The Prude
By Laurel Magnolia
Copyright 2011 by Laurel Magnolia. All rights reserved.
First Smashwords Edition: July 2011
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The Prude
Martha sat in the chapel with tears flowing down her eyes. What would she do now? Her parents lay there in their coffins in front of her and she had no living relatives that she knew of. Martha felt all alone and really did not know what to do anymore. She was twenty three years old and had just finished her bachelor’s degree at an all women’s college near her home. Before that she had been home schooled and she did not have any friends or family. Now the only people she knew were dead and laying in caskets before her. The chapel had very few people. The Wrights had very few friends and poor Martha was all alone.
Martha sat in shocked disbelief. She and her family had been refugees from the Middle East during the first gulf war. Her father had betrayed a dictator and had fled the country. They took American sounding names and hid in a community that did not have many Middle Eastern people. They home schooled their daughter and then finally let her go to a woman’s only college nearby, when the second Gulf war resulted in the overthrow of the dictator Sadaam. They had a lot of money and Martha’s father had shown her how to handle it and where all of it lay. He had just never let her handle anything or have any sort of friendship or God forbid a relationship. Martha was young and remembered her life before America vaguely. But she had been told that if she dared reveal her true name to anyone, she would be risking death to her family and herself. They just went under the cover story, which was that her father was a businessman and had taken an American name when he moved here and so did the rest of the family.
The family may live in America, but they still followed the traditional ways of their country. Her dad had the perfect excuse of danger to enforce his tribal dictates on his wife and only daughter. They were never allowed to go outside without him and were never allowed to talk to males. Martha was homeschooled and finally after much convincing, her father allowed her to go to an all woman’s college nearby. But she had strict rules to follow and her father drove her to and fro everyday and she was never allowed to bring any friends home or visit other friends. She felt very awkward in the beginning, as she had not interacted with so many humans before, but slowly adapted. She became very withdrawn and rarely spoke in class. Going to college was like some big roller coaster ride for her-talking with people, different ideas; different mindsets-she was enthralled by the whole experience.
Martha’s upbringing and her father’s strict control of her life, ensured she never broke free of her moulded image of herself. She was the geeky girl with glasses, who walked with her head down and never talked with anyone unless spoken to. Her greatest freedom though was the internet. She spent hours at the college library. She read all kinds of books, both fiction and nonfiction. She read about her former country, the fall of the dreaded dictator Sadaam and the descent into utter chaos. She wondered if she had any relatives there, but never dared to ask her parents about that.
The sudden freedom also brought out strange feelings for Martha. She was beginning to feel the first pangs of attraction for the opposite sex. At home, she was not allowed internet privileges, except with her parents present. Now she was bombarded with images of men- young, handsome, muscular fit men. She had a deep longing to be with them and she did not know how. She searched through all the celebrity magazines and looked at the wonderful photos and dreamed of being with them. She looked through many of the sports magazines and looked at the incredibly fit, young, shirtless men and she was mesmerized by them. Her hormones were kicking in and she yearned to be with one of them. Her father had announced that he had arranged her marriage to an Iraqi, now that the regime had fallen and he would come and live with them. Martha wondered if he would be as handsome as these men. Would he look good or would be flabby? She could not even talk of these things at home and yet her yearning increased each day.
Martha was walking back to her car, when her classmates invited her to a party. “I have to study. We have the test coming up,” said Martha, barely looking up. “Oh we have to study too, come on, we are going to have a lot of boys coming to our party tonight and lot of booze and even some pot. Come on, it is going to be fun,” said Cassie. But Martha refused and said she had to study. Her classmates gave up and walked off. They all thought that she was a prude and some wondered if she was gay. As the years passed on and Martha refused any social contact, most people stopped talking to her and Martha felt all alone. Most people just thought she was prudish and many called her that openly and others called her gay and ridiculed her. She felt so alone in this sea of humanity. She could not talk about her own experience and life, because she feared for the life of her family. So everyone in college just thought her to be a rich, spoilt prude who didn’t want to connect with the masses-which was far from the truth-but that was the perception. In the beginning they just made fun of her and this made her withdraw into a shell. Slowly as the years went by, most people just ignored her. Her father drove in his big Mercedes and people just thought she was a spoilt, rich prude and stopped paying attention to her.
