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Alexandra and Kevin lay sprawled over each other, arms draped over legs, breathing in deeply, post coitus. The sheets were slightly moist from their shower and hasty towel off. Kevin lay facing up with his head at the foot of the bed while Alex lay face down to the right with one leg over his midsection. Kevin considered Alex?s extended leg as it lay next to his face. He found the sculpted calf, fine boned ankle and high arched irresistibly sexy. Until minutes ago she?d been walking around in heels, showing off her strong limbs and bubble butt. And those dimples. ?Nice stems, honey,? he said. ?Mmm. Thanks. Is that your cock I feel lifting my thigh?? Kevin?s cock tightened with desire under Alex?s other leg. Her left foot lay on his chest. Alex swished it back and forth through his chest hair languidly. He stroked her butt in time with her foot. ?Maybe.? ?How can you be getting hard again? My poor pussy is sore.? ?How about your jaw?? ?Well, no, my mouth barely did any work, you just fucked my throat. Besides my jaw is used to it.? ?Used, anyway,? he mused. ?Can I ask you about that?? ?Sure? Open book over here.? She stroked his chest reassuringly with her foot. He hoped she?d be open to talking about her past. ?When did you learn to be so... articulate ?? ?Oh, nice one,? she said sarcastically. ?I told you... first boyfriend.? ?Did he love your mouth as much as I do?? ?Hey,? she said sternly, ?is there any part of me you don?t like?? ?Your mother?? Wow, what the hell was he thinking bringing up the mother. ?What? Mom?s a sweetie. Also, and this is really lucky for you, we?re not conjoined.? ?Agreed. And you?re perfect. As for your mother... when you?re not looking I catch her giving me that librarian look. Like she just caught me highlighting a Gutenberg.? Alex laughed. ?Next time she gives you that look, I want to you remember what you did to me today.? ?Oh, god... that is cruel.? Kevin honestly quailed at the thought of meeting her again after today. ?Relax. You know... Mom?s is just protective. In some ways.? ?Did she give.. that guy, your first, ?that look??? ?Who, Clayton? No, he walked on water in her eyes. Probably still does. She?s never been judgmental and.. uh , the seed didn?t fall far from the tree.? She concluded, ?she?s giving you that look for some other reason.? ?Really, what makes you say that?? Her mother was like her? Cynthia, Alex?s mother, looked like her daughter might in two decades if she really took care of herself. The differences were minimal even now. Cynthia had crows feet, darker eyes and larger breasts but otherwise looked more like an older sister than a mother. Kevin had to admit she was a MILF. Not that he would. He couldn?t imagine the conservative career surgeon behaving like her daughter had today. Alex had to mean something different. ?Well she?s probably worried you?ll hurt me.? ?No, no, I mean about the seed and the tree.? ?Oh... Mom kind of eats men like snacks. She did it off and on during my pre-teens before she settled down with... this guy. And I know she ate Clayton... uh , after I went off to college.? ?Ooooo the plot thickens. You need to spill the beans.? ?What happened with Clayton is complicated,? she was hesitant to say everything. ?After she found out about everything, Mom associated him with fixing things. He really was a big help as a friend and then as a lover,? she said. ?Get to the eating him part.? Kevin pushed Alex?s leg down his body and used it as leverage to sit up. Alex whined a complaint. He?d never heard about her past in detail. Kevin assumed her reticence was like his, part politeness and part fear. But he wanted to be intimate with her. He needed a way to get her to open up about anything. Also, he wanted the skinny on her mother?s scandalous behavior. Maybe it would take the stink and out her stink eye. ?How about telling me the story, you can leave the icky bits out.? ?Look, I?d need to put the story in context to really talk about... everything ... anything . It's not all puppies and roses,? she said. ?I want to know, good and bad. But I don?t have some creepy need to know the darker stuff.? ?That?s... considerate .? ?No, it?s informed,? Kevin explained seriously. ?I had a girlfriend in college who was ?got into trouble?, I think they called it. She reported it to campus authorities. She got asked about the event by three or four admins and then, eventually, had to deal with