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BABY GIRL I

(Erik Ead trilogy, Book I)

KELLI. Rubbing lotion on my legs always made me smile. I worked hard to keep my legs in great shape. Even though running was difficult for me, I always ran. Eventually, I ended up with shin splints but I kept running, even with the pain. I often wondered if there was something wrong with me, because the pain seemed to motivate me. Working the lotion up my thighs, I flexed my butt muscles as I rubbed in the lotion. My butt felt so good in my hands.

My legs, thighs, ass, and pussy were so smooth. I shaved with a two-day-old five-bladed razor. I loved shaving with a fairly new razor. New razors always seemed to eventually cut me, but when one was a just a few days old, I loved the feeling afterward. Rubbing in the last of the lotion, I thought of Erik, and what he might think if he were to feel my legs tonight. I began to think of him, as my fingers slid up the inner part of my thigh. I felt a tingle, and I could feel the blood beginning to rush....Jesus, it’s getting hot in here. I itched for him. I couldn’t take it anymore. His text message with the list of suggestions was getting to me.

Right before I had left the coffee shop, he had sent me a text with a series of questions. His text, initially, kind of freaked me out but the more I read it, the more it kind of turned me on. I imagined that he knew exactly what he was doing and that he did it for a reason. His text was long and had a series of questions. As I read the questions, I became really uncomfortable in the realization that I was as comfortable with the questions as I was.

Erik Ead:Let me ask you a few questions. Think about these, Kelli, but do not respond. Be prepared to respond tonight. This isn’t a list of my wants, needs, or desires. It is a list of questions. Be prepared to answer how these questions make you feel. Whether or not reading them makes you want to immediately rush out and do each of the things isn’t important. I want to know how they make you feel when you think of them. Make no assumptions on how I expect or desire you to answer…

You’re standing in front of me with my arms around you. I look you in the eyes, and place my hands on your shoulders and say, “Get down on your knees, you sexy little whore, and suck your daddy’s dick like a good little girl.” Turn-on or turn-off?

We’re in a movie theatre watching a movie. You’re wearing a dress. The movie theatre doesn’t have that many people in it, but they are scattered about. I lean over and whisper in your ear, “Slide over here, Kelli, and get on my lap. Ride my cock. Fuck me, Kelli. Fuck me now.” Turn-on or turn-off?

We’re driving down the street, it is daylight. We’re in the city, in traffic. I tell you to suck my dick as I drive and that I want you to swallow my cum. Turn-on or turn-off?

You’re down on your knees, giving me head. My hands are resting on your shoulders. I tell you to look at me while you’re sucking my dick. We make eye contact. I slowly slide my hands to your head, and begin forcing myself in and out of your throat, making you gag on me until your eyes water. Turn-on or turn-off?

We walk in the bedroom. You’re wearing a dress. I step behind you. I place my hand on the small of your back and the other around your cheek, cupping your face. I turn your face my direction, and I kiss you. As we kiss, I slide my hand from your back around to your hip. With my other hand, I push your upper body down, bending you at the hips. Not a word is spoken. You bend at the hips, you hear my belt unbuckle, and pants drop. I lift your dress, and force myself into you deeply. Quickly, I begin to fuck you with such force that my balls are banging against your clit and my hips are slapping against your ass, forcing you into the bed. As I am fucking you harder and harder, my hand slides from your hip to your neck. You feel my hand tighten around your throat as I continue to shove you full of cock…turn-on or turn-off?

I read each one of them and read them again. Reading all of them turned me on. The more I read them, the more turned on I got. A part of that feeling, I was sure, was because of who sent them. The other part of the turn-on was what the questions were asking me to do or to consider doing. There wasn’t a part of the questions that didn’t turn me on. Just asking those things turned me on. Also, I began to wonder, as deep, mentally, as Erik was…if he wanted to know if it was a turn-on for me to read it, or if it was a turn-on for me to think it, or if it was a turn-on in my mind for me to actually do it?

I decided yes to all of the above. I was ready to discuss this with him. I wanted to perform for him, and I wanted him to be happy with my performance. I wanted to have him push me to my knees and force himself on me, telling me, Get down on your knees you little whore, and suc…The thought of it made me begin to get comfortably uncomfortable.

I have never been so concerned with what someone thought about me. I have always, in a way, used guys for sex. I have always used them to get what I want, and I have always left them before, or just as soon as, they decided that they were falling for me. I never wanted them to perceive me as being ugly, or awful sexually, but I didn’t really care, for the most part, what they thought.

Trying to decide what to wear has always been a task for me. Tonight, I walked to my room, picked out a summer dress to wear, and got dressed. Panties or no panties? Decisions, decisions, decisions. No panties. Flats or heels? Flats. Hair up or down? Down. Now, standing in front of the mirror, I looked for any imperfections. None. I checked my phone and found no messages. It was six o’clock. Maybe he got hung up at the biker card game thing. I took off my dress and sat on the couch in my flats and bra. I no more than sat down and the phone beeped.

Erik Ead:Call me

I pushed dial and immediately called him back. It rang twice, and he answered.

“Good evening, Kelli.”

“Hello. How was the motorcycle ride?” I asked.

“It was a great ride, thank you. Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, I am.”

“Are you home?”

“Yes, sir, I am home.”

“Come out front, I am parked in front of the front door.”

“You know where I live? You’re here?” I asked as I looked out the window toward the street. From the third floor, I could see the street and almost directly in front of the door I saw a black BMW M3 parked there. I wondered if that was him.

“Yes, and yes,” he responded.

“But…okay. I will be down in a second,” I said as I grabbed my purse and raced for the door.

I realized I wasn’t dressed yet and ran back to the couch and got dressed.

Erik drives me crazy.

As I got into the elevator and pushed the button, I wondered if that was him in the car or if he was on his motorcycle. I never thought to ask. I began to wonder about the series of questions that he texted me, telling me, think about these Kelli, but do not respond. I also remembered that he asked those three weird questions. Chopsticks, grapefruit, and going on interracial dates. Weird. He said he’d explain later, but he didn’t. Not yet, anyway. The elevator reached the street level, and I exited and walked toward the door that led to the street.

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