The Larissa Epic
Copyright© 2026 by Oz Ozzie
Chapter 6: Sat 10th December 2022
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6: Sat 10th December 2022 - At the start of the story, Larissa is a young woman failing to cope with Covid. The story trace's Larissa's growth through the challenges of Covid and marriage with Julian, and the lives of people around her, ending with Larissa and her friends changing the nature of Australia
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Fiction Rags To Riches Light Bond Group Sex Orgy Exhibitionism Oral Sex Nudism
When she opened her eyes, she was looking at an ambulance officer. “Hello, Larissa. You ok?”
“Umm, uh?”
The ambulance woman smiled at her. “You’re on the way back, just take it really easy for now. Do you know where you are?”
“Yeah. The floor. YouTuber dinner.”
“Good. Just take it really easy for now. Everyone here is very shaken and upset.”
She was lying on the floor in the middle of the ball room, and Julian and Layna were looking down at her. They’d evidently been crying. She smiled at Julian and moved her arm up off the floor onto his lap. He grabbed her hand and held it tight. “I love you,” she said.
He smiled back. “Love you too, Babe.”
“What happened? How long was I out for?”
“Maybe fifteen minutes,” Julian said. “The ambulance officers arrived about ten minutes ago. You remember what happened?”
“Yes. That woman tried to inject Layna, but I got it instead. Then I was hugging you, and ... it’s blank after we sat down.”
Julian nodded. “Yeah. You were losing it around that point, and then you were gone. And so was I, Babe, I lost it big time. But you’re back, and you should be OK now.”
Larissa thought about that, and looked at her wrist - a clean white bandage on it. “How much damage to my wrist? And what’s the half-life of insulin in a human?”
The ambulance woman laughed. “No one else would ask that. Five to ten minutes. Your wrist will be fine, just a big hematoma because you were right, the needle did go through a vein. But though we gave you plenty of glucose, we don’t know how much insulin went straight in, and how much is leaking in slowly, so we’re just going to watch you right here for twenty minutes, so stay lying there. Are you comfortable?”
“Sure. Nice and warm, anyway.” She was lying under some heated blankets. “Don’t you have somewhere else to go?”
“And leave you?” she said. “No. We’ll stay right here, make sure you’re OK.”
“OK.” She closed her eyes and rested. Then she thought and opened them and looked at Layna. “You OK?”
Layna nodded. “Yeah, kinda. You did that for me. Saved my life.” She shook her head. “It’s hard to feel my way around such a big thing. And then you said, better you than me. Freaky, Larissa.”
“Well, it’s true. Except for Julian, of course, not better for him. But better for the world. Anyway, did that woman get away?”
Both Julian and Layna gave a low laugh. “Never any chance of that,” Julian said. “She’s lucky to be alive. Joe stopped everyone from lynching her.” He saw Larissa’s surprise, so he said, “You said for Joe to see if there was injectable glucagon anywhere, right?” Larissa nodded. “Well, Stacey pointed out that the obvious place to look was in that woman’s bag. But she broke hers open, it’s on the table where she was sitting, the other Larissa found it. People were upset enough that you and Layna were targeted, but that was a bit much.”
“Pre-meditated, then. Good on Joe. Layna, when we talked about our lives on the line, we never thought it would be from a fellow YouTuber. Jealous, I suppose.”
Layna nodded. “Yeah, Larissa. But living it is different from talking about it. You very nearly died!”
“No, I don’t think so,” the ambulance woman said. “It looked dramatic because she got a direct hit on a vein, but a single needle isn’t enough to kill a person. At least not normally. Larissa would probably have been fine by now, even without us. But you can never be sure, and we’re not taking any chances at all with Larissa.”
“Sorry,” Larissa said. “I thought it might be enough. I’m used to canine pharmacokinetics. I guess that I was a bit dramatic then.”
“Oh, no, babe, you went with what you knew, gave it your best shot. And your best was pretty good. At least I know that you love me.”
Larissa grinned at him. “You knew that anyway, but good. Where’s everyone else?”
“There’s a security cordon around us,” Julian said. “About forty police here. It’s a bit over the top.”
“No,” the ambulance woman said. “An assassination attempt on the most famous and nearly the richest woman in Australia? I thought we might have a thousand.”
