Chapter 32: Wilma Simmons

“Tricia, you’re staying here. I insist. In my bed, I hope. Leaving that aside, Tricia, I understand that you don’t know me very well. Wilma Simmons doesn’t put up with assholes and bullies. Not now, not ever.”

“I was in college playing on the football, I mean, soccer team. After practice one day, I came out of the locker room late, about twenty minutes after my friends had all left the building. Three guys were waiting for me, intending to drag me back into the locker room for what they called a little fun, but I referred to it as rape.

“I fought them, of course, with everything I had. I kicked one in the crotch, and he was done (I found out later that I destroyed one of his testicles). But the other two were strong, and I was losing. It got to the point where I was on my back on the hard stone floor with one guy pinning my arms above my head while the other was between my legs trying to tear off my pants. And then, suddenly, he was off me.”

“Oh, my God! What happened?”

“My dear friend Charlotte had come back into the building looking for me. She saw me fighting and slipped into the weight room. She came back with a 10 kilogram kettlebell. Neither man was paying attention when she sneaked up from behind and swung the heavy weight. It caved in his ribs and nearly killed him, then she went after the other guy and chased him off.”

“Sorry, what is a kettlebell?”

“Oh, you find those in gyms with the barbells and the weight training machines. A kettlebell is basically a cannon ball with a handle, and 10 kilos is 22 pounds. It would have crushed his skull. If Charlotte had hit him in the spine, he would have been dead or paralyzed for life. Too bad. The three of them went to prison, and the college settled with me for a decent amount after we got hold of the hallway video. I made sure half of that money went to Charlotte, of course.

“Anyway, it took a lot of therapy, but I’m over it. Except, you are now my liberation project, Tricia. Paul’s gay penis is never going to touch you, I promise. You’re moving in with me. I’ll go out and buy some clothes for you to put in the closet.”

Tricia smiled broadly.

“But I thought you said this was a nudist house.”

Willie gasped and pulled her in for a long and intense hug. Then, Willie moved her head so she could kiss her new housemate. Then, their tongues were dancing together, and finally Tricia pulled her head back.

“Which way is your bed?”

But then, as the two of them romped onto the mattress, Tricia had misgivings.

“Willie, wait. I need to wash first.”

“Shut up!”

Without any hesitation, Willie separated her legs and thrust her face into Tricia’s little nest. Of course, in her strictly circumscribed life, Tricia was wearing almost all the pussy hair which nature had created. She didn’t have any time to be concerned about it because Willie’s tongue was running up and down the entire length of her inner lips.

Unlike Willie, Tricia spent zero time in her college years on her own. Her family always had a “minder” on duty with her, ostensibly to provide security but also to prevent her from having any sexual experiences.

There was one exception, though. Camilla, one of her minders, took up residence with Tricia in an off-campus apartment. Tricia was having a private meeting with her favorite grandmother, whom she adored, and explaining how frustrated she was about never having the slightest access to sex or even (as she put it) “dirty pictures on the internet.”

Grandmother had a private meeting with Camilla, and soon the new regime was communicated to Tricia. Camilla was permitted to move her charge from the 12th century to the 21st century. She could watch porn, have sex with Camilla, and Camilla could have sex with her (using a strap-on). In fact, Camilla was quite masculine in her private moments and enjoyed play-acting as a male with her charge.

Camilla described herself as being built like a battery, not an hourglass, and a size “D” at that. Her clit would extend about an inch from the top of her pussy lips when she was aroused, and Tricia poured out all of her love and saliva onto it. And then, when Camilla was perfectly ready, she would give it a little bite for an intense climax.