Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2017 07:58:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ronald Shearing <ronald.shearing@yahoo.com>
Subject: Starting with Simone Part 7 TG

Starting with Simone - Part 7

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Carla locked the doors on her Cavalier.

As we entered Carla's front yard, I could see Carla's house was small.
Single story, the front of the house was covered in gray cladding which
could have done with a lick of paint. There was a brown lawn at the front
of the house that had seen better days. Glancing round, the neighborhood
looked OK if a little tired. Similar units with several cars parked in the
street at various points. Couple of Star Spangled Banners out front of
houses across the street.

Carla pointed with the hand she was holding her keyring in, a slight jangle
as she moved her hand upwards.

"Small place, but cozy. I used to share with my girlfriend Lisa, but she
moved out a while back. It was a squeeze, I don't blame her. I do two jobs
now to cover the rent. Shifts at the food processing plant, any overtime
that's going, some extra hours at the nail bar over at the strip mall on
Linden. Covers the rent and leaves me some over to live. Just enough.
Clothes wise, it helps if I tell any new online dates to picture me in
their ideal sexy outfit, then ask the suckers to buy me it for our first
date. You'd be surprised how often it works. They always let me keep it
after. Especially if they're married. A lot of it is sex shop, sorry,
"Adult Store", shit, but some of it isn't. I've probably got a better
lingerie collection than Janice".

Carla let out a light chuckle. "Some of the tales I could tell".

Carla put her key into the lock on the white front door and opened it to
reveal a small hallway, about 10 feet long. I could see two doors either
side of the hallway, with what looked like the main entrance to the living
area at the end.

"Come on in", Carla gestured with her hand, "Straight through the back".

The moment of truth I guessed.

I walked past the two side doors towards the main room at the back.
Familiar scent of a freshly lit Marlboro. Behind me Carla said, "I'm gonna
make myself scarce for a while. Need to catch up on emails, I'll be in the
bedroom either you two need me".

The main room was larger than I'd anticipated. A small open kitchenette to
the left, smallish couch pressed up against the open serving hatch. Small
flatscreen on the right wall, cable box on a cabinet underneath. At a small
square 2-seater dining table at the back of the room I could see Simone
facing away from me. As I took a second step into the room, Simone turned
around to face me. My heart stopped in its tracks for a couple of seconds.

The first thing I noticed was Simone's hair. She wasn't wearing a wig. It
was too short. She'd had her own hair tinted, the brown of her natural hair
color was accentuated with light golden tints, randomly spaced, nothing too
obvious. She'd brushed it forward, but she had also teased some of the
lighter strands apart at the side and gelled them into soft downward spikes
and roughly tousled the main part of her hair on top. It perfectly gave
that "just out of bed" look that was so fashionable with a lot of the
younger actresses at the time, mainly the English ones. From Simone's now
clearly visible ears dangled two cut glass chandelier earrings.

Simone's makeup was done to perfection. Carla hadn't been wrong. Simone's
eyes were shaded in a combination of dark and light brown eye shadow, her
dark brown lashes mascara-ed so the beauty of her eyes radiated brightly.
Simone's lipstick was perfectly matched, she wore a subtle, almost powdery,
dark pink lipstick on her full lips, which gelled perfectly with the rest
of her look. This was a more natural style than I'd seen Simone wearing
previously. Subtler but at the same time so much more feminine. Sexier. It
hit me again. Simone truly was beautiful.

Clothes wise, Simone wore a loose, slightly torn dark beige thick sweater
dress with orange and black trim down one side of a long V-neck collar.
Open at the neck, the sweater dress hung down from Simone's shoulders to
just below her waist. Black matt cotton leggings tightly enclosed Simone's
feminine thighs and legs. At the bottom of the leggings, Simone wore a pair
of light brown Skechers, orange trainer socks just visible. I noticed for
the first-time Simone had quite small feet.

I can't really put it any other way, Simone looked sensational. Not only
sensational, but so utterly feminine. This was like having the girl of my
dreams stood in front of me. The REAL girl of my dreams. If any one of you
had seen Simone walking past you on the street as she was now, no word of a
lie, all of you would have turned around for a second look.

Simone gently dropped her lit Marlboro in a glass ashtray on the table and
took a few steps towards me. Then stopped. I guess she wanted me to make
the next move.

I couldn't help myself, I walked forward to meet her and we embraced, our
lips locking together as we kissed passionately.

Simone was first to pull back. She walked back to the table, picked up the
remains of her Marlboro, took one final pull, and stubbed it out. She
lightly took a hold of my hand and guided me to Carla's 2-seater couch, by
the kitchenette. Simone lowered herself onto the couch, I sat down beside
her.