Martha really wanted to enjoy this life. She overheard the other girls talk about their sexcapades and longed to feel the touch of a man. She started to isolate herself from her classmates even more and retreated into an imaginary world filled with men. She couldn’t stop dreaming and at night, she pleasured herself multiple times. She was so tightly wound on the inside, yearning for men. Almost every day she went to the college library and scoured the internet for men. Then she graduated and was shut in her home again. Her father refused to let her get a job and she was too meek to fight back. Her father also announced her match with a guy from Iraq and she spent her time dreaming of him. She hoped he would look as good as the ones in the internet and magazines.
Then the accident stuck and she was left all alone. Her parents were dead. Luckily her dad had trained her in the finances-most of it was money received from the CIA for information and she knew how to handle the money and where everything was. But she really did not know what to do or how to live her life. She had not talked to this man from Iraq who she was supposed to marry-her father had already fixed the marriage. She really did not know what to do-her parents had planned all her life for her and now she was all alone in a strange country and did not know what to do. After the fall of Sadaam, the US government had lost interest in her father and so they had no contact for a few years. She did not know if she had any relatives back in Iraq and with all the violence, she was very scared to even find out. She had never travelled beyond her small town during her life in America. She felt desolate.
Martha walked back to her house-it was very close to the funeral home and cemetery. She sat in the cemetery and cried for a long time and then went home and cried for an even longer time. Days passed into weeks and then months and apart from walking to the store to buy groceries and cooking, she really did not do anything. Then one day, the insurance bill for the car came in for renewal and she realized she really did not know how to drive. Her father’s Mercedes was totaled in the accident by a drunk driver and she had received a nice settlement, along with life insurance money. But her father also had an older car and the insurance bill came in for that. She realized she did not even know how to drive. She perked up and realized she did not know a lot of things. Martha decided she would learn and move on with her life.
Martha knew her dad’s email accounts and all his business and her dad always talked about all the business with her, so she had been managing most of the money online. She slowly began the process of withdrawing that and transferring it into her accounts. She got the house and the car transferred to her name, as she was the sole beneficiary. Now she just needed to learn to drive and meet people. Perhaps she would go to a co-ed college. Martha blushed at the thought of boys and suddenly she remembered the internet. In her grief, she had jus laid down and barely done the essential things. But now she remembered her passion, her deep longing for boys. She started to surf the internet. It was eerie at first, to be able to surf the net without her father looking on. He kept it in his office. But now it was her office. She looked up her favorite sites and slowly started diverging into adult sites as the days wore on. She was enthralled by what she saw online-porn of every kind. Men of every race, shape and size doing everything imaginable to women and sometimes other men too. Her longing increased to unbelievable levels. She needed to have sex and have sex now.
Martha also stumbled on several safe sex sites and read about disease and pregnancy and now she became afraid. But she read everything she could about safe sex and decided she would have to take the risk. The phone rang, as Martha was glued to the internet and moaning in ecstasy at the porn images being streamed to her. It was Mr. Wells, the driving instructor she had set an appointment with. Martha had worked herself into frenzy. She imagined Mr. Wells to be a 20 something Greek God who would sweep her off her feet. She only had very modest clothes and cursed herself for not wearing something revealing-she had gotten the courage to wear a tank top and shorts-normal for girls her age, but to her this was the most revealing outfit she had worn. His voice sounded so deep and handsome on the phone and she wished she could dress like her classmates. But she decided this would do for the first test and she would get something sexier later. She rushed out and her heart came to a stop. Mr. Wells looked older than her father and must be over 250 pounds. He had a giant, white beard to boot. Martha’s dreams and projections came crashing down and she was crushed. She slowly walked to the car and got in and reverted to her demure self. Mr. Wells was a good teacher though and slowly Martha got her driver’s license and started to drive around.
After her experience with Mr. Wells, she retreated further into her shell and kept all her passion for the internet. She wanted to join a chat group, but was too afraid of being traced-but there was no one to find out at home. Martha desperately wanted to start going out and enjoy herself, but she just did not know how? She had never been to a dance or a nightclub. She had never been on a date and she really did not know what to do. Perhaps she wondered if she should hire an escort. But she was too scared to do that in real life.
Her toilet broke and Martha had to call the plumber. She called the first number in the yellow pages and it was a woman who took the phone. “Ok, we will send Randy right away-he can be there in four hours, if that is ok?” asked the woman. Martha accepted and waited. There were two other toilets in the house, but there was another pipe in the garden that was not working and she decided to have everything fixed. She just threw on her sweatshirt and pants and waited, surfing the internet.
