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              She cried out as his mouth caressed her untried pussy, she writhed beneath him and she could feel the frantic movements of his hand on his cock. She lasted only a few minutes under the newly found magic of his marvelously skilled tongue, and at the same moment they both cried out and lay panting together.

*

              Alexander Bly was a powerful man; he’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, as they say. His father, as well, was born to great privilege, they were both sons of fortune, inheriting their wealth and increasing it. Alexander’s mother had been the muse of several important French designers, she was a Brazilian beauty famous on the Paris runways and Alex was her adored first born child. He was used to getting what he wanted, and he didn’t have to take because those beneath him in society were ready to give and ride the coattails of his fantastic life. Nothing had ever been withheld from Alexander, but it was obvious to him that to be loved by Charlotte McCall was a gift that couldn’t be purchased.

              Bly watched the photos being taken and at first Charlotte had been visibly nervous, but as her fiancé moved his hands over her perfect curves and whispered in her ear, she relaxed. She wore flesh colored fabric patches over her nipples and over the enthralling triangle where her legs met, and she let go of her inhibitions and moved fluidly for the camera. The camera loved her and Jorgen both; it was obvious from the images that flashed on a large wall screen as the camera clicked. Her high, perfect little ass was bare under the cheerleading skirt and as Jorgen’s big hands caressed it and inched between her thighs the powerful sexuality between them created a palpable tension in the room.

              For Bly it was like watching a train wreck, it hurt him to look at the two of them together but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. It was as if a knife were twisting in his heart and some part of him wanted to yell at Jorgen to get his fucking hands off her and he wanted to shake her out of her trance so she could see
he
was the man who could make her happy. He was twenty eight years old and he’d never felt an inkling of love for anyone other than his parents and younger sister, as he watched Charlotte he knew what he was feeling for her was love not just lust, and he also knew that it hurt like a motherfucker.

              Charlotte was unaware of the effect her body and ethereally beautiful face were having on the onlookers, she felt Jorgen’s hands on her burning skin and he whispered that they would fly to Vegas that night and get married. Then she would be his perfect little virgin bride and he could end her virginity and show her how it really was when a man loved a woman. His words ignited such need in her that she was lost to the rest of the world; there were only the two of them moving together. Their legs entwined, their hands and lips were everywhere at once, all they knew were each other’s blue eyes and that they were desperately hot to make love.

*

              Bly’s jet flew Charlotte and Jorgen to Las Vegas immediately after the photo shoot and waited to take them home the next day. Their wedding was a quickie affair at the Burnin’ Love Chapel of Wedded Bliss and an Elvis impersonator officiated. It was cheesy as hell and Charlotte loved it. She wore a short white strapless dress and Jorgen wore jeans and a white shirt and they might as well have been naked for all they cared.

              “Chari, Chari, my wonderful wife,” Jorgen crooned as he undressed her one piece of clothing at a time.

              She wanted to just yank her dress off and have him rip her panties and bra away from her skin. She was weak with desire as he took his time and explored her body with his hands and lips; at last he worked his large middle finger into her wet and trembling pussy and smiled as it was stopped by her intact hymen.

              “Hurry!” she pleaded, his thumb circling her throbbing clit as his finger probed her tight little pussy. “Please Jorgen, now, please!”

“Alright my sweet little wife, I’ll give you what you want and need,” he said, and moved above her. His straining cock worked to open her and he began to breathe hard and gasp. He spread her legs wide so he could push hard into her and break the little dam, but as soon as his cock touched her hot flesh he began to shudder and cry out and he raised up and came on her stomach. “Ah Charlotte, you’ve driven me so crazy with love I couldn’t wait, let me kiss your delicious pussy and give you some relief, then I’ll let you have what you’re so anxious for.”

