Chapter 1: Always an After

We had to run around the house to find our clothes. Thankfully, my leg moved better, or we would have flashed more than just Anna and Tess on the stairs, who laughed at us. While we found most of our clothes, our panties had disappeared.

Mom, Rebecca’s dad - another Mark, and Lisa sat in the kitchen with coffee and funny stories. Lisa sat on the left, bundled up in a soft pink bathrobe, a ‘World’s Best Lover’ mug in her slender hand, and her cleavage on full display. Her hair appeared styled, and while she wore no make-up, her beauty still shone in the kitchen sunlight. Mom sat on the other side of the table, a brown coffee mug cradled in her hands, hair messed and tangled, with black bags under her eyes. She radiated excitement. Mark hunched over at the end of the table, a white mug with cream coffee sat before him. He appeared exhausted, like he hadn’t slept, with half-closed eyes, stubble, and messy hair.

You wouldn’t know that Mom, Mark, Mark, and Lisa had been on the bed together. They didn’t flirt. Instead, they acted like parents as they laughed at Lisa’s story about Anna and Tess’s first date.

“Are you ready to head home, Margot?” Mom asked. Mom appeared happy, not just the happiness you get from a funny movie, but the content kind, the ‘I have found my place’ kind. I knew that type of happiness, as I had the same happiness.

I wanted to say, “No, I want to stay with Rebecca all day. I want to live with her,” but Rebecca’s dad interrupted.

“Rebecca, we have to get going. I hadn’t planned to spend the night, and we need to get home before your soccer game today.” He rose from his seat with a groan. I had thought initially thirty or early forties, but now, I guessed late forties or early fifties.

I wanted to ask if I could go with them, so I turned to Mom when Rebecca spun me around, her hands on my shoulders, her thin, severe face soft. Her hair hung straight, no mess, her eyes danced in the sunlit kitchen, my reflection beside her pupils, her thin lips frowned, and her eyes narrowed.

“Ok, Dad,” Rebecca said and kissed me. Soft lips, wet tongue, firm hands on my shoulders, her hair tickled my nose, and I kissed her back. I closed my eyes and only focused on her lips and the musk of desire that I inhaled. Our tongues touched and I tasted mint, orange, and something sweet. I rubbed my tongue over her smooth teeth. Our tongues fought, and I lost.

“I will see you at school tomorrow,” Rebecca said after the kiss broke. She kissed me on the forehead, grabbed her father’s hand, and pulled him out of the kitchen. Her father waved with the back of his hand at the women as he stumbled down the hall. I stood stunned and watched Rebecca leave, eyes wide like the puppy dog at the kennel that my mother didn’t let me adopt. The door opened and closed before I thought to run after them and wave goodbye.

“So, you had a good night, Margot?” Lisa asked to break the oppressive silence. She appeared older, with slight wrinkles beside her eyes, loose skin below her ears, and a droop in her eyelids that I had never noticed before. Her smile still radiated warmth and excitement in the sunbeam from the window.

“Yeah,” I said. My mind tumbled back to everything that had happened, but Rebecca’s last kiss consumed it. I wanted to kiss her back on both sets of lips. I wanted to make her scream with joy and make her smile.

“Earth to Margot. We need to leave, Dear,” Mom broke my concentration. She smiled, and her teeth sparkled in the sun. At that moment, I loved Mom more than anything. My heart hurt because I loved her so much. I will always love Mom, no matter what.

“How’s your leg?” Lisa asked with a mischievous smile. She had crossed one leg over the other, and her robe had split to show off her even tanned thigh, and the sunbeam reflection pointed to her pussy. I chastised myself for my unconscious glance and for the twinge in my belly that accompanied the memory of when her fluids sprayed my face. I had Rebecca now. I had the future soccer superstar, not the old washed-up one. Still, even that horrible thought didn’t diminish Lisa’s appeal.

Did she know what I did last night? Oh, God, what if she told Mom? Wait, wasn’t my mom eating her pussy while the men fucked both holes? Shit, what had Mom done? Such a slut! How could she do that with my coach and two other fathers? Moms need to set a good example, not give their daughters new ideas. Fuck, I focused on Rebecca’s kiss, but the image of Mom’s face between Lisa’s perfect legs, how Lisa’s firm breasts shook, how her nipples stood out, Mom on top of Mark, while his dick spread her red pussy lips, and the other Mark’s flexed ass, as he fucked her ass.

“Great. It’s bruised but feels fine,” I replied and turned away to hide my embarrassment. I focused on the counter. How did Lisa clean it so soon? Last night, food, cups, chips, and wrappers covered it.

“Is there more coffee? I have a headache,” I said as I grabbed the empty coffee pot. The silver carafe taunted me. I wanted to throw it, but placed it back in the coffee maker instead. I scrutinized the counter for coffee-making supplies.