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The bell rang and Martha walked slowly to the door. She barely paid any attention, while opening the door. She had lost all interest in life and just expected another Mr. Wells to walk in. Her eyes almost popped out of her sockets as she saw the man at her doorstep. “Hi, I am Chad, sorry Randy couldn’t make it. I am filling in for him, hope it is ok with you-you can call and confirm if you want,” said Chad smiling. Martha stared in utter disbelief. Chad was at least 6’4”, had long, brown wavy hair and was built like a brick house. Martha couldn’t say anything as she watched this beautiful muscled man and just nodded and looked away, afraid he might think she was staring at him. She was afraid he would know about her attraction. “Where is the broken toilet?”asked Chad. Martha pointed to the bathroom and mumbled something about the garden pipe too. “Huh, what did you say?” asked a smiling Chad. Martha almost swooned. She had never been alone with a man, much less a man as gorgeous as Chad. He was so gorgeous and all her buried urges were rushing forth. She struggled to contain herself and averted her eyes and pointed to the garden pipe and just managed to mumble something about it being broken. Chad walked over and Martha looked at his backside and fell waves of lust wash over her. He was so perfectly proportioned, with a very round behind and thighs and legs like tree trunks. Her hormones were going wild and she couldn’t contain herself. If her dad were here, she would have run upstairs, but now it was just her and her long suppressed desires. She wondered if he had bought a condom along. Luckily she had ordered some from the web, just to see what they were like.
She followed him and almost passed out as he sat down on his haunches and his jeans and his underwear slowly slid downwards, revealing a beautiful behind. She started to feel very hot and her heart rate shot up. She was in a sexual frenzy on the inside. Chad checked the pipe and asked her if the main was open. Martha could barely hear the words and nodded her head. She was so focused on him that she nodded no, worried he had noticed her staring at his half naked behind. Chad merely put some pressure on the old, brittle pipe and it broke and water gushed out and soaked him. Martha forgot her sexual feelings and rushed towards Chad and reached for the pipe, but slipped and fell on Chad and got soaked all over. “I am sorry, I am sorry, I should have tested it first, I will get this fixed,” said Chad as he burst out laughing. Martha burst out laughing too and it eased her anxieties. Both got up and Chad said he needed to turn off the main and he knew what the problem was and he would get the tools from the truck and fix it and the toilet too. He took off his shirt and Martha almost climaxed. He had perfect abs and his chest was very well developed and his long hair was all wet and just fell all over, making him look very wild. He had some hair in his chest and some down below his navel and Martha’s eyes followed the hair trail below and saw the very wet jeans hiding an enormous package. Martha felt very hot, despite being soaked in water and started to pant loudly. “You ok Ma’m” asked Chad, a bit worried. Martha looked into his eyes and was shocked and felt ashamed and wondered if he had seen her looking. She shook her head and rushed back into the house and rushed upstairs.
Chad followed and went through the backdoor and then the front door and got to his truck to get the tools. Martha rushed upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom. Her heart was pounding and she could not think rationally. There was a window in the bathroom that faced the street and Martha looked through it and watched Chad. He looked so handsome and his wet rippling body looked so animal like when he used his strong arms to lift the tools. Martha calmed down and slowly got a grip on herself. She realized her parents were no longer there and this was her life-to be lived any way she wished. She remembered the box of condoms and took it and then wondered if a man like Chad would be interested in a girl like her. She really did not have a good opinion of herself. Normally, she barely looked at herself in the mirror, but today she looked real hard. She let her long hair-which was always in a neat ponytail- loose. She shook her hair loose and removed her glasses-but she couldn’t see, so she put it back on! She took off her sweat pants and had a quick shower. She had a single dress that she had bought to impress Mr. Wells. Martha on a whim, decided to wear it. It was a white tank top with shorts. For most girls, this was just normal wear, but to Martha, this was the most revealing outfit she had worn. She was about to go check herself out in the mirror, when she heard Chad calling. She did not catch what he was saying and screamed that she was coming down and rushed downstairs. Unfortunately she forgot she was clutching the condoms and rushed downstairs.
