his head out of his room.

  “What?”

  “Why don’t you come to my house for Thanksgiving? You never leave. At least you can get a couple of hot meals and wash your laundry. Not to mention there are some fine looking girls in my neighborhood.”

  “There are fine looking girls right here bro,” Chase said.

  “Yes, but the girls here know how guys like us are. The ones at home give us a chance.”

  “Alright,” Chase said. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do. “Meet me after my last exam and I’ll be ready to head out.”

  “Awesome. I’ll call and let my mom know that I’m bringing you home.”

  “Sweet.”

  Chase figured that was all settled and he was actually looking forward to it. He couldn’t deny that Matt had a point. He never left the school except for Christmas. Going to a Thanksgiving celebration might be nice. After three years of skipping it, it’d be nice to actually have a home to enjoy during the upcoming holiday.

  Checking his watch, Chase grabbed his pencils and notebook. It took him about fifteen minutes to walk to his last exam. Taking a deep breath, Chase stepped into the exam hall and found the table where he would sign in. Given that there were more than five hundred students in his particular history class, they were divided by last name. His table was two down from the door and the line to sign in was considerable. Hopefully they’d all make it through the door before their professor shut it. He couldn’t afford to stick around and retake the exam and missing Thanksgiving with Matt would suck royally.

  Finally Chase was able to sign in and made it to a seat in the auditorium before he heard the large doors shut. He sure hoped everyone made it. Having to stay here just to retake the test would have sucked. An hour later Chase walked out through the exit, feeling pretty confident. History wasn’t his favorite class, but considering he just had to memorize the facts, he figured he’d done alright. Now it was time to go pack his stuff for the week at Matt’s parent’s house. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He hadn’t had actual Thanksgiving dinner in years and just the thought of hot turkey and real mashed potatoes and gravy made his mouth water.

  “You ready to go?” Chase heard Matt ask as he came into the lobby of their dormitory.

  “Hell yes,” Chase smiled. “God I can’t wait until we walk man. I’m so read to be done with all this.”

  “I don’t know, it’s nice to have this freedom.”

  “Freedom?” Chase laughed. “Not when attendance is required. Half of my classes I could pass without ever seeing a professor. Do you know what I could do with the time I spend in class?”

  “Why don’t you just sign in and then leave?”

  “I do, when I can. Some of my profs are like Medusa though, dude. The last time I got called out in class for trying to leave I decided it’s easier to just sit through the bullshit than trying to get out of it.”

  “That sucks. I’ve got a Humanities professor who lets us sign in and tells us to leave if we want to. I love that class. Plus, it’s super easy to pass as long as you can read.”

  Chase said a few more words about the attendance policy of their college and some of the anal retentive professors they’d run into before he turned his attention to other things. “So tell me about your parents and where you grew up bro.”

  “My parents are divorced, have been since I was ten. It took about a year, but they eventually learned to work together and do a great job of it now. They’ll both be at my graduation. My dad remarried when I was fifteen and my step-mom is awesome. She’s not my mom of course, but that’s also why she’s so great. I can bull
shit with her in ways I can’t with my mom and vice versa.”

  “That’s cool,” Chase agreed, shaking his head.

  “My mom’s a doctor so growing up, especially after their divorce I got to spend a lot of time with my dad. They worked out a regular visitation schedule as well, but if my mom was on call or had to go into work for some reason, my dad was always there to take care of me.”

  “That’s great, man. Not a lot of people have parents who care to do that for them and actually execute it well.”

  “Yeah I know.”

  ***

  Ellie stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. After wrapping up her hair she walked into her room to look through her closet. After putting on her bra and panties, she dallied around about whether she wanted to wear something light and airy or something warm and cozy. Right now she felt good and comfortable. That didn’t mean though that in an hour or two she wouldn’t be freezing. In fact she could just as easily be sweating and overheated.

  Deciding to go with a pair of jeans and a cute shirt, Ellie grabbed a sweatshirt from the rack as well, just in case. She dressed quickly, brushed her hair and blow-dried it in the style she liked and then headed downstairs to greet her son.

  Needing to keep busy, Ellie brewed coffee and made something to eat so Matt would have food when he came home. Knowing her son, she’d need to feed him like a plow horse while he was here. The boy could pack away the food and much to her chagrin he never gained a pound. She wasn’t jealous, but it was a hard won battle.

  About an hour after she got done making biscuits, Ellie heard her son’s car pull up. She couldn’t wait to hug her boy. Despite constantly telling herself that he was now a senior in college, she couldn’t help seeing the tiny toddler he’d once been. Hurrying around to the driver’s side of the new two-door coupe, Ellie wrapped her son in a hug and giggled out her happiness.

  “I’m so glad you’re finally home!”

  “Hey, mom,” Matt said, stepping back. “Mom, this is my best friend Chase Dansberry. Chase, this is my mom, Ellie Thompson.”

