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First Year-Chapter 3
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I spent the year before I started college at Yale travelling and exploring the world. I saw poverty like I could never imagine and began to appreciate how uselessly wealthy I was. I felt I had to do something in this world to help those who were less fortunate. Although my travel that year was mainly humanitarian, I recall that my sexual appetite was almost insatiable. Variety was the spice of life was my mantra, as I explored the different flavors of women I met in one country to the next. I apparently left a trial of broken hearts and angry parents where ever I traveled. I remember over hearing my mother telling someone on the phone that I was not a sexual predator as she tried to deal with the parents of some young lover I had left in shambles. I rather like that concept, Helena Peabody, sexual predator. She apparently had to settle some threatened lawsuits in the wake of my travels. I suspect my brief summer-love relationship with Carmen was probably similar. After that summer, her mother stopped working for us. I was told she retired and moved back to Mexico. Carmen was enrolled in a prestigious Catholic school in Mexico. I was sent back to England and my prison-school. Despite liking the concept, I knew I was not a predator. Every sexual experience I ever had was entirely consensual. With my looks and accent I had no problems enticing any young women’s or young men’s attention.
My first sexual experience, Carmen, was as curious as I was. She did a little playful striptease lap-dance for me like we saw on television and that’s all it took. Before we knew it, we were naked, in my king-sized bed, exploring all of what made a woman a woman. We were two 15 year old virgins. She gave me my first orgasm with another person and I gave her hers. It felt wonderful but almost incestuous to us because we knew each other since we were little girls playing hopscotch, jacks and dolls together. But that was an entirely different type of play. We made every excuse under the sun to sleep in the same bed after that. It went on for several weeks until her mother walked in us. She was normally a soft spoken deeply religious Catholic woman, but when she found us in bed, with Carmen’s head between my legs, you would thought the world was coming to an end the way she carried on. Carmen could no longer come to the house. We were forbidden from speaking to each other. My mother looked at me with contempt as if I had lead to the corruption of the virgin Carmen.
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Hi, I just wanted to be first since I had to wait all weekend, did you forget about my Sat. a.m. post? Thanks Oma
Oma are you saying you want me to wait until next Sat for the next post. I can arrange that.
I know that long distance relateeionships are hard,You need to trust completely. Is Dylan unsure of herself and her drinking she will need help. Surely she want throw all her hard work away. thanks
How come Dylan always seems a bit messy? I think she is just a regular Ms. Understood. If she is shakeing Helena off maybe she has other plans, it is cold in Cleveland so maybe she needs someone to keep her warm. I guess my days got a little blury there sorry bout that, you could fix it by making me think everyday is Saturday. Thank you, Oma
Oh, the well-endowed former virgin is so going to make this love affair messy! A dry drunk with a history of abuse – poor Dylan. She has risen above her family of origin only to be scared and afraid to truly recognize her strength. Self-sabotage is one dangerous trait to possess – particular when it comes through a bottle. I think I missed a posting so I’m going to go back and read again!
Hey Squirl thanks for the link to this story. I’ve been a silent reader for awhile but I believe that has changed. I really like this story, the background on the characters is very impressive & helps the story flow a lot. Can’t wait to see what’s next. Always a pleasure to read your work. PPVS!
UH? Metro? I can’t offer Dylan a whole lot of advice about the drinking or her background. All I can say is, as lanky as she is, she better get some fucking good outerwear for winters in Cleveland. I know she’s too damn smart to have been amongst the chowder heads that had to be rescued yesterday. Yeah, ice fishing when the temperature is 50-60F. Good idea. Pass me a beer.
NO,NO, NO, NOT AT ALL, please don’t misunderstand, and sorry but I fell asleep and didn’t finish reading, but will finish when I get home. But your story slep w/me all night. hehehe. Oma
liking this…and im glad through perspnal experiences and not inspired through another t.v show.it has a different twist on things this way.
Okay, I am officially worried… we are starting out with Dylena, but it sounds like we are going to have a bit of turmoil. Is Carmen going to tempt Helena? Will Dylan fall off the wagon and jeopardize everything that is important to her? oh the drama!