“Last sip. We’ll get Starbucks on our way home,” Mom said, and drank the last of her coffee. She stood, glanced at Lisa, and something passed between them. I didn’t care. I wanted coffee and to leave before Anna or Tess could say anything about Rebecca and me. I put my arm around Mom’s shoulders. She felt the same, but I didn’t.

We started to say our goodbyes when Rachel screamed into the kitchen. The little ball of energy stood and gazed at her mom and then at me. Her scowl looked out of place on her young face.

“Who the fuck messed up my room!” she screamed and stared at me. I have never had a sister, but for some reason, her anger made this more my home because only a true sister would get angry like this. She held her fists at her sides and stepped closer as I smiled.

“I’ll clean it up before we leave,” I said and stepped around Mom to hug Rachel. I stood with spread arms until she smiled and hugged me. Her warm body vibrated with pent-up energy. Even after a night of sex, she still had too much energy. My arms felt weak around her, yet her arms held me tight.

“Rachel can clean her own room, and Matt can help,” Lisa said as Matt walked into the kitchen. With messy hair and a mouth wide with a yawn, Matt moved like a bear after hibernation.

“Sure, let’s go, Matt,” Rachel said, grabbed Matt’s hand, and while she bounced, he lumbered behind. “What about coffee?” Matt mumbled as his massive back disappeared around the corner.

Mom and I spent the rest of Sunday unpacking and spending time together. I did not talk to Mom about her escapades while I answered questions about Rebecca. Monday, and Rebecca could not come soon enough.

Rebecca and I texted, and we met up outside the front doors. Mom yelled, “Love you,” as I ran from the car into Rebacca’s arms. Since kindergarten, Mom has insisted that she drive me on the first day of school. I had grown up enough to appreciate the ride. Tomorrow, I will have to sit on the dirty public bus seats, hold my nose at the body odor, stale smoke, and strong perfume smells.

I joined the cross-country team and wasn’t the worst runner; I ran mid-pack.

During the team stretch, my pussy twitched at the memories of our soccer stretches, but here we only stretched. Rebecca walked over. She did homework in the stands while I ran.

“You looked good running today,” she said as she sat beside me. The sunlight gave her golden brown hair accents, and her eyes sparkled in the sunlight. I inhaled her sweet odor and ignored my sour sweat.

“Thanks, but you only saw the warm-up and cool-down,” I replied as we ran most of the practice off the school grounds.

“Still, you looked cute,” she replied and kissed me. Her hand slipped over my breasts, which sent electricity from my nipples to my pussy. Her hand cradled my chin, and I wanted her to do more.

“Thanks for being here. You are too good to me,” I said as Rebecca pulled away to get up.

“We’re soulmates, Babe,” she said and kissed me. Her hand dropped to my knee, squeezed, and rubbed up and down my leg. I wanted to stay with her, but Mom arrived in the parking lot. We parted with kisses and car honks.

On Thursday night, we shopped together. We held hands as we walked past the cavernous mall’s toy, clothing, coffee, and bedding shops. Rebecca liked sporty clothes but wanted me to look sexy, so we entered a trendy shop with clothes I would never buy. They had a lot of alternative wear, with chains, ripped jeans, translucent shirts, and a piercing chair that advertised ear, nose, navel, nipple, and scrotum piercings every Friday and Saturday night.

“You have an amazing body, and you’re looking so good with all your running,” she said as she held a mesh half-shirt up against my upper chest. The finger-sized holes would show everything.

“Thank you,” I said, kissed her, then added, “I could never wear something like that.”

“You would look so good in this,” she said while she tossed it into the red and black store basket.

“I guess,” I lied. My nipples would poke through, way too revealing for me.

“Let’s find you a nice bra and panty set. Something sexy that you could wear for me,” she said, smiled, kissed me, and then whispered in my ear, “You turn me on so much, I could do you right here in the middle of the store.”

I gave her a wicked grin.

“So, did your coach talk to you about diet?” she asked as we walked to the lingerie section. They had nippleless bras, crotchless panties, and leather, lots of leather.

“No, why?” I said and kissed her ear.

“In running, you need to be light to be fast,” she said, then offered, “I can help you with your food intake. If you want?”

“You’d do that for me?” I asked. Unlike Rebecca, I had no idea about athletic stuff. She trained in the morning, during school in the afternoons, in special soccer programs, and played games every weekend. Her arms and legs even had defined muscles.

“Of course, I want what’s best for you,” she said and pecked me on the cheek.

We browsed the section. Most bras and panties sets cost too much, revealed too much for me, or looked too ‘boring’ for Rebecca. Finally, she held up a dark blue laced bra and panty set on sale. My red nipples and engorged pussy lips would show through the sheer lace of the set, but it would cover everything.

