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Crossing The Street 6

Date: 12/7/2014, Categories: Cheating, Author: Noreasonneeded, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

Reluctantly pulling my fingers away and exhaling I trembled with anticipation under the spray, wondering at the changes in my life, and the dark places that Dana had promised to take me, had already shown me. Out of the shower and dried, I selected clothes that looked casual but pretty, wanting to look sexy for her, but not be ashamed to wear them back home. A pair of nice jeans and a dark shirt, remembering the look on my neighbor Mr. Bascombe's face at my powder blue shirt, wet and spotted with cum streaks. A quick brush of my still damp hair and a little makeup and I was out the door, struggling not to break into a run across the street to Dana's house. I felt attractive and sexy and my skin prickled with anticipation in defiance of the knot of fear in my belly. Dana met me at the door after a single knock, stepping outside with me and dressed in torn jeans and a loose tee shirt, her feet bare, her hair wild. Despite her serious expression she took a moment to look me up and down and gave me a grudging smile. "You clean up nice, Sonia," she smirked. "And pretty speedy, once you wake up." I blushed and lowered my eyes. She put her fingers under my chin and lifted my face, her eyes dark and narrow. "What are the rules, Sonia?" I felt my chest tighten in fear and eagerness. "No lies, no objections, no hesitation," I recited. My anxiety cranked up a notch, knowing there would be no tricks today, like last night's phone audience. She wanted my commitment and I gave it. "I ... promise." "Or else?" I felt my mouth go dry. "You send me home. Alone. Abandoned." "That's right," she snarled. She watched my face for... weakness? "You want me to teach you, don't you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. The words spilled from me unhindered by my fear, relieved at the opportunity to express the desire swelling in my chest. "Oh, yes, please Dana, please," I nearly begged. "I want to know, I... I need to know." "Have you enjoyed what I've taught you so far?" I only paused a second. "Yes," I answered quietly, watching her face, trying to read her. "You hesitated," she noted. She misses nothing! She held my chin between her thumb and forefinger. "Why did you hesitate?" Her free hand played with my hair. "And don't you lie to me." "I... I get... afraid, sometimes." "Why?" she continued. "Is it me? Are you afraid of me?" "Sometimes," I confessed, exhaling at being able to admit it, relieved that she'd asked. "The things you've shown me, made me do, they're..." I lowered my eyes in shame. "They're new. Dirty. I never..." "Do you want to stop? We can stop, right now, today," she asked. Her hand left my hair, trailed down my upper arm, the backs of her fingers, her dark painted nails raising gooseflesh. "No, please, no," I pleaded softly, "no, I'm afraid, yes. Afraid of what you'll make me do, afraid of you, your friends, embarrassed of how much I like it," I blurted, "ashamed of the dirty things you let me enjoy." I felt tears well up and I looked at her, blurry. I ...