the mersin escort (http://www.escortmodeli.com/) police. Nothing happened, either. I learned it?s better to be there for her than know what happened.? -- ?Wow.? Alex wiggled her ass at him suggestively. ?But, are you sure you can take the good parts?? Alex wondered if she could take telling them. Oh sure, she?d put the bad stuff in her past behind her and she?d come to understand her own proclivities in college. But she was still squeamish about showing Kevin just how big a slut she really was. And there were worse things than being a slut. Could she tell him? Would he reject her? Was he the one to tell it all too? ?You need to know...? she hesitated. ?Relax. Tell me what you?re afraid of,? he said. ?Please trust me, I won?t let you down.? ?Do you know when I say ?slut? it makes me hot?? Might as well start with the easy stuff. ?Hhmm . . mmm,? he said shaking his head slightly as he stroked her ass. She pushed forward with it, ?It makes me hot because it's true. It?s hot because it?s my secret revealed.? Alex?s felt a flush down her spine and into her womb. She exhaled and relaxed into the mattress. Suddenly Kevin?s hand moved off her ass to cover her pussy. With her right leg extended and her left bent and propped up across Kevin?s thighs, she was completely exposed to his attentions. She gushed some more at the thought. ?Wow, you?re ready after all,? he said. Gently he pressed the thumb into her and firmly pressed her labia and clit between his fingers. Alex groaned with pleasure, suddenly at a loss for words. ?I was shocked the first time I heard ?slut? used pejoratively,? he said. ?It never occurred to me that sluts were a bad thing. I mean, who doesn?t like a girl who likes and has sex? Hell the key to world peace is probably ?more sluts .? Most suicide bombers are virgins. If they got laid maybe seventy virgins would seem like the bad deal it is.? Alex laughed softly. Kevin?s manipulations were teasingly light. She humped into his hand trying to get more friction. He continued, ?The simple fact is, people are either jealous or possessive. Either way they?re threatened by a woman who likes sex and acts on that desire.? Kevin moved his hands with her humping so she remained frustrated. ?Uh uh,? he teased, ? not yet.? ?I get hot when you call yourself a slut too. Hotter than when I call you one. Know why?? ?Hmm, mmm,? she said. ?Because it?s exactly what I want. I?m with a beautiful woman who loves sex and she?s choosing to have it with me. It?s affirming. It strokes my ego, to be honest.? Emotion welled up within Alex. ?I.. I don?t know what to say.? ?I do. Tell me your story,? he said. She felt him withdraw and then lay down beside her, his right leg lazily sprawled over her ass. ?And don?t leave out the bits about your mother being a cock hound, either.? ?Oh my God. Don?t talk about my slutty mother like that,? Alex sputtered in mock anger. Alex toyed with the idea of telling him everything, even about her mother. For now, she settled her own story. Alex?s Story Where to start. I think probably with my childhood. Mom got knocked up just before her sophomore year in college. I never knew who my dad was. Until I was sixteen all my mother would ever say was, ?he has great genes.? It is important to know she wanted to get knocked up and had no intention of either having more kids or quitting school or settling down. She made that clear from the beginning. I was not an accident. Anyway, she enrolled pre-med in college, determined to be a surgeon. She missed the spring semester of her sophomore year to have me and then left me with Grammy and Gramps in the fall. I saw her on summer breaks. Our family has money so she didn?t need to work summer jobs for school. Summers and breaks were packed with fun. Mom made sure she got the most of her time with me. Essentially, I had three parents. And it was my Mom, not my grandparents who spoiled me. My grandparents never, not once, had anything negative to say about Mom getting knocked up or putting education and career first. More significantly, they clearly showed pride in both of us. One of my earliest memories is of the three of us watching Mom graduate medical school. Basically, my early childhood was unconventional but idyllic. When I was eight Mom switched residency programs to San Francisco. She moved and took me with her. Mom got an apartment, found a nanny, and went to mersin escort bayan (http://www.escortmodeli.com/) work. Her hours were crazy