Chad looked up and took a double take. Martha was beautiful before, but she looked gorgeous now. Her long black hair flowed all around her and her tight tank top showed her pulsating breasts. Her chest was heaving up and down and her breasts moved up and down. Her mid riff was so thin, that Chad felt he could hold her mid riff with one hand and her legs were simply divine. Chad had an erection and it showed in his wet jeans, almost bursting through to the top-but he barely noticed as he was mesmerized by this beautiful woman. Martha rushed downstairs, extremely nervous and panting, with a very high heartbeat. She did not realize the effect she was having on Chad and dared not look at him, for fear of being frozen by his sheer manliness. She rushed downstairs and just mumbled something. Chad noticed the condoms and said,” Condoms, now that is the stangest pass I have had from a person and Lord knows I have had many come ons working in people’s homes!” guffawed Chad. Martha was tremendously embarrassed and looked at him in shock and her face became red. She turned upstairs and started to run up.
Martha felt a hand over her arm. “Hey I didn’t say I didn’t like what I see,” said Chad. Martha stopped and turned and stared into his light green eyes. They were so divine. Martha’s legs almost gave out from the sheer excitement she felt. She felt waves of passion and fear and excitement and did not know what she would do. She froze as Chad slowly moved his arm over hers. She looked down again and breathed heavily. “Hey, you got beautiful eyes,” said Chad as he placed his arm under chin and lifted it up and looked into her eyes. “You are one sexy mama that hides under that geeky look,” said Chad, caressing her neck now and running his hand through her hair. “Hmmm, your hair smells so sweet,” said Chad as he sniffed her long locks. Martha was in heaven and her body felt so much pleasure, that she felt like she would explode.
Chad continued to explore her hair, neck and then slowly wrapped his hands around her back and slipped the tank top off. Martha closed her eyes as Chad pulled her closer in an embrace. Martha quivered with excitement as she felt Chad’s body against hers. She had seen it so many times on the internet, but that was nothing when compared to the real thing. She couldn’t believe she was with someone so gorgeous and most of all, she could not believe that he found her attractive. She gave in totally to Chad and feelings she did not even know existed took her over. Chad started to kiss her and she returned it. She had never kissed anyone before, but she just went along. Chad’s strong arms wrapped around her and were feeling her up all over. She moaned slightly and her arms slowly slipped down into Chad’s pants. She started feeling his body and was in such a state of ecstasy that she thought she had died and gone to heaven. Chad suddenly removed his arms from her and Martha was terrified that she had done something wrong. Chad merely slipped his pants and his underwear off. They dropped off to his knees and Chad embraced her again.
Martha couldn’t contain her pleasure anymore and slowly lost her inhibitions and let her long supressed desire take over her body. She wondered if people could die from too much pleasure. She slowly grabbed a hold of Chad’s cock and slipped another hand below and started to play with his balls. Chad was getting very excited and reached for her shorts and slipped them off. Martha felt them drop and they dropped all the way to the floor-she had forgotten to wear underwear when she changed. She wondered if he noticed and would think badly of her-then just smiled when she remembered what they were doing and continued enjoying Chad’s gorgeous body.
Chad’s arms were now busy playing with her heaving breasts and Chad loved the shape of her breasts. They were like champagne glasses-not too big and not too small-just the right size and he simply loved this shape. She had very big nipples and Chad slowly went down from nibbling her ears to nibbling her nipples. Martha was in heaven, as she felt up his strong arms, his throbbing manhood, that already was leaking pre fluid. Martha’s hands embraced him tightly and she felt his strong back, his big round buttocks, his wavy hair and his beautiful face. She couldn’t see his face anymore, as it was buried in her breasts. She loved the feeling of what he was doing and she loved the feeling of being embraced by this Greek God. Suddenly she sniffed him and almost climaxed again. His strong, manly, aroma mixed with sweat was intoxicating and she wondered if she could make it into a perfume and sell it. She was so turned on by the smell, the feelings he was creating in her, that she totally forgot that this was her first time. Her excitement was intense.
Chad was really turned on by this chick. He usually picked up someone at the bar and after a few drinks, most nights did not even remember. This chick was so excited that it felt like she had been just released from some woman’s only prison after ten years. Physically a lot of other woman went much further, but emotionally and on an energy level, this chick was intense and he somehow felt very different-like it was something deeper and more intense than anything he had had in a long time. Chad suddenly had images of Greta, his first. Both had just turned fifteen and it was out of this world. For some reason, she reminded him of Greta. Little could he guess that Martha was a virgin. Chad soon forgot Greta and devoured Martha. He got down on his knees and nibbled on her nipples and played with her breasts. Martha ran her hands through his hair and bent over and started to nibble his ears and felt up his strong body and strong arms. Chad could not get over her slim waist-it looked so perfect-he nibbled on her belly button and Martha lost control of herself and started moaning softly. The pleasure she felt was intense as Chad slipped one hand into her vagina. She moaned even louder and bit her own finger slightly.
