Author's notes: This is an adult story for consenting people over eighteen who will not be offended by it. It is pure fantasy. The events never happened. Not that I'm not wishing for something like this to happen, but I live in the real world. I would like to thank Wolf Vixen for her editing and comments that helped to make this a better story. All constructive comments are welcome. This is my first attempt at writing erotica and I'm doing at the request of a special friend. If you like it let me know and I'll continue it.
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I never thought in a million years that something like this could happen to me. I can't remember exactly when it started happening. Well I can, but I never thought I would travel down this road. How does a smart-assed street kid learn to serve an older couple? To top that off, I enjoy doing it!
I'm Lexi, just so you know. When this all started, I had just turned eighteen. Well it started a few months before that so I guess I should start there. Oops, I guess you want to know what I look like so you can visualize as I take you through my story.
At the time, I had my hair died three different colors. I had a pink stripe down the middle, then it went to ash blonde and the rest was black. I'm a Goth and have a few tattoos covering special parts of my five foot six frame and I weighed about 115 pounds. I swear most of it is in my 36 D breasts. They're all mine and they weigh a ton.
Of course I have the clothes and chains and everything else Goth people wear. Although my favorite ensemble is my pink leather bustier with tight black pants, studded collar, belt and chains.
It even has a dangling chain that loops enough, if I am adjusted right, the chain looks like it's attached over my nipples on the outside of the top. It's fun to watch guy's eyes as I make that chain jiggle as my tits move. To bad for them I wasn't into guys at the time. I mean, to this day, I much rather a slow handed woman, to some fumbled handed dude just trying to get his rocks off.
When this all started, I had broken up with this major looser named Trace. Being a man to him meant beating women into submission. Unfortunately Trace's next one, Amber didn't know any better.
Trace and Amber used to live across the street from each other and she thought he was just another cool skater dude. She was on the outs with her major crush Adam, so she started going out with Trace the looser.
Unknown to both of us, we shared many friends in common though Amber and I hadn't met at that point. What was really shocking was that both of us are bi and our friends thought we should hook up. Long story short, Amber wouldn't summit and hit back when Trace tried his bullshit on her.
That's when we finally met. When I met Amber, my stomach did a flip. She was my doppelganger. She was only an inch taller and we could and did swap clothes. Her hair was longer and brown and she has the prettiest green eyes.
God, it was great snuggling up against her. She was so soft and we fit perfectly. Oh, I know, you want to hear some raunchy sex filled description of our love making, but for us, it was more about the intimacy. Nothing more than some good kisses and snuggling together naked as we slept. But this is where this story gets interesting. Amber's parents, well her Dad and Step-mom actually, were just so cool.
When Amber told them that we were dating, I was shocked by their honest open approval. Not only did they understand, but fully supported our relationship. It really floored me when her step-mom, Crystal, told me that she was also bi-sexual and they had been together for over seventeen years. Her dad just said that we would either be together for a long time or burn out fast.
Then it happened. Trace, who's homophobic, heard about us gong out, went ballistic. He was obsessed with Amber and I was in his way. So one night he called me and arranged to meet. He was supposed to give me some money that he owed Amber. I thought it was fishy, so I had Amber go with me.
Of all the stupid mistakes I made, that was the best thing I could've done. Neither one of us thought he was so unhinged. When I got there, Trace tried to get me to follow him into a darkened corner. When I wouldn't, he started an argument. Amber could hear everything, but she was hiding behind the seat so Trace couldn't see her. Then Trace struck.
He was hiding a kitchen knife in his shirt sleeve. He whipped it out and sliced it across my throat. I screamed for Amber. Hearing this enraged him and he stabbed me in the back three times before I could fall to the ground. Amber burst out of the car and Trace ran into the house like the little bitch he was.
Amber got me into the car and sped off towards the hospital. Lucky for us, we were stopped by the local cops. As soon as we were pulled over, Amber screamed at them that I had been stabbed. The next thing I knew, I'm at the hospital.
Lucky for me, Trace didn't know how to wield a knife. My neck was sliced, but not deep enough to cut anything vital. Only one of the stabs actually pierced my skin, but my ribs deflected it away from any vital organs. So even though I was sore, battered and bruised, I would live and love another day.
Honestly, I never felt so loved. I was told by the ER nurse that she had never seen so many people waiting just for one person before. My mom was there and so were many of our friends. As soon as they could, Amber and her dad showed up so Amber could be with me. My dad was out of the country working.
Again, to get to the point...it was after I came home and everyone wanted to see my back and Amber's dad made sure he didn't see me taking off my top that I started calling him dad too. He was just so great and loving.
Here was a man I knew I could call at the drop of a hat and he would come to help. It's about him and his wife that this story is truly about. They totally accepted me without reservation. There is nothing I couldn't tell them. Not like there was anything sexual or anything going on. Well at least not at first.
At first, it was all about them helping me and me helping them. When Harry needed help cleaning out a rental, he had me and Amber help to give us a little extra spending money. Then he helped me fix my car... You know little things like that.
What I didn't expect, was that Amber, who like, me suffers from PTSD, would freak out and she ended up eloping with Adam. I didn't feel too bad for too long since she didn't tell Harry or Crystal either.
They just went out and did it. So now you have the background and maybe can understand where I was at the day Harry called and asked if I could help get the new house they were buying cleaned up and ready for them to move in.
It was the start of the new fall semester and I was only taking a couple of classes in collage so I had the time.
At the time both Harry and Crystal were carrying around some extra weight. I mean Crystal was the perfect chubby little wife and mother. She has brunette curly hair and smoky brown eyes. She has a ready smile and a warped sense of humor. She was also Goth in her youth and had all these really great boots.
Years before Harry had some kind of accident where his lungs were damaged and he couldn't breathe well. He hated the weight, but his stamina was shot. He worked on it, but it took him awhile before he lost it. He called himself a six foot tall 300 hundred pound gorilla.
That how all this started. I would go over and help Harry. Some times their son's would be there getting in the way like any teen would do. Over the next few months I really got close to him and Crystal.
With all the work, I guess their love life was suffering. I know I really didn't notice until one day Harry took off his shirt and I noticed that he had lost quite a bit of his extra weight. He looked pretty good for an old guy. I mean he was like in his mid forties or something. Not like he was ripped or anything. That came later once he finally got some of his breath back. No, what I noticed was that there was actually muscle moving under his skin as he worked.
To be honest, I think it had more to do with how he treated me than his looks which attracted me to him. I realized this once when I saw him with Crystal and was actually jealous. He was very open with his love for her. He was always playing with her boobs or grabbing her ass in a playful manner. They always kissed and you knew they meant it.
Once I even heard him make her moan during one of her lunch breaks. I never had someone just take the time to make me moan like that. I know he didn't finish because she had to get back and he was still sporting a tent when she left.
Suddenly I wanted him to give me more than just his normal hug hello or goodbye. I wanted him to touch me with the love like he touched her. I can't remember the times I wished he would just throw me down and ravage me until I couldn't move, then softly stroke me with his loving hands until we fell asleep together.