Larissa went to say that it wasn’t anything like that, but she knew better. What else could they think in their first response? She shook her head. “My life’s gone utterly crazy. Can I talk to the incident controller?”
A minute later, a senior policeman appeared in her view. He crouched over her. “Larissa, I’m Ian, the incident controller. You want me?”
“Yes, there’s a big security cordon around us.”
“Of course, Larissa. You’re a very high value individual indeed.”
“I understand. But it’s pretty obvious she was working alone, right? And the people here are our friends. If you keep a couple right here on me, and let me have my own security person here, then we can all relax?”
He nodded reluctantly. “But it’s also a crime zone, Larissa. Perhaps we can move you away outside the cordon, and are you up to getting interviewed?”
“I reckon I am. I can probably walk. Julian can help me, and if I’m not up for it, he can carry me.”
She pushed the blanket off, and stood up carefully. She felt fine but it was good to be cautious. There was a very large cheer when she stood up, and she waved but let Julian help her walk out of the crime zone. She spoke to a few friends, and thanked Stacey and the other Larissa for helping, and then she sat down in Julian’s lap with an extremely tense Vi right there on her other side, and friends close around her, and a detective did her initial interview. He told everyone not to record it, but fat chance of that - this was a YouTube party. She rested against Julian, who displayed absolutely no interest in letting go of his tight hold on her.
Things gradually got normal again, everyone calmed down, and started going home, and all her friends got hugs enough to start settling them down. Suzy turned up with the others - they’d been watching the livestream and needed their own reassurance. Of course, they hadn’t known what happened, but they could clearly see what happened with Julian.
What happened with Julian? So they showed Larissa that bit of the livestream. She saw herself walking up to Layna, and then suddenly taking the woman down, then hugging Julian, and kind of collapsing, Julian holding her in his lap, and then he completely fell apart. The pain in his soul was worse than that time she’d seen Harry lose it. Up past Steph falling apart when her baby died. Layna was holding him, crying with him, nearly as upset, until Stacey pried her out of Julian’s arms and laid her on the floor and Stacey and the other Larissa covered her with all the tablecloths they could gather, trying to keep her warm. “We thought you were dead, Larissa,” Suzy said. “And people were tweeting that, that you’d died in Julian’s arms.”
She turned and kissed Julian and hugged him even tighter. “I’m sorry, Sweetie, I made you think I was going to die.”
“I wasn’t sure, but what you said, babe, I couldn’t stop. I’m sorry, it’s just that I love you so much.”
She smiled at him, and kissed him gently. “Please, never apologise for loving me so much.” She already knew how much he loved her in her bones, but if anyone else ever had any doubt, they wouldn’t now. And no wonder he couldn’t let go of her now. “And my friends, I’m sorry for you too, that’s rough, are you OK now?” They nodded, but she could see they were still very unsettled. Suzy took her phone and messaged absolutely anyone they could think of to assure them that she was safe.
But there was sure no prospect of going back to Melbourne after all that. Sienna invited everyone back to her house for the night, and then called her mum and wondered what were the chances of everyone sleeping in the games room? Somehow that was possible and sometime in the middle of the night, after a large police convoy arrived at Sienna’s house, all of them slid into makeshift beds on mattresses and cushions and tried to sleep. Julian still hadn’t let Larissa out of his arms, and she wasn’t sure he ever would again. And there was little chance that Vi would sleep; she was sitting beside Larissa scowling as Larissa went to sleep, and still there when Larissa woke up.
It really wasn’t long enough but Chez and Suzy dragged them all out of bed at eight o’clock and they joined Robert and Elise for a quick breakfast, all sitting randomly at the table on laps and corners of chairs. Larissa’s wrist was pretty sore and swollen, so she sat on Julian’s lap and let him feed her.
All the organisation they’d had was a mess, but Eloise said they’d all fit in the plane, so they decided to go to Sale first and drop Sarah and the Traralgon people there before heading back to Melbourne. But first, they had to deal with the media question. They’d avoided the media by leaving from the YouTube dinner with the police, but the media were all camped outside Robert’s front gate hoping for an interview. Should they do one? The media would hound them till they did. Eloise said they could do it at the airport on a grassy patch so they decided to do that. Chez went out to tell the journalists where, and then a bunch of vans turned up to take them to the airport.