              In the morning as she lay in the bed watching her exquisitely beautiful new husband buttoning his shirt she began to get scared. All her life she’d been careful and shied away from boys for the most part. There were two boys in high school she’d let touch her breasts and one football player in college who’d slipped his hand down the front of her jeans as they lay on the grass outside her dorm. Sparks shot through her as his fumbling fingers pressed against her soaking wet panties and she was on the verge of orgasm when he said, “man, the guys on the team are never gonna believe I fingered Charlotte McCall!” She jerked away from him and ran to her room as he called after her, saying he wouldn’t really tell.

              For whatever reason, she’d thrown caution to the wind when Jorgen came along, she’d only known him a few weeks and now she’d posed nude with him for a national magazine and then married him. He was dreamy to look at and knew all the right things to say and he made her cum time after time with his hands and his mouth and now she stayed in a perpetual state of heat. But there was the down side, he climaxed quickly and didn’t seem to mind, he’d finally lasted long enough to fully enter her and the blood on the sheets was proof. He didn’t really care for intercourse, Charlotte would come to realize in the months ahead, he preferred to talk about sex then engage in mutual masturbation. Charlotte had multiple orgasms with Jorgen but never during the brief moments that he was inside her. She’d acted rashly, she put her future and her happiness in someone else’s hands, she’d given up control. Bly said there would be consequences to her actions and now she would go back to Oxford, Mississippi and face them. She was certain there would also be consequences for her irrational decision to marry Jorgen. It wasn’t like her to veer from her plan for the future, or give into lust and desire, but she had and she would just have to see if her marriage could endure.

*

              The jet dropped Charlotte off in Oxford and then flew Jorgen to New Orleans. They would both pack their belongings for the move to California, Jorgen would fly back immediately on the jet so he could start practice with his new team in San Diego. Charlotte would join him once she’d spoken to the Dean of Students at Ole Miss, then she would gather her things and fly to California and enroll at UCLA.

              When Charlotte walked into the dormitory dozens of sets of eyes turned to stare at her. She took the stairs two at a time, too impatient to wait for the elevator. Two bags and a single of box of her belongings sat in the hall by her room and as she bent to gather them in her arms, Natalie opened the door and leaned against it smiling. She held up her cell phone so Charlotte could see an image of herself wrapped around Jorgen wearing nothing but a cheerleading skirt. She handed Charlotte a short letter saying her scholarship had been revoked and she was required to vacate her living space immediately.

                “My, my! Looks like somebody got her slutty little ass kicked out of school. You know, when I got my dorm assignment freshman year, my mother was so excited that I was gonna be roommates with a girl from the high and mighty McCall clan from Pass Christian, Mississippi. Then I got here and lo and behold, you were just some welfare case poor bastard relative who grew up in a rat trap foster home. My silly mother honestly had visions of me going to debutante parties with you and all you are is a pretty face who’s gonna fuck her way to the top of the heap one way or another. Well, I guess I took care of that, didn’t I, princess? Bye-bye scholarship and college degree, go on back to Greenleaf and get a job as a cocktail waitress like your mother did. You see, this really isn’t about your famous quarterback, although I doubt that a little shrinking violet like you knows how to fuck him good and solid. It’s about you being a beautiful, stuck-up, clueless, fake; I just can’t stand that in a person.” Natalie said with a smug laugh and watched as Charlotte struggled to drag her bags to the elevator.

              Charlotte pushed the elevator button and turned to face her former roommate while she waited, “I hope you enjoyed my loyal friendship over the years, Natalie. I guess you’ll have to find someone else to hold your hand every few months when you go to Planned Parenthood for one your ‘procedures’. Don’t worry; your secrets are safe with me. I don’t plan to tell anyone about all the professors you did ‘favors’ for to keep your grades up or the half dozen STDs you picked up along the way. In spite of everything I really was your friend, so good luck with the rest of your life, I hope you get everything you deserve. By the way, you’re right about me, I am the poor, illegitimate McCall relative and I lost my mother way too soon. But guess what? I survived some of the worst foster homes and dodged some of the most depraved old men you can imagine and I’ll survive losing your backstabbing friendship, too. ” She’d known at the photo shoot in Los Angeles that she would be leaving Ole Miss behind, but it hurt like hell that the one girl she’d let herself get close to was so happy to think she’d caused Charlotte harm.