Chad felt even more intense and he wanted to consume and devour her. She felt so divine, so sweet and innocent and yet so sexy and hot as fire. It was a rare combination and he felt so consumed by passion. He caught sight of the giant sofa and lifted Martha off her feet and took her over. He remembered to pick up the condom pack that she had dropped and bought it with him. Martha felt like she was in some fantasy world, her body heaving in passion and anticipation as she was carried across the room. She could feel what was about to come and her body, soul and mind all wanted the same thing. Every part of her wanted him inside her. The sight of Chad carrying her across drove her to ecstasy and the sight of Martha’s arched body heaving in anticipation made Chad mad with desire. He felt like he needed to consume her and she was very excited.
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Chad placed her gently on the sofa and started to lick and nibble her all over-he simply could not get over those shapely breasts with the thin midriff and a beautiful vagina that was not shaved or tampered with in any way. Chad really liked them natural and this girl was not only natural, but gorgeous. Her skin was smooth as silk, her hair smelt liked the most exotic perfume, her body was just right, not gym toned, but just so feminine and inviting. The more he played with her, the more Martha moaned in pleasure. She simply could not take it anymore and reached out and grabbed Chad’s throbbing dick and started to play with it. She played with his scrotum and as she massaged the rod underneath, Chad felt pleasure like he had never felt before. This girl was intense thought Chad and he dived into her vagina, licking it and slowly nibbling and playing with her breasts and sliding his hands around her sensitive side legs. Martha moaned even more and felt so much pleasure that she couldn’t move. She felt so intensely passionate and almost did not where she ended and where he started.
Chad slowly slid one arm towards the condom pack and quickly opened one. He slipped got up and slipped the condom over his dick and Martha watched enthralled. He got on the sofa on top of her and she lifted her legs and widened them instinctively. Chad leaned over and started to kiss Martha and Martha felt his strong body and smelt him again. Chad played with his erect dick and teased her, by rubbing it against her, without penetrating. He slid it back and forth over her vagina and she started to get very excited and moaned and started to enjoy him and longed for him to enter her. Her pleasure was simply indescribable. Chad slowly entered her and she moaned even louder and held on to him. Chad started to pump harder and harder and she instinctively moved back and forth. Her body felt like it was on fire and Chad went back and forth, increasing his speed and thrusting faster. Martha was in so much pleasure and yet felt pain. It was a strange mix of ecstasy and fear. She almost wanted to ask him to stop and yet another part wanted him to pump harder and harder. She felt him inside of her and this strange sensation made her feel like she was going to explode. Martha started moaning loudly and at the same time started to grab hold of Chad harder and harder. She grabbed a hold of his mane and pulled it slightly and grabbed a hold of his strong arm muscles and braced tightly and slightly nibbled into his arm.
Chad barely felt anything a she ploughed into her intensely. He grabbed a hold of her heaving breasts and started to nibble on them while he was pumping her. Martha was overcome by waves of ecstasy and pain. She instinctively relaxed and felt the pain go away and now felt a lot more pleasure. She relished the feeling of the strong manly stud pumping her and nibbling on her nipples. Her ecstasy knew no bounds and she wanted to be a part of him and take as much of him as possible. She wrapped her legs around his torso and started to caress him with her legs. She became more and more relaxed, though occasionally felt a bit of pain-but realized that the more she relaxed, the more pleasurable it became. Chad had not fucked such a tight hole in such a long while and he really got into it. He felt more like an animal and totally forgot the world around him and pumped as hard as he could. Martha was increasingly transformed into states of consciousness that she did not even know existed. The pleasure she felt was so intense, that she started to moan loudly and make some noise too. She embraced him ever tighter and wanted him to come inside her. She could feel his energy shift and realize something was about to happen. She let go with full abandon and really started to enjoy it even more and it was really difficult to tell who was doing what-they became one mass of writhing bodies. Both were so in tune with the other, that they instinctively knew how to pleasure the other and were driving each other mad with pleasure. Chad started to feel like he was going to ejaculate and Martha started to moan and groan. Chad pumped harder, real hard and Martha let out her biggest sound yet as she climaxed and Chad climaxed right after, screaming loudly. Martha looked at him in pure longing and softly stroked him, as Chad pulled his cock out and took the condom filled with his semen out. Martha stared at the condom and at Chad’s naked body and started to stroke Chad and slowly and shyly slid her hand onto Chad’s still erect organ.