At the airport, they lined up on the grass at the mikes that the TV crews had set up and then Layna, Larissa and Julian each made statements, though they were pretty quick. There wasn’t much to say. Joe offered their collective acknowledgments for everyone who helped. Questions were well organised, the journalists knew the drill.
The first question was to Larissa. “We’ve all seen all the video, Larissa, but none of the video captured what you said to Layna and then Julian. What did you say?”
“Well, I thought I might die. I know canine insulin dynamics pretty well, and I guessed what the human effects might be, and thought it might be enough since I had a direct hit on my bloodstream. So I said goodbye to Layna and then my love in case that’s what happened. I think I sort of gave them the idea that I was going to die if I fell unconscious, and then I did fall unconscious. So maybe I didn’t cover myself with glory there.”
“It sure seemed like you were acting like Layna’s bodyguard there. You’re prepared to die for Layna?”
“Well, of course, I do not want to die, and I’m super happy I didn’t, because I want to love my man, but I would do it again, risk myself for Layna, who’s doing great things for the world. I believe in her, have from the beginning.”
“Layna, how does that make you feel?”
“I’m finding it quite impossible to come to terms with the magnitude of my feelings after what Larissa did for me. The first thing she said was, I might die, but better me than you. I simply don’t know how to express the size of my awe and gratitude for that, for believing in me that much. It’s doing my head in.”
“Julian, we saw your remarkable grief, did you think Larissa had died?”
“I love my wife, and her presence fills my life, every corner of it. I hoped very much she would not die, but after what she chose to say to me as she prepared to die, just how much she loved me, my heart was dying with her, and that was just an unstoppable expression of how I felt.”
“How do feel about what she did, risking her life like that?”
“Of course she did that, that’s who she is. And I would’ve done the same, because we both believe in Layna that much, as does all the team, and that’s been doing her head in since the start.”
“Well, Larissa, I guess you know just how much Julian loves you know.”
“I’ve always known that,” Larissa said. “I go to sleep and wake up secure in the knowledge that he feels like that, and now I’m happy that everyone else knows. And Layna, just as much, of course, all four of us really have a very close love. But I want to say this about Julian: my love loves me completely, without limit, and he knows how to make that truly meaningful for me, which is why I already know, and I want everyone to know just how much that is the foundation of my life, of everything that I do. I am everything with Julian, and nothing at all without him. Julian, to say I love you doesn’t begin to describe the way the feeling fills me up.”
Julian gave her a beautiful smile, and kissed her gently right there in front of them all. Then he turned to the microphone. “Larissa, thanks. You make it so easy to love you when you are both a woman of principle, and also when you love me so completely and generously. I wish that everyone could have what we have.”
“What about Joe, he’s not part of your little threesome?” one of the journalists asked.
“Oh no,” Larissa said, “Joe is part of us just as much. But last night I asked him to do the things that had to be done, and he did them very well indeed, and that was a sacrifice he made for Layna and Julian. And I honour Joe for standing up for what was right with regard to that woman.”
“You haven’t heard then?” Larissa looked at him blankly. “She was transferred to prison this morning, and then gravely assaulted. Apparently you’re rather a legend to the prison population.”
Larissa sighed. “I’m sad to hear that. Two wrongs don’t make a right, and she’s clearly a disturbed women. I say this to my friends on the inside: if you love me, you won’t hurt her like that. Give her her best chance of turning her life around. Hurting her won’t do anything for the fucked up things that happen in the world that put you in there, it’s just more of the same.”
She saw considerable surprise for that, but she knew that they’d understand on the inside. And of her friends, only Julian would understand.
They asked a few more questions, and then one of the journalists said, “Can we ask questions of some of your friends then? There’s some pretty interesting women here.”
Larissa who had answered the last question, looked at Julian and the others and shrugged. “Sure, you can ask, and they can choose to answer or not. My friends, remember this is being live streamed.”
“First question is for Sienna. Did you sleep with Julian and Larissa?”
Larissa laughed. “You know Sienna never answers questions. But the answer is yes, we all slept with Sienna again last night, in her games room. It was a lovely thing to happen after such dramatic events.”