  “It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Thompson,” Chase said. Ellie laughed and then walked around to Chase’s side of the car. She held out her hand and smiled.

  “The pleasure’s all mine. Come inside out of the wind.”

  “I’d thought it’d be colder by now,” Matt said as he and Chase brought their bags in.

  “Indian summer,” Ellie explained as she offered them coffee and food. “There’s plenty to eat so help yourselves. I’ll go throw some laundry in for you guys.” Ellie smiled at them before she took Matt’s bag and headed downstairs.

  Now that she had time and a chance to think, Ellie knew she was in trouble. Matt had never brought anyone home with him for break. Now, not only did he bring home a guy friend, he brought home a hot, guy friend. Chase Dansberry wasn’t just good-looking, he was insanely good-looking. With his soft, blond hair, striking blue eyes, dimples and good manners, Ellie just hoped she wouldn’t get a hot flash and suddenly have the urge to strip down to her panties in front of the poor kid. Not that she could do much about the dampness between her thighs.

  She might be in the middle of menopause, but sex was one thing that hadn’t been affected by the hormonal change in her body. If anything she wanted it more now than she had during her marriage. She always told herself that it was the man she was married to more than her own lack of interest that doomed their sex life, but she hadn’t been sure in the early days after their divorce. Several years later she’d discovered that she’d been right. She wasn’t a slut, but she wasn’t a prude either.

  Ellie threw Matt’s laundry in first, starting a massive dark load that would take time to wash, dry and fold. She knew he could do it and did, while he was in school. She simply couldn’t resist pampering him a little when he came home, which he did every break. Heading back upstairs, Ellie decided that pizza and beer was the order to take for dinner.

  “Hey, what do you guys think about pizza and beer? I’m starved personally.”

  “Sounds good to me mom. I’m going to go take a shower. When I get done Chase and I can go pick it up.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I can run out and pick it up. If I need company I’m sure Chase won’t mind riding along.”

  “Alright. I’ll see you when you get back.”

  “Sounds good. I’m out.”

  Chapter Two: Opportunities

  Chase knew a beautiful woman when he saw one and Ellie Thompson was smokin’ hot. He didn’t know a man alive who didn’t at least fantasize about being with an older woman, himself included. Not to mention that his best friend’s mom seemed a little on the flirty side herself. Chase grinned, wondering what Matt would think if he knew what was going through his head. He could already imagine how his jaw would feel if Matt’s fist managed to connect with it and the odds were highly in Matt’s favor.

  Still, Chase couldn’t resist a little flirting with the all too tempting Mrs. Ellie Thompson. “Would you mind if I called you Ellie, Ms. Thompson?”

  “Of course not, Chase. All of Matt’s friends either call me Ellie or mom.”

  “I’ll stick with Ellie if that’s alright.”

  “Sure is. So tell me how you and Matt met.”

  “We have most of the same classes together. I’m taking computer engineering as a double major. Matt’s got it as his major so our schedules coincide a lot.”

  “That’s wonderful. A double major huh? You must be smart on top of being handsome.”

  Chase knew a flirty woman and Ellie was definitely on her A-game. Her long, dark curls begged for the touch of his hands and that body, it should have been illegal for a woman her age. Not that he was complaining. “So Matt says you were young when you had him?”

  “I was. Just eighteen. My husband was in the military at the time and green with it. Just out of boot camp we found out we were pregnant. Matt was born and life moved on. How does pie sound for desert?”

  “Great. Is that blueberry?”

  “It’s Matt’s favorite.”

  “Blueberry is good, but it’s peanut butter pie that really tops the desert list.”

  “Peanut butter pie is your favorite? I’ll have to make you one while you’re here.”

  “I wouldn’t turn you down,” Chase winked. He could tell by the blush on her cheeks that Ellie had known the true meaning of his statement. She giggled and Chase wondered at the images she was imagining. He knew what went through his head that’s for sure. Chase looked around Matt’s childhood home while Ellie called in the pizza. She’d ordered a deluxe with everything and two pepperoni pizzas. He was pretty sure as well that Ellie had asked for pick-up on purpose. Not that he was going to deny her the pleasure of his company. No, Chase figured they both knew exactly what they were doing, although he’d take his time. He did have his best friend to consider after all.

  “I’ll let Matt know that we’re heading out to get the pizza and that his blueberry pie won’t be done for another half an hour. We should be back in plenty of time.”

  “Sounds good, Ellie,” Chase smiled. She grinned back at him, her cheeks going pink again. He watched her bound up the stairs, heard mumbled conversation, and saw her return. When she grabbed her jacket, Chase stepped over. “Let me help you put that on.”

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “You’re more than welcome,” Chase returned.

  ***

  Ellie felt a shiver run down her spine when Chase’s hands gently squeezed her shoulders. It’d been so long since she entertained the idea of being with someone. And she couldn’t ever recall being with someone as young as Chase. Still, the kid was gorgeous. She could imagine a night with him would be memorable.