| Straight: Serial Stories: Culture Shock Ch. 17 (1/13) |
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Elaine was trying to concentrate on finishing her breakfast but it wasn’t easy. It was Monday, she was ready for work with a half hour to spare, and was busy eating her toasted muesli while Kendra and Chelsea chatted about the guys they met the night before. Elaine wasn’t really listening. Thoughts were running through her mind. Thoughts of seeing Gary and of what he might do to her, or make her do. They were the same thoughts that had occurred to her when she’d woken up before her alarm that morning. Remembering what she’d almost done in those few minutes had only made her hotter. A sleepy mischievous smile had played at the corners of her mouth when she’d woken and seen her clock. After short-circuiting the alarm, her left hand had insinuated its way between her legs and touched her steaming pussy. Realising how wet she was, she’d slid two fingers into herself before she’d known what was happening. Her other hand had brushed over her nipple. Finding it rigid with excitement, she’d suddenly wanted her nipple clamps. Sitting up had snapped her out of it. Checking the clock again, she’d sighed. Shaking her head, she’d made for the shower. She had to get ready for work. In equal parts, fear and excitement were rippling over her skin. One moment she was smiling to herself, tingles of anticipation prickling her scalp and lubricating her aching pussy. The next moment she was staring into space, unconsciously biting her lip as bracing images danced darkly through her mind. Elaine munched away, while Chelsea was standing at the kitchen bench making coffees for the three girls. Chelsea had an interview for a waitress job and was dressed up, something unusual for eight in the morning. As she was pouring she glanced at Elaine and asked, “So? Did you speak to him?” “Yes,” Elaine replied, trying not to sound too excited. “I’m going to spend the weekend with him.” “Woohooo!” said Kendra. “You’re what?” Chelsea had frozen like a statue, mid sugar spooning. Elaine looked up from her cereal having just taken a mouthful. She gulped it down and almost choked. “What? What’s wrong?” Kendra looked like she was wondering the same thing. Chelsea’s mouth was open in shock and her head was cocked to one side. For a split second Elaine thought she looked like a younger, blonder version of her mother. Chelsea shook her head and went back to what she was doing. Then she sighed and said, “You met this guy on the net. You saw him once in a coffee shop. And now you’re spending the weekend miles from anywhere on his tin pot horse ranch. I hope you know what you’re doing.” Elaine rolled her eyes. Now Chelsea even sounded like her mother. So she told her. “You sound like my mother. I’ll be fine.” “What’s his name?” Chelsea asked obliviously, handing out their second cups of coffee for the morning and joining the table. Elaine hesitated for just a second, but thought it couldn’t hurt. “’Gary Duke’. From Allen Falls. I’ll be getting his address and phone number and confirming they’re legitimate. Don’t worry.” Chelsea said, “I have a friend in gym class that comes from Allen Falls. I’ll ask if she’s heard of him.” Elaine was starting to feel defensive. “He’s only been there a year or so.” “Abby’s parents own the general store. I’m sure they’d have met him.” Elaine thought about it. “Okay. |
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