The journalist shook his head, he was clearly going to ask more but it was someone else’s turn.
“I have a question for Sarah. Apparently, your father is pretty angry after Robert’s announcements, and then your comments on the red carpet last night. Do you have anything else to say?”
Sarah thought about it, stepped forward and then stopped, and shook her head. “Well, apparently she doesn’t have anything more to say,” Larissa said. “I did think she was pretty clear last night.” Then Sarah decided to after all.
“Yes. When my father is ready to talk to me and listen, and stops sending me angry text messages, I’ll think about it. In the meantime, I’m going to disappear until Christmas.”
“Where are you going?”
Sarah laughed. “If I told you where I’m going, it might not be secret. I might leave here with Larissa, or with Isla, or with Harper, or another of the local girls.”
“What about you, Isla? Where are you going?”
“Don’t know yet,” Isla called out. “Emily hasn’t decided for me. Or she hasn’t told me anyway.” Larissa grinned at them; she knew that Isla and Emily were going to stay at her place for the night.
Larissa could see some of the journalists shaking their head at that.
“I have a question for Sienna, please, and I really want her to answer. Sienna, the minister dropped by your lunch yesterday, and had a pretty quick discussion, but she came all the way down from Canberra just to do that. What did you talk about?”
Sienna shook her head, and mimed that her lips were zipped shut, so the next question was, “Will any of the rest of you answer? Larissa, what did they talk about?”
“Oh,” Larissa said, “it was lovely to meet the minister, and I introduced her to all of us, and told her funny stories about each of us. I wish she’d had time stay for lunch, but unfortunately she didn’t. But I hope she enjoyed her very friendly social visit.”
“Come on, Larissa, what did she want?”
Larissa shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe she too wanted to ask whether Sienna slept with us? So I’ll answer that again, since people keep asking. I like sleeping with Sienna, like with all my friends, though I think that Layna didn’t sleep well last night because she and Joe were trying to share a lounge cushion.”
“Surely you could have afforded better accommodation?”
“Oh I suppose so. But we wanted to be all close and hugging and together after what happened. Living with good close relationships is way better then living with a big house and all the material comforts.”
Then there was another question for Sienna. “Sienna, you evidently have a man; we’ve seen a part of him one of your videos. When are you going to make an honest man of him? Who is he?”
Larissa was still at the mike so she said, “You know Sienna doesn’t answer questions, let alone ones like...” but she didn’t get to finish her question because Sienna pushed her gently aside.
She looked at Sienna in disbelief, and Sienna smiled at her, then turned to the mike. “It’s true that I have a man. And beyond having an amazing chest, he’s a very impressive and compassionate man who values my heart and wishes to provide me with a safe space away from the insane pressure that my videos have created in my life. He’s a friend of a friend that I met by completely by accident and our friends have been wonderful in protecting our privacy, and I thank them for that. But after what happened last night, we’ve have been talking and it’s time for us to introduce each other to our families, and be open about where we are. So maybe you’ll see more of him. I know my other friends want to.”
The journalists were looking at her, astounded.
“Come on, who is he? Tell us more about him,” one of them begged her.
“Nah, it doesn’t matter who he is, and he’s not some big deal famous person. Just a good honourable man who cares about me, and I feel the same way, and that’s more than enough for me. That’s all I’ll say. Oh, no, he has been on TV.” She grinned at them, and then at Larissa for Larissa’s surprise. Hamza had been on TV?
Sienna stepped away from the microphone and indicated that she wasn’t going to answer any more questions, but she smiled at Larissa.
“I have a question for Voula, please.”
Larissa looked around at Eleni in surprise, and then turned back. “I cannot imagine any question that’s at all appropriate for you to even ask if you called her by that name. Tell you what, if you explain your question to me over on the side there, I’ll decide if you can ask.”
“I can ask whatever I want!”
Larissa nodded. “Yes, you can, irrespective of who you hurt. But I can also decide to never do a press conference you’re present at again, or talk to any organisation that continues to employ you.”
He thought about that, and pointed over on the grass. When Larissa got to him he said, quietly, “I wanted to ask Voula if it was true about how she became David’s mistress, and what’s happened to her since she disappeared.”