“This would look amazing on you,” she said, as her pupils grew in the dim store lights. I knew that look, like last weekend when she first sat on the couch with me. As they did last weekend, my pussy moistened and my nipples pressed against my shirt.

“Rebecca, it’s basically see-through,” I replied.

“Yeah, try it on. For me?” she said and tossed the pair in the basket. As we walked to the changing rooms, she grabbed another similar white set from the sale rack and a short black mini-skirt.

I grew apprehensive about trying them on. I mentally said, “No!” to the white pair. The bra had little holes for the nipples to poke through, which would cause my red nubs to stick out obscenely. The panties had no crotch, and while my public hair hid my pussy lips, I couldn’t walk around crotchless.

I yelled over the door, “These are way too...” I couldn’t find the right word.

“Let me see,” Rebecca said and slipped into the room. “Sexy,” she finished my sentence.

“These look great on you,” she said and kissed me. Her lips stilled my quiver and helped calm my nerves.

One hand went to my breast and the other to my pussy. My soulmate pinched my right nipple while three fingers entered me. Wow, she knew what I liked. In and out, her fingers flew while she pinched my nipple harder and harder. I could feel the orgasm build.

“Are you two ok in there?” a female voice called. Shit, she could see the two sets of legs under the door.

Rebecca pushed all five fingers up me and twisted my nipple hard. Thank goodness she had her tongue buried in my mouth, or I would have screamed with this orgasm. Still, I whimpered loud enough for the saleslady to hear on the other side of the door.

“That’s not allowed in the dressing room, girls,” the stern voice called.

“Be right out,” Rebecca said, broke our kiss, and walked out. She left me dazed in my underwear.

The saleswoman peeked in and said, “You need to do your purchases and go.”

She stood in the doorway. I felt so flustered that I pulled on the mesh shirt and short skirt. My nipples poked through the bra and mesh, my blood-engorged pussy lips hung outside the panties, and the skirt came just below my ass. I looked ridiculous in my white socks and running shoes.

“You should get these pierced,” the saleslady said and flicked my tender right nipple. I shuddered and stared at her.

“Stop flirting! If I can’t fuck her in the change room, then neither can you,” Rebecca said from the hallway entrance to the changing rooms. The saleslady frowned. Her abundant makeup appeared dull in the bright lights.

“Maybe if you ditch the bitch,” the saleslady said to me, as she pushed past Rebecca. While Rebecca appeared small and the saleslady stood a head taller, with a larger, doughy body, Rebecca didn’t move, and the saleslady had to squeeze by at the edge. Rebecca squeezed the lady’s ample breast and said,” That’s for touching my girlfriend.”

“Bitch,” the saleslady said and walked faster to the front cash register. We bought the mesh shirt, mini-skirt, and the two bra and panty sets.

“That was...” I began to say before Rebecca interrupted, “Sexy, I know. You are so hot. I think that saleslady totally wanted to do you,” and then Rebecca stuck her tongue out and pretended to lick. I giggled and hugged her.

“I am so lucky to have found you,” I said and kissed her.

“We’re soulmates,” she said as she kissed me back.

We walked hand in hand through the mall. Older men stared at me, while most women gave me evil looks, although some licked their lips. When we arrived at the food court, I wanted to sit in the corner with my back to the court, however, Rebecca insisted that we sit near the middle. She sat beside me, rested her hand on my knee, and every time I closed my legs, she pulled them open again. The greasy, cool air caused my nipples to grow and hurt with desire, my pussy leaked, and my musk filled the air.

An old man in his thirties or forties walked over and sat in the seat before me. His blue eyes stared at my nipples and his tongue swiped his lower lip. He had grey-brown, ruffled hair, acne scars on his cheeks, and thin lips that naturally frowned. He smelled of too much aftershave and sweat. He wore a burgundy tracksuit and white Air Jordan sneakers.

“How much?” he asked Rebecca. My eyes widened and my hand squeezed hers. She shook off my hand and leaned toward the man. She smiled and placed both her hands, palms down, on the table.

“You couldn’t afford her,” Rebecca said. She turned and kissed my cheek. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and leaned into her to hide my nipples. I closed my legs and tried not to run away.

“Try me,” the man said and licked his lips. He placed his dirt-embedded hands on the table. He had chewed nails, and his nail beds had recently bled.

Rebecca turned to me, kissed my forehead, and shoved her hand between my legs. Her fingers rubbed my pussy while I closed my eyes and wished everything would end.

“What do you have?” Rebecca asked him. I kept my legs closed, but Rebecca slipped a finger in.

The man reached behind and pulled out a thick leather wallet. He placed a mound of cash on the table. “I have money, and I want her. Right now,” he said.

Rebecca’s eyes widened, and she whispered to me, “Babe, you know I wouldn’t ask this of you, but I need that money. Dad lost his job and we need this.”