"Ronnie, I need to tell you ..."

Before Simone could finish, I gently signaled her to stop.

"Simone, I'm sorry for being so off lately. There's a lot going on in my
head. A hell of a lot. To be honest the last three weeks or so have been
totally crazy. I started the summer ditching Dottie Mae. Then you burst
into my life. I discovered things about myself I had no idea were inside of
me."

Simone gracefully lit another Marlboro with a loud click of her lighter,
exhaled towards the ceiling.

"If I was older", I continued, "If my mom wasn't in the equation. If we
didn't have school. I'd take you as my girlfriend, and I'd say to the World
to go fuck itself."

Simone who had been pulling on her Marlboro nervously, smiled at me, her
beautiful eyes glistening. Laying her cigarette in the ashtray she moved
her face close to mine, ran her fingers gently over my right cheek and we
started once more to kiss.

Removing her lips from mine, Simone nibbled softly at my ear, then bit my
ear lobe a couple of times with a tighter press of her teeth. The
sensations I felt were electric. A slight joyous pain which ran through all
of my insides. Moving down slowly Simone then ran her tongue down my neck,
then reversing her motion, pushed her wet mouth and lips back towards my
ear again, the final soft loving bites on my ear lobe driving me wild. I
couldn't believe the feelings I was experiencing, it was like an itch that
had been driving me crazy being scratched.

I had slipped my hands down the back of Simone's loose dress, and was
running my fingers over the soft skin on Simone's tight back. I sensed my
cock stiffening. It felt like my cock was harder than it had ever been. How
many times had I felt that in the last few weeks?

Simone stopped suddenly, leaned back and totally removed her sweater dress
by pulling the loose neck line apart, letting it slide with a soft whisper
to the floor. I stared at Simone's bare chest. I realized this was probably
the first time I'd looked at it. When we'd made love before Simone had kept
her top on, or she'd been covered up. I looked at Simone's smooth lightly
tanned chest. Two protruding pert brown nipples. I instinctively leaned
forward and started to suck on Simone's left nipple, teasing it outwards
with my mouth until it popped back out from my lips, then I repeated the
action, swirling my tongue in a small circle at the same time. As once more
Simone's nipple escaped the pinch of my lips, she shuddered and let out an
audible gasp. I ran my tongue leftwards along Simone's chest and started to
suck on her right nipple. I teased it hard with short tender bites as
Simone continued to emit short almost silent gasps.

Simone bent further away from me and impatiently snatched down her leggings
from the waist, her dark brown sheer panties inside coming away in the same
motion as if connected to the leggings. I saw Simone's beautiful stiff cock
spring free. Stared at her cleanly shaven balls and the thin vertical line
of pubic hair above the stem of her penis. Kicking off her trainers and
socks with a couple of quick jerks of her feet, Simone was now totally
naked. I fumbled with the button at the top of my light green Lacoste polo
shirt and lifted it over my head, Simone simultaneously unbuckling my belt
to unzip my jeans. Between us we pulled my jeans to the floor as I kicked
off my trainers. We were now both completely naked.

Simone started to motion as if she was heading to my groin, but I gently
raised her face up to mine and started once again to kiss her deeply.
Simone, still locked in our embrace, straddled me on the couch, front to
front, and as we continued to kiss passionately she started to rub her hard
cock directly against my own erection. Simone arched her neck slightly away
from me and turned her face up toward the ceiling. As she did this she
started to moan loudly. At the first sound of Simone's ecstasy, I edged my
tongue out and started eagerly licking Simone's Adam's apple as we ground
our cocks together.

What seemed like a stream of pre-cum was seeping out of both our cocks
which intensified the sensations I was feeling massively.

Simone suddenly tensed and a jet of her warm sticky come splashed onto my
tight belly. I stifled Simone's shouts of pleasure as I thrust my tongue
into her mouth, more spurts of her goo now completely covering my own cock
and balls as Simone slowly dragged her spurting cock over my groin in a
smooth deliberate downward motion. That did it for me. My cock froze rigid
for a second, and then my own cum splattered onto both our pubic areas, as
I let out a deep LOUD primal groan.

I felt like I lost consciousness for a few seconds, that was how deep my
orgasm had been. As we tightly clasped together all I could feel was the
warm seminal cocktail of our body fluid joining us together. Simone gave me
a gentle lingering kiss and then pulled herself off of me and headed
towards what I presumed was the bathroom. As she crossed the floor I
noticed how femininely Simone walked, her gorgeous toned butt swaying with
each step she took, even though Simone was bare foot.