*

              Charlotte turned off her cell phone and didn’t call Jorgen until she was settled into a cheap motel room in Los Angeles. She told him what had happened and he was upset that she hadn’t called him from campus, the Bly jet would have returned to pick her up and they could’ve flown out together, he said. She told him she needed a few days to absorb all the changes she was facing, she would see about getting enrolled at UCLA the next morning and buy a used car to make the drive between L.A. and San Diego.

              Jorgen told her to enroll in school but to wait for him to make the decision about a car, surely that wasn’t something she should do alone since she’d never owned one before. He would be in training with the Chargers all week but he would come to collect her on Friday and they would find a house or a loft in San Diego to call home. He said he loved her and didn’t know if he could go all week without her and her extraordinary little pussy, for her not to forget she was his alone. He talked on and on as Charlotte sat on the bed in her motel room with the phone to her ear and she wondered if she could really be happy with him for the rest of her life.

              Evidently Alexander Bly made a call to someone at UCLA and she was welcomed as a student and on the cheerleading squad with open arms. She wanted to walk into Bly’s office and tell him she could get into school on her own but deep down she knew he’d made the whole process a lot smoother and she appreciated it. She bought a used convertible VW Beetle and rented a tiny studio apartment near campus and filled it mostly with cheap but cool furniture from Ikea and the Rose Bowl flea market. She loved the quirky little apartment, it was the first place she could call her own and she liked to leave the one large window open and let the mellow autumn light and voices of students filter in as she lay on her slip covered sofa, drinking a Starbuck’s mocha and studying.

              She drove to San Diego as often as she could or Jorgen came to Los Angeles so they could be together. UCLA games were on Saturday and the Chargers played on Sunday or Monday, so they spent less and less time together. When they lay together in what little time their schedules allowed and usually after what Charlotte came to think of as emotionally unsatisfying sex, Jorgen mapped out their future.

              He wanted Charlotte to give up the silly idea of law school, she should stop taking birth control in the spring, he said, so she could be a mother and then they would be truly happy. He knew she’d been accepted to law school in San Diego but he had a feeling he was going to get an incredible offer from Miami for the next season, so they would live there.

              One night in early spring, when football season was over and they had more time to spend together, they lay together in the enormous house Jorgen had rented in San Diego. Charlotte moved down his long body, kissing his golden skin as he closed his eyes and she took his erect cock in her mouth. He pushed her away quickly and held her firmly beneath him, he used his fingers to open her, thrusting into her and after a few swift strokes fell panting on top of her.

              Charlotte was finished she decided, finished with trying to love a man who wanted her barefoot and pregnant, who thought a nice girl shouldn’t put her mouth on her husband’s cock, and finished trying to pretend she loved a man she had nothing in common with. She filed for divorce and although he was crushed, she knew he would be just fine and find another unwitting virgin to dazzle with his beauty and provocative words. They parted as friends and by the time the divorce was final in May she felt free and excited about graduation later that month and she was eager to move to San Diego on her own and finally start law school.

CHAPTER THREE

              She was packing up her beloved little apartment one afternoon, preparing for her move to the dorms at USD when she answered her cell phone and recognized the deep, sexy voice.

              “So you’re the most popular UCLA cheerleader I gather. I won’t pretend I’m the least bit surprised Charlotte, I knew you would be,” Alexander Bly said.

              It pissed her off, the notion that he’d been keeping track of her life, but her curiosity got the better of her, “what can I do for you Mr. Bly, you’ll have to tell me what you want, I don’t share your psychic abilities.”

              He laughed and she smiled at the sound, “always the razor edged commentary, Charlotte, I think I might have missed our verbal sparring.”

              “Well I truly doubt that, I hear your life stays extremely filled with ‘sparring partners’ she said and again he laughed.