“If you know enough to ask the first question, you don’t need to ask her to confirm anything, so don’t. And if you publish anything about any of his mistresses without getting them to sign off on every word first, I will do my best to destroy you. But you can ask Eleni, because that’s her name now, what she’s doing now. She might not answer, but you can ask that.”
He gave her a hard look. “What are they to you? You can’t suppress news like that, no matter how powerful you are.”
“No, you’re right. I can’t, and I shouldn’t. Unless I’m your owner, of course, in which case I control the news, hey?” He looked at her with a pained expression. “But it’s not news, everyone knows what he was about, and he died because of it. All that’s left is some poor broken women you can hurt some more. That’s what I won’t have you doing.”
“I think how your company has treated them since is news.”
“Maybe. If you don’t hurt them more, then I won’t stop you telling that story. I won’t help though.”
“Why not? You’ve been good to them.”
“So we should, but we didn’t do it for news, we did it because it’s right. Surely every company would do that?”
Obviously not, from his facial expression, but all he said was, “I’ll ask my question, then. Thank you.”
Larissa was thinking hard after that. Was she powerful, was she? She’d never thought of herself in those terms before. What did she have, after all? Not even that much money. She’d have to be more careful though, if a journalist would say that to her.
He asked his question, and Eleni spent a couple of minutes waxing lyrical about how much fun she’d had organising Larissa’s big follow up party with Louise, and that she was now organising follow up parties around the country for once school went back.
The press conference finished up shortly after that; they’d asked the questions they were going to get answered. Larissa beckoned to the journalist who asked about Voula over. He came over expecting more trouble, and was surprised when she asked him, “Am I powerful am I?”
“In some ways, Larissa, you’re awesomely powerful, and in other ways, not at all. But we can’t afford to let anyone decide what are stories or not.”
“No. You’re right, and I’m still feeling my way on this. I’m not all used to thinking that I have power, and I don’t want to dictate the news, unlike your owner. I just won’t stand to see women hurt and broken just because there’s an opportunity to get clicks. You won’t deny that happens will you?”
“No. Larissa, I won’t. Your concern is reasonable. But women who put their heads up, people are interested.”
“Yes. Me. I know. But not those poor women, who just wanted to survive. Or in some cases, weren’t even sure that they even wanted to do that. Have you prowled his past looking for attractive women who worked with or for him who committed suicide suddenly?”
He screwed his face up. “No.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were a few. But I don’t think it’s news anymore. Maybe it’ll make their families happier to find out years later why. Or not. Eleni’s family have cut her off. Oh. I shouldn’t have said. Don’t go chasing them, just more people to hurt. Anyway, if you think I’m trying to cut off a legitimate story, tell me. I promise that I never want to use whatever power I have to suppress real news.”
But it was time to go. Larissa followed them into the terminal building and round to where the plane was. She was just getting onto the steps when there was a disturbance behind her. She turned and looked through the wire fence behind her plane where all the journalists were watching. To see which plane Sarah had got onto, no doubt. But someone had just pushed through them all, calling Sarah’s name. Larissa recognised him instantly. Clyde, Sarah’s father. She turned and walked to the fence and faced Clyde.
“Hello, Clyde. Nice to meet you. I could wish it were under better circumstances.”
“Well, Larissa, nice to meet you too. Like you say, if only it were under better circumstances, but I would very much like to get to know you better. Your rise has been nothing less than meteoric.”
No, no one was going to underestimate her anymore. And Clyde was at least being polite. “Sure, why don’t you come to Melbourne and have lunch with me sometime? I’d love to come to Sydney, but I’m a working girl, you know.”
“Sure you are.” He knew better, she could tell. “But you’re not working for the next few days.” He pointed to her wrist. “So I might take you up on that. Monday?”
Shit what had she done? Clyde was going to play the game her way. Well, she had no choice about that then. “OK. Sure. I’ll let you know where and when?”
“It’s a date,” he said. “Now, would you consider asking if Sarah will come and talk to me?”
“I can go and do that, but she’ll probably say that she’s not interested. Is there anything you’d like me to say to her?”
“Yes, you can tell her that she’s making a mistake, and I’m trying to help her.”
Larissa waited, but that seemed to be it. She went and poked her head in the door of the airplane, and said, “Sarah, you see that?” Sarah had, so Larissa explained.
