Chapter 12 - Naked Women
Nicholas Kendall saw his first naked woman when he was ten. It was on an old erotic magazine, smuggled from under the bed of a friend's house. He had never heard of cosmetic surgery so nothing in the perfectly sculpted body displayed on the centerfold struck him as odd, much to the contrary. Her glossy pink lips whispered his name at every turn. Her tanned, round tits were the epitome of perfection, and the hairy delta between her legs a magnificent treasure waiting to be unearthed. A stranger to masturbation either, he realized that day why his friend's hands were often sticky.
He loved it yet he never became obsessed with it, a slave to his cock. His self-control was stronger than the colorful blooming fantasies and the sexy images soon lost most of their appeal. It would take him a few more years more to see a breathing naked woman. For reasons unknown, he didn't remember much of that day, but Angela did, and now she was blushing.
"You know my father?" he asked as the ambulance made its final approach to Ashton Memorial. Clarissa remained adrift in her mesmeric slumber, life signs stabilized. The other paramedic, however, was now more aware than ever, the tiredness of the long shift somehow forgotten. There was a crazy history going on there, she could tell, and gossip was always an entertaining way to finish the rounds.
"Yes. Yes, I do," Angela nodded, unsure what to say next, if anything at all. "Please don't push the subject, please don't push the subject..." she thought.
"What are the odds? It is a small world, isn't it?"
"Too small, sometimes," she muttered while her thoughts continued to beg. "Talk about something else now, please."
"If you know my father, then we must have met as well too which is why you look so familiar. Forgive me but I have to ask: when did that happen?"
"Well, it was..." Angela continued to blush, cursing both her memories and the involuntary responses of her body.
"Oh my God, she fucked his father!" the other paramedic concluded, grinning from ear to ear. She considered herself a very perceptive person but, even if she turned out to be wrong, that was the story she was going with until the bitter end.
"Angela?" Nick insisted. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, you didn't... oh, we're here!" She said, relieved, as the emergency vehicle stopped.
"So we are which means I've got work to do. My shift is almost over. Can we talk later over a cup of coffee? If we don't, I'll think about it non-stop and I don't want that so... please?" He asked. God, his puppy eyes were just like his father's!
"O-okay," she agreed, and the other voice inside her head recriminated her. "What the hell? Why did you do that for? How are you going to explain...? Angela, have you lost your mind?"
"After everything I've been through today can you blame me?" she said to herself, the inner monologue becoming louder and harder to grasp.
"This will be a fucking mess, sweetie," her other self noted.
"It already is," the hypnotist concluded. Entranced sex slave and almost killer in just a few hours was already bad enough. Encountering the only son of her former therapist and lover who had once caught them in the act in his house just added another layer of irony to it all.
It happened on a Monday afternoon. It was late October, and the rain had arrived in full strength to ruin everyone's Halloween plans. Though cold outside, the heat in the master bedroom was just starting though as Gregory dangled a prized possession before her lust-filled eyes.
"A pocket watch? Are you for real?" she cooed.
"Don't you know it's a classic, dear? It would be easy to put you under with it right now."
They were both naked, bodies entwined in wondrous passion, Gregory's hard cock nested between her succulent breasts.
"Are you sure you want me to go 'diaper' right now? I won't be able to tit fuck you if I do."
"You'll do that and so much more if you open yourself to it. Open yourself now, Angie."
She spread her legs, inviting him to go lower. Gregory grabbed her hair, pushed himself harder against her.
"That's not what I meant but if you insist..."
"Eat me."
"What?"
"Would it hurt you to do that for a change?" she teased, a solitary wet finger deep inside her pussy.
"I'd rather have you eat my cock again."
"I know which is why I'm asking otherwise."
"Asking or demanding? Because it felt like the latter," he thrust his erect member against her hard nipples, pre-cum dripping all over them and the clean sheets.
"What if I'm doing both?"
"Then you're being a brat right now. Are you a submissive brat, Angela?"
"I didn't even know I was your submissive, Gregory," she struggled against the weight of his body. His physical condition put many youngsters to shame, and he wasn't about to let go of his most precious bounty.
"The pocket watch says differently. Look at it, Angela. Do that for me."
"Eat me first," she looked away, her infectious giggle telling him she was growing into something else.
"Don't want to sleep, huh?"
"Neither do you."
He thrust his cock again, swollen balls sliding to her chin, and brushing her lower lip.
"Now you're asking for a bite," she threatened, and making good on her words right away. Gregory didn't even have time to scream, teeth grinding so hard it almost appeared as if he was being castrated by her young lover. He rolled to the left, a rag doll in pain while she laughed.
"Told ya."
"You're on fire, today."
"Not yet," she snatched the pocket watch from his numbing fingers. "I will be after you look at it though."
"So now you want to be the hypnotist?"
"If that gets you to eat me like I want you to, why not?" She purred, the chain wrapped around her fingers.
"I don't see myself as a subject, I'm sorry," he tried to snuggle against her. Angela pulled the bed sheets away and sat on his chest, legs crossed as if meditating.