but when she wasn?t on rounds or in surgery she was with me. I went to visit Grammy and Gramps for summer breaks. From then until I was thirteen mom stayed single. I came to understand she had a stable of guys but none were serious and I never really met any of them. She was focused on me and her career and I think guys were recreational stress relief . I didn?t think about it much at the time. But I do think I imprinted to that mindset. That all changed when I came back from break one summer. She had a regular guy, Phil. Fucking Phil, I liked to call him. We loathed each other. Eventually he moved in. Mom, remaining unconventional, didn?t marry him, but his presence effectively ended my blissful childhood. One good side effect... I decided to accelerate my high school education and get out fast. The added load at school decreased my social activities so I missed some of the milestones of early teendom including rebellion, dating and ? ah, aesthetics. Anyway, things got worse the day I got back from summer break with Grammy and Gramps. I was sixteen by then and about to start senior year. Mom was working nights again. Fucking Phil had been laid off. For the remainder of the summer I couldn?t escape him at all. Phil and Mom fought openly. I got the impression his lack of job was affecting his ?job performance? and both of them were grumpy about it. Tension in the house was palpable when both of them were home. Eventually, Phil began looking at me like a wolf looks at bacon. I couldn?t get away from his leering gaze. So I stopped grooming. Hairy pits and legs, full bush, no deodorant, no shampoo, baby fat, braces and BO. I looked and smelled horrible. I nearly stopped eating, too. Finally, I padlocked my door. Mom noticed that change more than she noticed Phil being creepy. But she seemed diminished by her their war, as if she didn?t have the strength to be curious about why I?d gone crunchy. It hurt me deeply. Previous years at school, I?d been the friendly-happy-semi-popular-cute-nerdy girl no one could pin a convenient label on. They pinned one on me the first day back that year: freak. I earned instant pariah status. But I was also on course to be Valedictorian. In mid-September, just after getting my braces removed, the principal assigned me to tutor a jock back from the brink of ineligibility. That?s how I met Clayton. He was a ringer they brought in on my Junior year. He played three different sports. Clayton was a tall wall of muscle and regally handsome. I mean, a young Denzel Washington, handsome. Even at sixteen he looked at everyone calmly, as if they were his subjects. He shook my hand, politely, eloquently introducing himself. My first thought was, ?what does this guy need a tutor for?? My second was, ?how am I going to get him naked?? For the first time in my life, I felt flustered at the sight of a man. I definitely wanted him. But he was way the fuck out of my league. Especially now. Usually, they assign multiple tutors. But I was Clayton?s only tutor. I think the principal was hoping to lower my GPA with the extra load, lowering my grades in hopes to avoid seeing a freak on the podium at graduation. We?d have study sessions at my place two nights a week, after practice, and Sunday afternoons. Phil and Clayton hated each other instantly. I could tell Phil was intimidated. Suddenly, I was able to keep Phil at bay three days a week. It made me like Clayton, not just tolerate and lust after him. Clayton caught my mother?s eye and he expended effort to charm her, which sent Phil into a tailspin. Clayton didn?t say an impolite word to Phil but treated him coolly. Phil let out his inner bigot, but only when I was home alone with him. I hated him. It took me two or three sessions to discover Clayton was at least as smart as me, if not more. ?Boy, Clayton, Ms Anderson is a stupid bitch,? I blurted out. Clayton laughed. ?What?? ?She hasn?t noticed you sandbagging. These last two trig tests. You got partial credit on every problem for a 70% total.? ?Yeah, I?m not that good at math.? ?No. If you?re bad at math you get 30% completely wrong. How did you get partial credit to so closely match the minimum average you need to pass?? He gave me an appraising look. I said, ?Don?t bullshit me.? ?On the first test I calibrated how much escort mersin (http://www.escortmodeli.com/) each step in a problem counted toward the total by getting some parts correct and some wrong. I then resolved to get 70% credit , on average per problem, for the remaining tests,? he smiled at me winningly. ?Ms Anderson may be a dumb bitch, but she grades consistently. If a problem has four steps each is worth a quarter.? ??Calibrated?, so you are faking dumb in English too?? ?Below average is not dumb,? he corrected. ?I sleep through English, History and Econ, but I record everything on this,? he pulled a small digital recorder from his bag, ?so I know the assignments and stuff. I play it back while I?m running laps,? he gave me a sheepish look. ?I?m super good at math. I completed Trig and high school algebra by sixth grade. Then, I started getting taller, shooting up and out.? He flexed an arm comically. ?So everyone wanted me to play ball. I was good at that too. So...? he shrugged. ?So why sandbag?? ?You tell me. Why are you sandbagging?? he countered. ?What?? ?I?ve seen your mom. She is a fine woman. I?ve seen recent photos of you around the house. You were happy and just as fine if not more so, even with the braces. But I?ve never seen you smile. And you look and smell like a vagrant.? He had been looking at my pictures? I was flattered but... I smelled that bad?! ?I don?t want to talk about it.? I said stubbornly. ?Vagrant,? I muttered. ?Does it have something to do with Phil?? he said neutrally. The shock must have shown on my face. He nodded to himself and I could see he was getting angry. Clayton rose to leave. I figured something bad was about to happen to Phil. I snatched at Clayton?s hand, preventing him from leaving. It was our first touch. I would like to say sparks flew. But, nothing. I just stopped him. ?It?s not what you think,? I said. And then I told him. It was difficult to do. Especially to a guy I liked. But somehow, saying it out loud to someone safe lifted a load for me. Instead of freaking out, or crying, I progressively calmed. ?I do it out of necessity,? he said, referring to sandbagging. ?Back home it?s not cool to stick out, be smart. And being very smart? Deadly.? ?What, you mean? Like in the hood?? ?What? No I?m from the central valley.? I turned beet red. ?It?s just not cool to be smart in my old school. So I?ve always hidden how smart I am. When I got transferred here, I kind of fell into the routine and into expectations. I made solid Bs in my old high school but this is a private school and they expect me to struggle for a while at least.? Pointing at me, he added, ?hence the tutor.? ?So stop sandbagging and make the grades.? ?I will if you do,? he said. ?Phil,? I said. ?I?ll take care of Phil.? That was ominous. The fact was, if he stopped leering I?d gladly shower. ?What are you going to do?? ?Nothing bad, just smart. Trust me.? ?Okay, but you have to take care of Phil first. I?m trusting you,? I decided. ?No, I need you to clean up now for my plan to work, I think. Can you do it?? I looked around the room. Piles of laundry were everywhere. ?I got a lot of clothes to wash.? ?And hair and teeth and body too, pee- eww !? he said holding his nose above a charming smile. ?And I want to keep you as my tutor. You?ll get credit for my new scores.? ?Okay, but A?s not solid B?s .? -- Like escaping a cocoon, I removed layers of grime and tangled hair. Unable to work out the tangles, I sheared off my long black hair. Poor eating eliminated my baby fat. But unexpectedly I?d grown and inch and my breasts grew a size (still only Bs ). I amazed my schoolmates. I looked so good most people thought the chopped hair job was a style. Some people thought I was a new to school . Mom looked relieved to see, ?the real me return.? Phil leered at me more, but somehow I had armor. Amazingly, Clayton?s attitude toward me didn?t change at all. He just whistled the first time he saw the new-old me and then we studied in silence and on separate subjects. A week later we had Phil cornered. Clayton?s plan was simple. Every day after study, he would corner Phil and chat him up like he was trying to be friends. Everything was recorded, too. Clayton started slow, talking about sports or about how hot I was all of a sudden. Then he asked why Phil thought I might have gone to seed. And why I was suddenly looking hot again. Eventually, Phil confessed to Clayton what he?d like to do with me. Phil was not a smart man. Clayton and I planned the next steps together. I wanted to play it for Mom first, but Clayton advised we chase Phil off first. I submitted, trusting all would go well and we?d permanently deal with Phil.