She slipped her finger lower and pressed against my asshole. I jumped in the chair and buried my face in her shoulder. “Don’t make me do this. Please, Rebecca,” I said and tried to squirm away from her finger. The finger pushed in.

“What about me?” Rebecca turned and asked the man.

“Only her,” he said, and reached for the money. Rebecca’s other hand reached forward and stopped his hand. She removed her hand from my crotch and placed it on top of her other hand.

She stared at the man, then turned to me and said, “I will not ask you to do something you do not want to do, but that’s a lot of money for minimal effort.”

I am not a whore. I would never fuck someone for money, only love and maybe lust, but never for money. “I’m sorry, Rebecca, I just can’t,” I said and scrutinized her face. Her forehead lines deepened, her eyes narrowed, and her narrow nose grew narrower. She frowned and turned to the man.

“Maybe another time. Give me your number, and we will see,” Rebecca said. Honey dripped from her voice, but it had a steel edge. I hope it didn’t screw everything up.

He gave us his number and left. Another man walked toward us. I rushed from the table and ran for the washroom. In the stall, I changed back to my regular clothes and fought back the tears. I knew Rebecca needed money. I should have helped because soulmates help each other, right?

“Babe, you in here?” Rebecca called. I screwed up my courage and responded, “Yeah, almost finished.”

As I left the stall, Rebecca stood with her hands on her hips, a massive frown on her face, and her feet planted wide. I cast my gaze down and said, “I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t.”

She wrapped her arms around me and forced me back into the stall. She pushed my pants and panties down, and then bent me over the toilet. The cool porcelain should have helped control the burn inside me, but instead, the burn erupted into an inferno.

“You need to get punished, you slut,” Rebecca said. I whimpered and wiggled my ass at her. She pushed her fingers slowly into my pussy, and the pressure built. In and out, she plunged. My juice made sloshing noises while I moaned. The harder she thrust into me, the more the pressure grew. The pain began as she pushed her thumb in.

I held onto the toilet back and spread my legs as wide as they would go. Rebecca rammed and forced her hand deeper until it filled my body. My lower back arched, my legs stiffened, and I lifted my heels to bring my cunt closer to her. My breath wheezed from my throat, my teeth clenched, and I closed my eyes tight till a bright black and white checkered pattern appeared.

“Fuck, you have my hand up to my wrist. You’re a real fucking slut,” Rebecca said. I moaned with the pain. She twisted her hand. The knuckles pressed against my insides as pain and electricity shot up and down my spine. My knees weakened, but they still held me up.

“Hold on,” Rebecca said, which made no sense. She pushed her hand further, pulled it almost out, slammed it in again, and I forgot what she said. Moans escaped, and I enjoyed the pain and pleasure. Alive, the stink of the washroom didn’t matter, only the pain, which caused my nerves to jump, my skin to electrify and tingle in the warm bathroom air.

“Fucking slut, you need this, don’t you,” Rebecca said. She fucked my pussy harder, then pulled out. I tried to turn my head to beg her to keep going, but she placed her one hand on my head to keep my chin on the cold toilet porcelain, my nose on the white tiled wall, and my hair over my eyes. My cunt screamed, the pain gone, my skin dull, even the piss scents bothered me.

“More, I need more,” I screamed and wiggled my hips. The toilet stink filled my nose, and the air-conditioned air caused the fire in my cunt to burn stronger and moisture to leak out and fall to the floor. I needed Rebecca’s hand back inside me. I needed the pain to shoot up my spine, crush my brain, and cause me to blackout in ecstasy. I wanted to die alive.

“Please,” I said. My hands reached back to do something. I couldn’t reach much so I held my ass cheeks apart, my ass hole stretched, my pussy gaped, I had to have Rebecca’s fist inside me again.

“Please, fist me,” I said and wiggled my ass again. Sweat dripped down my forehead, and my chin and cheeks hurt from the ceramic tile, but not enough, not nearly enough. I needed something big shoved inside me. I needed it bad.

She placed her other hand on my lower back and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “You’ll get much more, my little, greedy slut.” Her sweet breath caused me to moan and my hips to twitch in anticipation. I loved her. I needed her to finish me.

Scratchy, worn hands gripped my hips. Not Rebecca’s hands. “Hey,” I shouted as a penis, that I didn’t know, slammed into my pussy.

“Fuck, no!” I yelled as I fought against Rebecca and the unknown man.

His hands dug into my hips like claws, and his penis slammed in and out. Rebecca removed her hand from my lower back and I heard her rub herself and moan.

“Fucking Slut, fucking, great pussy,” the unknown man said. He increased his tempo, his hips slammed into my ass, and pushed my face up against the wall. The grout between the tiles scratched my forehead, while my hair stung my eyes and filled my mouth. The wrong pain. While my body screamed and my mind melted, I thrashed to get away, to stop this.