Original Story: Scipio/ Scipio555
Continuation: RogueAlan
Chapter 15, continued.
Greetings, gang... this one is short... hopefully advances the story while still getting some sex in. First an explanation... had a question about where is chapter 15... All of this IS chapter 15... When it was running as long as it was, figured I should get what I had out, and continue... but all of this, with 2 more parts, is chapter 15. Then 16 should be shorter, but I always start out saying that.
Had some constructive criticism, which I do try to listen to... I'd always been warned in comp class not to have someone 'speak' in the middle of a paragraph... to start dialogue in new paragraphs... had not considered that the way I have been doing it leaves readers trying to catch up with who is talking and who is reacting... hope this reads more smoothly.
As to concerns we've 'been there, done that'... sex is sex... & while we've been to some of the places in the last chapter and this segment too, hopefully there are some new variations on the theme... given the topic and the continuation, though, there will be some repetition, and I suspect 'fast forwarding' through the sex would not be well received... After all, this is supposed to leave you wanting to find that nearest 'special someone.' Hopefully, knowing that there are some new twists and venues coming will satisfy for now. I once thought the author of the Longarm westerns was ridiculous for describing the hero in the same set of paragraphs early in each story. Can see now that as you progress, even regular readers would like a catch up now and then, and a listing of the characters and their traits is not acceptable on the site as a function of space not devoted to story.
Finally, to regulars, hope this shorter turn around works for everyone... and S, good catch, but I won't tell... you'll have to wait a chapter or two... As to inquiries about Sharon's friends from home in the last chapter, and the professor she compromised, as well as the other 'dangling threads,' that have not been addressed recently, I'll say it again.... Sit down at the keyboard... bang out what you think would happen (trust me, it's kind of fun). Post it up... I look forward to reading it. And I promise I am not losing those threads. This is not Lost or Homeland... I reserve the right to end any particular storyline or character, and trust that we can create new characters you'll like... then again, there's no pay off in this beyond a story that I can read a bit of, then go looking for my special someone. And if there haven't been 'spin offs' we'll get back to several of them...
As to the inaccuracies in editing... spell check misses words, and sadly because I am reading what I wrote, I miss things, too... the 'factual' inaccuracies compared to prior chapters are sometimes more problematic... I didn't write it the way I wrote it back 3 years ago. I've gotten past that, considering telling the story is the focus, not turning this into the next '50 Shades' (which I understand took some major revising.
For now, enjoy... and for the trolls, don't bother... you won't like it... I won't care about your outrage or the fact that you can't read the story type or know what to expect after 14 chapters.
-RogueAlan
Chapter 15B: Ornaments
Sharon Sobel turned a slow circle, looking at herself in her bedroom mirror. She paused, amazed at the changes in just a semester. Her skin was a deep gold tan from head to toe-- no tan lines for the married mother of two. Her blonde hair, which she had dyed regularly in varying shades, was an almost platinum, streaked with darker blonde, and was longer than she had worn it in years.
Pausing, the middle aged housewife eyed the sharply defined vee of pubic hair-- dyed to match-- the chevron pointing directly at her clit. She shuddered slightly as just thinking about her clit triggered the familiar pang of excitement or need... she was not sure which. She remembered worrying that Chris, her husband would be shocked by the bodyscaping, and was still amazed that instead the various changes had served to turn him on. She wondered if he thought she was painstakingly maintaining the thin wings of hair with a razor, and what he would say if when he asked she admitted it was permanent, thanks to laser treatments.
She brushed her hair back, eyes moving over the reflection of the left high ear piercing. The BZ logo was prominent, but she rarely considered that body art, as it was usually hidden by her hair. When she had her hair tied up to keep it out of the way while she was working there was never time to look at herself in the mirror. The jewelry matched the ring piercing her left nipple. The lower ring kept that nipple partially hard all the time, the quarter-size areola slightly darker, as when she was aroused. She watched her skin flush slightly as she admitted to herself she usually was a little aroused, any more... a major change compared to the prim, prudish wife who had come to school four months earlier.
Her skin was taut, muscles visible over her flat abdomen and sides and in her arms and thighs as she turned again in front of the full length mirror, but she was unhappy at the sag in her breasts, which was definitely worse than it had been the previous summer. She had not thought about it, until Go had commented as he had left her apartment Monday morning. She was not eating differently... she had barely been eating throughout the semester, so she had no explanation. She did worry that the frat members would not be happy with the change, and had started trying to eat more fatty foods, hoping to stop the change. Why would any woman want to trade muscles for big breasts?
At least the flat stomach showed off her third piercing... a navel ring with the matching BZ logo inscribed, in a free swinging bauble, as well as the top retention bead. Teasing her fake nails-- another change she had never done before-- over the beads, she bit her lip, admitting that her tummy looked amazing. Almost as good as that Elizabeth Hasselbeck woman on 'the View.'
She turned away from the mirror, eyeing the BZ Bitch tattoo in black, white, and red at the small of her back. The small flags below it, BB and BMM were awards from a party early in the semester, and she was proud of them, even though she knew Chris would have a stroke if he ever learned what she had done to earn them. She lifted her left leg with the ease of a the dancer she had become, eyeing the ring of what she had once thought were leaves inked into her skin. Having seen the frat's depiction of mistletoe, she had realized during the last weekend before school what it was she wore in her skin while showering between 'guests' in her apartment: a series of black cocks, demonstrating in yet another way what she had become. Part of her was ashamed at it-- knew having it was wrong-- but she felt the stirring that began whenever she considered her friends at the BZ frat, and could not bring herself to call what had happened wrong... She would never have believed she could be such a slut, but could not deny it as she considered how she had spent the weekend in her condo unit before Winter Break began.
Chris should not be too angry, she tried to convince herself-- she had learned to give head good enough to win the 'Best Blow' tattoo, and he had definitely benefited from that skill. And her husband had not had to pay for as much, since her status as the 'Best Money Maker' had funded the things she had done during school. Even so, she knew she would never tell her family how she had spent the semester... or how she realized she would be spending the next semester, and however long the BZ wanted to use her.
Eyeing the 36D-27-34 figure she had been more than a little proud of upon entering college, the married coed frowned, guessing she was barely a C cup. Her eyes moved down... a six pack was not worth losing her breasts, she huffed, her gaze coming to rest on her clit. She had never heard about a clit getting bigger because of overuse. She giggled, imagining that if it was true for cock size men all over the world would endlessly abuse themselves. Even so, she was a little embarrassed... her clit was simply huge... the bead poked proudly from the hood where it had once hidden almost all of the time, and the hood seemed heavier... or longer... and the skin darker than she remembered it being.