“More of the same, I don’t think so. Do any of you think I’m wrong and I should go talk to him?” Sarah asked.
“Depends,” Layna said. “You can talk to him now in front of a whole pile of journalists, which kind of holds him back, or you can disappear for a while, and let him simmer. But you have to deal with him soon enough. Will he get worse or better?”
“I don’t know,” Sarah said, “but I just want a break. So no.”
“OK!”
Back at the fence she said, “Well, I’m sorry to say that she declined. I’ll see you on Monday!”
“She won’t talk to me?”
“That’s what she said. Don’t worry, she’s going to be OK. I’m going to cover her security requirements.”
Clyde understood the meaning of that exactly. Because if Sarah had her normal security team, she hadn’t disappeared out of his contact. Interesting that he didn’t already know that - she’d given her team the slip while with the police the night before. The expression that crossed his face briefly was pretty ugly, but he got control of himself. “You give me your word that this is what Sarah wants, and that no one is, umm, encouraging her to do this?”
“This is what Sarah wants. We are encouraging her to do what she wants, but we are also encouraging her to consider carefully given the consequences of her choices. You have my word on that. But she’s a bit surprised you care. She told us you wouldn’t be very fussed.”
“What exactly did she say?”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really!”
She didn’t want to say what Sarah had said with all the journalists listening. That was a step too far. But she should, so she leant into the fence, and indicated for him to do that too. Not easy for him, since he wasn’t quite as flexible as her, and had to lean over a concrete barrier too. “She said that she’d just tell you she found some rugby player in Bumfuck Western Australia and she’d be back in three weeks, and all you’d say is ‘send photos, as long as it’s not a photo of a positive pregnancy test.’”
Clyde gave a bark of laughter, and then said, “I think I did say that once, and I appreciate your sensitivity there.” Then he saw her face. “You don’t like that I give her that freedom?” He said in surprise.
“I think that ‘giving her that freedom’ but not taking her seriously in other ways devalues that freedom. And her. Goodbye Clyde, I will see you on Monday.”
She was a few footsteps away from the fence when she heard Clyde say, “Larissa!” it was the tone that made her turn around. “Could you ask Sarah if she’d say goodbye to me?” This time he just sounded like a sad father.
In the plane, she said, “Sarah, he would like to say goodbye. And I think he means it right this time.”
Sarah wanted Larissa to go with her, so they walked to the fence together. “Goodbye, Dad,” Sarah said. “I’m just escaping to chill out, and get away from all of this. I’ll be back for Christmas.”
“Bye Sarah. I do love you, and I hope you have a better time than you would around here.”
“Thanks, Dad. See you.”
With that, Sarah turned around and walked away, and Larissa followed. Once they were on the plane, they were moving almost immediately.
“Well, Sarah, your Dad knows you’re going with us now, so he’ll know you’re going somewhere in Eastern Victoria. Do you want to disappear properly? Because he’ll probably be able to find you if he tries.”
Sarah waved her hand. “He said goodbye. I don’t think he’ll bother me.”
Once they were in the air, Layna squeezed onto Larissa’s lap, put her arms around her and settled, clearly not going to let go.
“Sister of my heart, I’m really struggling to come to terms with what you did last night.”
Larissa kissed her. “I’m not. You know I believe in you, and someone attacked you. It was instinct, to defend you.” She shrugged. “Like Julian said, either of us would do it again in a heartbeat.”
“That’s not it, actually,” Layna said. “I know you would, and I love you both for it. No, what I can’t come to terms with is what you did afterwards, when you thought you might die. The way you just accepted it, and loved both of us. My soul is blown, sister.”
“What was I supposed to do? Waste my last few minutes being upset about what happened? Suddenly prove that I don’t really love Julian and you? Sister, I don’t know how to be anything but what I am. I love Julian, and my sisters, and my family.”
“I guess that’s it. You’re so simple compared to the rest of us. I just want to soak that up. Let me hug you, OK.”
Larissa smiled and rested her head against Layna, and a few minutes later, Layna drifted off. Joe leant over the back of his seat and smiled. “She really didn’t sleep well last night.”
“That cushion? I should have taken that,” Larissa said, “I would’ve slept whatever.”
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