Martha slowly got up and hugged Chad from behind him. After the sex, she felt a bit shy again-almost like her old self, but she also felt very deeply contented. With one hand she played with Chad’s erect member and with the other she stroked his beautiful body. She started to sniff his hair and nibble his ear lobes. Chad got up and Martha looked at his beautiful muscled butt. She laid her face on it and began to stroke it with her face and put an arm under it and played with Chad’s still solid dick. With the other arm, she played with his chest, abs and his nipples. Chad started to get excited again and turned around. He thrust his erect dick around her face and slapped her face a few times with his dick. Chad then shoved it through her hair-he loved her hair- rubbed it against her ears and her face and slowly directed it to her mouth. Martha felt frightened-she had seen it on the internet so many times, but did not know what to do now. But desire overtook her doubts and fears and she slowly swallowed it. She licked it first, then played with his balls and then slowly took it in. Chad slowly shoved it in deeper and deeper and she felt like gagging. Chad slowly asked her to relax and coached her through it and then she got better. Chad pulled it out, as she could not seem to get over the gag reflex. Chad got another condom, put it on and then lifted Martha up and slowly placed her on his hard cock again and slowly started to pump while lifting her up. The sight of boobs juggling up and down while he rode a girl always turned him on and this girl had the perfect boobs. Chad pumped harder and harder and Martha could not believe what was happening. She could not believe Chad was so strong. Chad pumped harder and harder and Martha relaxed and eased into him and felt her whole body vibrate with the pleasure. Chad was in ecstasy and Martha started to moan and groan and was really enjoying it. This was simply divine as she looked down on Chad’s beautiful face-his nose and his eyelashes, oh she felt like she could taste him. She wanted to embrace him so tight and throw all he energy around him and wanted him totally inside of her.
Chad was simply mesmerized by the sight of the perfectly shaped boobs flopping all over and couldn’t stop staring at them as he pounded her. Both were enjoying it intensively, when Chad could contain it no longer and he came and Martha climaxed again right after him. She wanted him to hold her up like this for ever. She felt so safe and protected in his powerful arms and her body was in divine ecstasy. Chad could not remember when he had so much fun and he buried his head into her breasts and started to suck on her large, dark nipples, while his still erect cock was still inside of her.
Chad could hear his cell phone ring. “Oh fuck, that is the dispatcher, I better pick that up or they get mad, “said Chad walking towards the phone, with Martha still lodged in his cock. Martha balanced herself as he walked to the end of the couch and sat down, she grabbed on tightly and she felt his power and his gait and almost felt like climaxing again. Chad sat down on the couch and picked up the phone, “Hello Chad here, hmm, ok, hmm, ok, pretty much done here, be there,” said Chad. Martha nibbled on his ears again and felt up his strong muscles and reached down and felt his abs. She wished this moment would last forever. But she knew Chad had to go. “Uh, sorry, I got to go. Randy who was supposed to come here went to service our biggest client and fell down and slipped and pulled a tendon. I need to get over there and fix it. That apartment complex is our biggest client and I need to be there right away. I just told them I fixed your problems. I will come back when I am off duty and fix them for you and fix any other plumbing that needs to be fixed-how about that? “asked a smiling Chad and he winked at her. Martha managed an ok and she got off him and he removed the other condom and threw it in the trash. Martha watched his muscular physique walk around naked and wanted to jump on him and devour him, but he needed to go. Chad packed up, dressed up and gave her a passionate kiss and said he would call her and come back as soon as he got off. Martha felt him up again and his smelt his intoxicating smell again and they embraced passionately. Chad gave her a kiss and he left and said he most probably would be free tomorrow night, but would call and confirm.
Martha smiled and watched Chad’s shapely body pick up all the tools and place it into the truck. They waved each other Goodbyes and Martha laughed when she remembered all the classmates at college calling her a prude. She wished they could see her now!
About the Author
Laurel Magnolia has been a lifelong corporate drone and now enjoys writing fiction. The Prude series are a series of short stories about a very prudish girl originally from the Middle East, who finds sexual liberation here.