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Phoebe in UtahDisclaimer: This story is not true, but I wish it were. - Mrs. 'Crow.My Dirty Little Utah Saint (Phoebe Wears No Halo) - Jan 29th, 2005 1:27:12 am EST I am so bummed and in such need of alcohol. I am in Utah. This place sucks above all others in the United States. Worse yet, Muntzy is on assignment in Brazil again. I want to die. The money I am getting to do this consulting bullshit with some folks at Brigham Young University is not worth it. I hate my luck and my greed sometimes. Provo is my idea of hell. I don't mean to offend my Utahn readers, but most people in this God-drenched city remind me of my lovely parents with their annoyingly perfect Christian ways. They weren't Mormons. They hated Mormons, but they were close enough in principle. Thank goodness my grandmother was a closet secular humanist and grandfather was cool, otherwise I would've killed myself. Fortunately, not all of my fortunes have been cursed, even if the circumstances turn tragic in the end. One of the assistants working on a rather interesting project at BYU involving vitamins and cancer, took a keen interest in my work after I briefed the team with a boring and thoughtless orientation presentation I needed to give them. I might be a wild party girl, but my public speaking skills leave a lot to be desired. I hate lecturing people. It makes me feel like such a dull nerd, particularly since need to maintain a high level of decorum. Scientists really have a low-tolerance for smart alecks in academia. Anyway, in between talking shop and working; this one nice Mormon girl developed a great interest in anything I had to say. That encouraged me. Boldly, I hinted at my adventurous nature. Stevie claimed that she didn't want to know, but I could tell she wanted to by her curious inquiries. Stevie told me that she was going to play indoor volleyball with some of her church friends after her shift and asked me if I wanted to join her. I wasn't sure, it was really hard to say no to her. Especially since I missed Mr. Muntz as much as I did (and still do.) I needed a break from work anyway and my contract only required me to work eight-hour days. I figured there'd be no harm in playing games with angels. I figured that was about as close as I was going to get to watching jiggling boobies in Provo. To my disappointment, I got a lesson on the Mormon dress code. Oh well, at least they had cute faces. After the game, Stevie invited me for dinner at her sister's home. I agreed, knowing that my pretty half-Columbian friend had me completely entranced. When we got to Stevie's house, she found a note on the refrigerator. Her sister and her family had gone off on some community service project at church like good sheep, and weren't planning to return until early in the evening. My friend seemed a little disappointed, but decided to make some Indian food. The results were delicious, but garlicky-oniony asafetida spice that she used made the place smell like ass. Indian spices require a great deal of restaint, and poor Stevie did not possess such talent. At least she tried. Over dinner we chatted about a range of topic from enzymes to boyfriends. Stevie generally giggled about everything and delighted me with her gift of gab. Unfortunately the stench of asafetida gave me a headache. I told her that the odor was putrid. She agreed and asked me if would help her search for candles. We looked everywhere to no avail. Finally, she walked me to her bedroom as she excitedly related her enthusiam for her upcoming career in science. As I examined the attractively organized room, Stevie slyly planted a kiss on my cheek with a titter. I felt rather surprised, yet I didn't hesitate to kiss her back. Stevie had very thick lips that felt quite soft against mine. I laughed at my new friend. "What was that for?" "I was just curious," she explained with a mischievous smile, "and you talk so freely about your sex life. I've never met anyone like that." My laughter rose from my belly. My idea of restrained speech turned out to be an aural aphrodisiac to my black-haired hostess. We collapsed onto a mattress on the floor that presumably served as her bed. Kissing all the way through the fall. "It still stinks here," I protested. She reached over to light a patchouli and sandalwood candle on a saucer and told me not to worry. I pulled a pair of kitty-ear hairclips from my pocket and hastily affixed them to my hair. Stevie bursted into another giggle fit. "Why are you putting kitty ears on your head, Dr. Phrodos?" "Don't ask, and it's Phoebe to you missy." The air took on a strange aroma. Patchouli and sandalwood waged in battle against asafetida. I knew that the strong woodsy scents would eventually win. However, the odor continued to play a number on my stomach. "Damn! It still smells like crap." The Mormon girl pointed at herself, "Smell me instead." I did. Her fragrance recalled the pleasant lovemaking musk of cousins neroli and grapefruit intertwined atop a bed of rose and jasmine petals, licking vanilla ice cream off their bodies. (I think it was J.Lo's surprisingly delicious concoction faded by sweat and arousal.) Stevie opened my suit jacket and pulled up my blouse from my slacks. Her mouth immediately dove for my bare nipples. "What if your sister and her family shows up," I moaned as her finger rubbed the courduroy of my pants, in between my legs. Stevie reassured me, "They'll be gone for a while." as she brushed her long, dark and straight hair aside. "The always stay for clean up and refreshments." She opened my zipped and stripped my pants off. Over the fabric of my