I sat there while Simone got cleaned up, then she re-entered the room,
still naked and threw me a towel. As I toweled my groin and belly, which by
now was covered in a cooling sticky mass of both our sperm, Simone pulled a
cigarette out of the pack on the dining table and deeply drew as she put a
flame to the end of her cigarette with her lighter. Walking to the bar
between the living room and kitchenette Simone opened a can of Coke, took a
small drink and then handed it to me.

"Ronnie, I want us to talk now. I need you to know some things. If you
don't want to be with me afterwards, I really think I've misjudged you, but
I have to take the risk".

I tried to reassure Simone that she didn't have to do this, but she held
her hand up firmly, showing me that she was determined to speak no matter
what I did.

I simply gave up the fight, and said, "Simone, if this is something you
feel you have to do, I won't stop you. I care too much for you to do that".

Simone sat down next to me, and I put my arm around her shoulder. We were
both still naked and it really didn't occur to me to dress. Simone took a
thoughtful pull on her Marlboro, expelled a thin blue jet of smoke towards
the doorway, looked into space, then started to speak.

"Mom's only had two guys since dad who have hung around longer than a
couple of weeks. The first was a guy called Donald. He'd flown in from
Europe for a two-month stint at the food processing plant. He was a
conveyor belt specialist. Carla had actually introduced him to mom at
McSorleys".

McSorleys was an Irish themed "pub" at the edge of town.

"He was late 30s, decent looking guy, greyish hair. Funny accent. He came
from Glasgow, Scotland. It was pretty obvious to me that he had a family
back home. Mom didn't seem to care if he had a family or not. After they'd
been on a few dates, Donald would often stay over. It got so he was at ours
more often than at his hotel. He drove a rental, large Ford Explorer. Red.
You probably saw it parked outside our house".

I did remember seeing the car middle of last year. Big fucker. At first I
thought Mrs. Blount had got a new car.

"Donald was pretty good with me. He would explain how the belt setup at the
plant was really complex. How things like peanuts couldn't go on some belts
because of allergies, how kosher couldn't go with non-kosher. Cheese, meat,
vegetarian, different belts like it was some giant model railway, it
sounded really neat. Like a great job to do. His company flew him round the
World. He told me about places he'd been. England, Canada, Holland,
Switzerland, South Africa. I thought he was cool".

Simone leaned sideways to extinguish her cigarette in the ashtray she'd
placed on the arm of the couch, then gently slid back into my arms.

"The Mom and Donald thing ended pretty suddenly. I knew things were going
south when one day I saw Donald sucking Wendy's tits through the porch
window. Donald was sat down, Wendy, standing topless, had gripped her tits
together with her hands, it was like she was leaning over feeding them into
his mouth. She was smoking a Camel which dangled from her mouth. I found
the smoking part intensely sexy. Anyway, I'd got home from book club early.
I managed to not let them see me, which was easy, when Wendy knelt and
started to suck his cock as he lay back on the couch. Donald wasn't going
to see me, he was lying back enjoying Wendy's frantic blow-job with his
eyes closed. I slowly walked back round front then waited five minutes.
Then I tried to get in the front door which I knew was locked, I
deliberately made a lot of noise. When I got back round to the porch they'd
straightened themselves up. Wendy was smoking a fresh Camel she'd just lit,
pretending she was reading a magazine. Donald looked pretty content so I
assumed he'd managed to dump a load down Wendy's throat in the time I'd
given them. I guess Wendy is a good cocksucker".

I was listening intently in silence. I heard Carla put some music on in her
bedroom. Sounded like older stuff, sixties I guessed. The music was fairly
quiet and didn't disturb Simone and me as Simone continued.

"It had to happen eventually. I was in my room one night when I heard the
shouting and screaming start. Mom had got back from a Yoga class, I guess a
bit earlier than Donald had expected. I quickly made my way to the top of
the stairs to see Wendy moving upstairs in a hurry. She was naked. As she
got close to me I could see that Donald had clearly jizzed all over Wendy's
tits, they were covered in shiny cum, a lot of it. Wendy was crying, locked
herself in the bathroom. Mom was screaming at Donald, telling him to get
the fuck out and never come back. Angrily pointing at him with a lit
Newport. Donald was naked and I could clearly see his big drooping cock
flopping about as mom continued her tirade. Donald was dodging mom's slaps,
he kept telling mom to calm down. Well actually in his weird way of
talking, he was telling mom to calm "doon". It's weird how he spoke I
realize now. Like English, but not really English. His accent was cool
actually. Like the guy in that movie Braveheart"

I eased my arm slightly to let Simone bend over and light another Marlboro.
I took another swig out of the Coke can, there was a little left so I
passed it to Simone, who drained the can then passed it back to me to put
back onto the worktop behind us.

