None of it was planned. I submitted a story to my Creative Writing instructor about a young girl who had been abducted for two hours when she was seven. In the story I referred to a teddy bear that had been wrapped in a baby blanket. I hit two home runs.
The next thing I knew I was called into her office only to find a coed sniffling.
"Where did you get the idea for this story Mr Webb?" The instructor asked.
"I got it out of thin air." I said. "It's pure fiction." The coed sobbed.
"It all happened just like he said." she said as she cried some more.
"Tracie, he was also seven when this happened and he lived in Maine while you lived in Arizona. There is no way he could be responsible for what happened to you." she said.
We went back and forth until the instructer called an end to it. I walked out with the girl and talked to her. I found out her name was Tracie and asked her to come to my room to talk. She was quite a nice looking girl, nineteen, slim, with small breasts and quite tall with her long feet in penny loafers with no socks. Her hair was a light brown, hanging straight to her shoulders. She had brown eyes and a really cute face. No, it wasn't cute, she was sort of regal. Nothing silly or juvenile about it but she looked very kissable.
Once we were alone she told me what had happened to her. A man had dragged her into the woods near her home and had ripped most of her clothes off as he fingered her sex and anus all the while masturbating. As soon as he ejaculated he ran off.
"Tracie, you have to let go of this. It happened. Let it go." I said. I got very close to her and hugged her. "You're a lovely girl. Men will want to be intimate with you. It's what nature intended. You have to open yourself to this if you want a normal life." For a moment we were breathing the same air. I could feel the warmth of her mouth. I was very aggressive when it came to girls so I kissed her and then I kissed her again. Sometimes it's better not to talk.
She melted, falling onto my bed. There was something going on here but I didn't care. I took her clothes off and began to explore her naked body with my tongue and nose, licking her from her anus to her clitoris. Her ass was small and tight as I licked her rosy anus. I explored all of her, kissing her lovely toes which were super clean. Her tits were barely there but she had aggressive nipples. I was getting excited so I went to work on her clit, worrying it with my tongue until she became restive and opened her legs wide as I probed into her vagina with my tongue. I focused on her clit at the end until she came like a thunderbolt. Her spasms had pushed vaginal debris out in a corona of gray sludge framing her vaginal opening that I licked away. Once she calmed down I figured it was my turn but no such thing happened.
She refused to take my cock into her mouth and turned inward, not wanting to talk about it. This was one screwed up lady. I took her hand and placed her fingers around my shaft in an invitation to masturbate me but she just pulled away.
"Tracie, what's the problem?" I said. "You just enjoyed an orgasm. There's nothing wrong with you. Why do you turn away from me?"
"I don't know." she said. "It makes me afraid thinking of that man."
"Why don't we take it one step at a time.?" I said. "Just put your hand on my sex and feel it. I am not that man." I said. She began hesitantly but in a couple of minutes she was learning how to stroke me, pulling my foreskin over my glans before pulling it down to expose it. She smelled the crest of my glans and touched it with her tongue. The next thing I knew she was holding it in her mouth caressing it with her tongue as she slowly jerked me.