panties, she treated me to a vigorous session of near-cunnilingus. I pulled the lace of my panties aside. She stared at my bits rather astonished. I begged her to eat me, giving her explicit instructions on how to best satisfy me. She eagerly licked my entire crotch, from my waxed mound to the edge of the perineum. She varied the speed and length of her tongue strokes and kept it interesting. At first, she winced a little, but as the feel and taste of my juices grew in familiarity, her desire became more intense. She gripped my thighs and buttocks as if she were trying to prevent me from running away. She kept on licking until I became overly sensitive from the strong orgasm. At that point she slid her shirt up and spread my legs apart even further. She playfully rubbing her bare tits against my clit as if to make a point of her conquest. "Where did you get the idea to do that, Little Miss Innocent?" I asked rather salaciously as I removed my shirt and jacket, still struggling with hypersensitivity. "I'm LDS, sweetie, not naive." She flicked her tongue and laughed. "Besides, I wanted to try this before I marry some nice missionary boy in the temple. I want a clue. It's research," she justified her actions with a wink. Whatever her logic was, I didn't care. I mounted her still clothed body as I kissed her rather violently. She relished it and squeezed my ass as I tongued her lips. As I humped her and rubbed my thigh against her willing cunt, I told her about Muntzy. I described how his marvelous cock felt as if it were splitting me in two. She moaned at idea of my wet cunt wrapping around his shaft and sucking it as he pulled in and out. I suggested that idea of his hard penis emerging full of my dripping hole and entering tight virgin pussy. Ripping her hymen apart and pumping her at full speed. "Love me," she begged at the top of her lungs. "Please!" Without much transition, I hastily pulled down her sweat pants and her underwear. I spread her labia apart with both hands. Her unshaven crotch struck me as novel and interesting. Pussies like that are unusual these days. I found it untidy, yet refreshing. I think I was drooling, but her cunt was pretty wet already, so I doubted that she would notice. I greedily savored the faint metallic yet flowery taste of her juices. Her flavor made me believe that she was somewhere between the end of her period and ovulation. I fiddled my fingers about on her genitals and gradually worked them into her vagina as I continued to eat her out. I swallowed as much fluid as I could. The idea of wasting a drop frightened me. After her second orgasm, I finally undressed her all the way. We "dry" humped each other as I sucked on her tits and tongue-kissed her some more. Our thighs intertwined to stimulate our pussies. After several minutes of that, I strattled her and spread her legs underneath mine. Scissor-locked, I grinded my pussy against hers with enough strength for the lips to suck and kiss. We both come very hard. I noticed a weird shift in the light through the room's curtain. "Do you realize the sun is setting." My lover nodded her head in affirmation. "I want to fuck the shit out of you again." She responded with a yeah, as she orgasmed yet again. "Thank you," I replied just before I howled as loudly as I could. I felt wired after the experience, but Stevie fell asleep. I took a quick rinse in the shower and regrettably washed away the sex. I dressed and left to go back my room at the Marriot. Just as I opened the door to leave under the cloak of darkness, I was greeted by Stevie's sister, her husband and two kids. The word "awkward" cannot fully describe the sensation I felt in front of my lover's perfect family. Fortunately, I have much experience wriggling my way out of messes, so I played it cool. I explained the reason for my visit to BYU, my professional function and my fun time playing volleyball with Stevie and her friends. The accepted my explanation about her being tired after such a busy day and a filling Indian meal. Stevie emerged from her room to visit the bathroom, but my voice mixing with the voices of her family in the living room caught her attention. "Oh my heck," she gasped. She stood in the hallway wearing a nightgown and robe. Her wide eyes fixed upon mine. Her skin turned pale. We all noticed that something was wrong. Her sister asked, "What's the matter, Estevana?" "I'm going to be sick." Stevie's voice dwindled into weakness as she shuffled to the bathroom. We all heard her throw up. I knew why she was throwing up, but decided that it would be wiser to play along and pretend that she had the stomach flu. Shortly afterwards I left the house with a few polite excuses. That encounter was absolutely amazing and that makes the situation even suckier than it should be. I fucked her on Wednesday and I was left wanting more. Unfortunately, it is highly unlikely I will get more. Stevie is still working on the project, but she no longer speaks to me. She sticks to business and blushes at my presence. Her pout and inability to look me in the eye, tells me volumes about her guilt. I cannot imagine the humiliation that awaits her tommorrow at church, when presumably, she will confess her "trangressions" against "Heavenly Father" to the almighty pervert who is her pastor, priest or whatever it is Mormons have. It's days like this I am glad to be an atheist. It's days like this I am tempted to call the escort service. I'm just glad I brought some porn to watch on my laptop. I want to go home... Counting down the minutes until Tuesday. 1:27 AM - Saturday, January 29, 2005 - post comment
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