"So, you wouldn't see the Red Explorer after that night Ronnie. The car was
gone, Donald was gone. For a few weeks mom would really argue violently
with Wendy, telling her she was a slut who had no right to fuck her
boyfriends. By the sounds of it, Wendy had enjoyed Donald's cock quite a
few times, mainly in the back of the Red Explorer. Wendy at first took
pleasure telling mom exactly what had happened and how often. After a few
weeks mom seemed to calm down, and her and Wendy made an uneasy peace.
Funny thing is Carla told me Donald had fucked her as well. Before and
after mom and Donald were an item".

Simone stayed silent for about three or four minutes, absent-mindedly
pulling gently on her Marlboro from time to time. I didn't interrupt. She
seemed peaceful, I didn't want to break the spell. Then she stubbed her
cigarette out. I knew it was time.

"Ronnie." Simone looked deeply into my eyes.

I knew what was coming.

"I want to tell you this. I need to tell you this. I'll try to keep it
brief, but I have to tell you what happened. I want you to know me, truly
know me".

I looked imploringly back into Simone's eyes almost silently begging her to
stop. Simone reached out and touched my face, gently kissed me on the lips,
then continued.

"Carla had told me what to expect that night she'd come over and took my
virginity. My boy virginity. She told me I had no option if I wasn't
prepared to run away from home. I kind of accepted what was going to
happen. I even practiced on myself by putting the vibrator Carla had left
me in my ass every night before I went to sleep. It got so it didn't bother
me much. In fact after a few tries it started to feel OK. Especially if I
jerked off with it still inside me. One Friday night mom hands me her make-
up bag and some of Wendy's old school clothes. Told me to put on a white
pair of knee-length socks and sandals, told me not to wear panties, just
the short skirt and Wendy's undersized 3-year-old white school sweater. It
must have been one Wendy wore before her tits sprouted, it was even tight
on me. Mom tells me to make myself up to look sexy. Her actual words. Look
sexy. My mom. I was her son for fucks sake. She gave me a blonde wig to
wear, pig-tails, it was like one you'd get in a costume shop, not a real
wig."

Simone thought about getting another Marlboro, stopped, then leaned back
into me tightly.

"Hold me Ronnie"

I squeezed my arm around Simone more tightly.

"I'm going to give you the short version. John Pierre joins me in my room.
He's wearing a thick bathrobe, he must have brought it with him, dad hadn't
left anything in the house when he left. Thankfully mom doesn't join us. He
gets naked pretty quickly, starts to kiss me, I don't kiss him back. He
sucks my cock, I can't even get hard, the hate I'm feeling, the
helplessness I'm feeling. I'm a slave. My own mom's slave. He puts on a
condom, one of those pink ones. Then he fucks me. All the time telling me
what a dirty teen slut I am, a dirty whore".

Simone's eyes are watering. She sniffs briefly.

"There was one more time after that. Same routine. Mom giving me her make-
up and some of Wendy's clothes. Same stupid fucking blonde wig. John Pierre
telling me how trashy I am, how worthless I am, how lucky I am to have him
in me, how he's an artist, he's going to be famous, as he robotically fucks
me till he's done".

Simone this time does take a Marlboro from her pack, lights it quickly,
tosses the lighter back onto the couch where it bounces and comes to a rest
on the floor by the table. I see a thick wave of smoke escaping from the
side of Simone's mouth.

"After that I took refuge at Carla's any time he was round. Mom had given
him what he wanted, now she wanted John Pierre all for herself. He kept on
trying to get me, he had my online profile. Eventually, one time he
desperately told me via Messenger that he loved me, wanted me to fuck him,
take HIS virginity. I decided I'd do it. I hadn't thought it through, Carla
really tried to put me off of the idea. In the end, I got John Pierre to
agree to Carla coming with me."

Simone looks down at the cigarette in her hand. Her eyes are not focused,
she's staring into space, remembering her pain.

"We went to his stupid studio, basically a big cold gray room out east. He
showed me HIS painting of me. He thought I'd see it as a token of his love
like the shit painting he'd done of mom. ME? That wasn't me, the flesh
colored blobs that seemed to have been painted over old random photographs
showed a person, a thing, with blonde pig-tails. I could make that much
out. HIS freaky idea of ME as a girl. The selfish bastard thought he knew
who I even was? He could see inside me? That thing in the picture had never
been me, and it never will be me, EVER, even if I live till I'm 100 as a
woman".

Simone carefully placed a long drooping piece of ash from her cigarette
into the ashtray. I thought for a moment she'd forgotten she was smoking.

"Anyway. Carla and him have a drink, I'm sticking to my Snapple that I'd
brought with me. He's not much of a drinker. We wait around 30, 40 minutes,
remind him why we're here. We manage to get him naked, except for his
stupid fucking boots, his "riding boots", 800 dollars' worth allegedly, all
the way from London, England. Buckingham Palace bullshit. I've had to wear
the stupid fucking cheerleader costume, and that FUCKING wig, he insisted
on that stupid FUCKING wig. It itched so fucking much. That wig had to die.
Anyway, Carla tells him she's filming, he's too drunk to care but he does
fish some fucking stupid costume ball mask out of a drawer. He's very
drunk, Carla was giving him treble the measures she was pouring herself.
Carla's given me a blue pill to get hard, I took it in the car when we'd
exited Sunrise. So, Ronnie, I do the deed. Thing is, before I did it I'm
thinking I've got to tell this bitch how fucking worthless he is, what a
self-centered rich boy with no original talent he is. A delusional shit no-
mark. Carla's filming, but I just can't bring myself to say anything. I
just violently fuck him and keep my anger inside, concentrated in my cock,
until my rage lets itself out as I come. I'm not wearing a condom, I fill
his rich boy untalented ass with my cum. Carla stops the filming, moves in
for a few stills. My cum seeping out his asshole, him lying back with his
shriveled cock and his mask hanging off of him. He's really fucking drunk,
semi-conscious, now flat on his back with this fucking abomination of a
painting of what is meant to be me on an easel nearby. Carla snaps a pic of
him with the picture in view, then takes 4 or 5 more shots. I move into one
of them, erect cheerleader chic, I guess, the blue pill is still working. I
wanted to slap his face with my cock. Before we leave I ask Carla for her
car keys. I push the main key into the middle of his shit painting and tear
it diagonally in half, I can still hear the loud ripping sound as I did it.
It was so intensely satisfying. Like I was killing off the fake schoolgirl
me, giving birth to the real female me. I throw a chunk of his shit canvas
on him, he's fully asleep now. I spat on his face, then Carla and I left".

Simone stubs out what is left of her mostly ignored Marlboro.

"We get home, well by home, I mean here, Carla's house. I stayed here a
lot. You probably didn't notice how much time I missed school last year".

I flinched. Simone was right.

"The bullshit cheerleader outfit goes straight into the garbage. Carla and
me, we grab a glass of wine, head out there".

Carla signals behind us with her left hand, towards where the back yard
must be.

"That fucking wig. We both light a cigarette, then Carla puts the wig on
her portable grill she has out there, gives it a squirt of lighter fluid
and we toast each other as it melts down in orange flames to a mass of fake
plastic shit".

Simone looks at me. Pauses. She's looking deep into my eyes.

"The fucker never came near me again. Although she didn't say it, I'm sure
Carla emailed him the pictures. He really was an arrogant asshole, thought
he had it made in the art World. Not two days later him and mom are an ex-
item. Mom's really upset. I literally didn't give a shit. Mom was freaking
out. I guess since she's made up with Wendy, she'll eventually make up with
me. But it's been longer. Maybe Wendy being away at college has something
to do with it".

Simone contracts her whole body against me suddenly, shivers.

"I'm cold, you OK if I get a blanket?"

I'd thought of getting dressed, but with Simone so emotional, it hit me
that keeping close together was just what she needed. What I needed. What
we both needed. I nodded my head in agreement.

Simone headed in the direction of the hallway and the room the sixties
music was coming from. It got louder as an unseen Simone, from my
viewpoint, must have opened the door to Carla's room. A few moments later,
Simone headed back to me carrying a thick woolen light blue and dark red
plaid blanket which we wrapped around our bodies as we once more squeezed
together tightly. The warmth and the softness of Simone's skin joined to
mine felt so natural, felt so right.

I hugged Simone tighter, and realized that my feelings had subconsciously
moved on from massive self-destructive jealousy to something else. I mean
in my youthful eyes it hurt so much to think of Simone being fucked by
another guy. But inside me, it was like I had moved onto a feeling of
wanting to protect Simone, of never letting her down. At 16, sudden intense
feelings can take a life of their own, there aren't many life experiences
to checkpoint against at that age. But at that time and place I felt I was
truly in love.

"Simone", I quietly said. "John Pierre was a bastard, it wasn't your fault.
Your mom is seriously unbalanced. She's the one should be in therapy".

I hugged Simone tightly under the blanket.

Then it slipped out, "I love you, Simone"

Our peace was broken as Carla walked into the room.

"Who's ready for some Pizza?"




To be continued