Shay moves into the Frazier’s spare apartment and into a lifestyle she could never have imagined.
Wednesday dawned bright and sunny. Shay decided to try one of her new thong panties. The string up her butt crack took a little getting used to, but she had to admit they felt scandalously nice and her ass looked good in her jeans. To help with the fitting she also wore one of the strapless bras. Charice was ready for her at 11 sharp. When Shay had put on the long dress and gave a turn for Charice she approved.
“One bit of advice honey. I know you’re wearing the thong you bought here and the bra is needed with this cut, but I can still see a line at your hip. Try it without the thong.”
“You mean, naked underneath?”
“Yes, it’s black, you should be ok, but let’s make sure we can’t see your bush. You could shave all that you know.”
“Oh I don’t know. I’ve never.”
“Up to you but you don’t want to be in a photo and the whole word can see your privates.” Shay went back in and removed the underwear. When she came back out Charice had her stand in the light. “I think this will be fine. It’s dark enough for privacy. How does it feel?”
“Amazing, like I’m naked, free.” Charice, stood in front of Shay and slid her hands down her sides. Shay felt an unexpected surge.
“Perfect, no lines other than your hips and butt. If you think you can do it, you should. Now go try that little black party dress, but this time no bra either.
“Really?”
“Certainly. You have the body for it.” This time Shay stripped down completely. When she slipped the dress down her body she was reminded again how short it was. Also low cut enough to show a good amount of her tits. She felt practically naked. Then she walked out of the dressing room.
“Now that’s sexy.” Shay blushed.
“It fits like my skin. I feel almost naked.”
“If you don’t mind men looking at you, that’s the look you want. I do believe Kent will be happy.”
“Ok, then I’m all set.”
“One more thing. Here let me give you a card. Make an appointment for Friday afternoon. He’ll do your hair and makeup.”
“Isn’t that short notice?”
“Tell him it’s for Kent Frazier.” Shay kept forgetting how many doors a name could open. Collecting her packages Shay went home and waited for Kent. The day before she’d tried the naked welcome surprise and got a surprise of her own. Today she had something different planned.
Shay heard the door open just after 4.
“Shay, it’s me Kent.” Good. Shay walked out of the bedroom and leaned against the wall at the entrance to the living room. When Kent walked in from the hall he stopped short. What he saw was Shay, in just a very short cocktail dress leaning on the wall. Blood immediately rushed to his cock, his hands were already removing his shirt, he kicked off his shows as he crossed the floor. “Oh my. Oh fuck. I need you, now. He kicked away his pants as he reached Shay. Backing her against the wall he went in for a kiss that was passionate and furious. Sucking and biting at lips, tongues coming together, his hands trying to touch her everywhere at once. He had her pinned against the wall. His cock painfully hard, becoming more turned on as he felt her breasts and her ass and realized there was nothing beneath the slinky dress but this woman he found most desirable. Kent pushed down the band of his briefs, releasing his cock, his hands found the hem of Shay’s dress pulling it up the short distance over her ass. Pinning her, never stopping the kisses, he lifted her leg and let his cock find the spot, driving it up into her. His need had him thrusting hard into Shay banging her into the wall.
“Oooohhh Kent, the dress!”
“Fuck the dress, I’ll buy three more, I need you.” Now they were limited to grunts and cries and moans as he fucked her hard. The surprise onslaught was exciting Shay more and Kent’s cock pushing against her, his body slamming into her, the angle causing his cock to rub her just right had her leg feeling weak. She held on, now moaning into his neck as her ass slapped against the wall. Slapping with each thrust. A steady rhythm as the young man’s passion consumed him with one need. Then she felt it coming over her, hanging on as she cried into Kent, her body quivering, her leg gone weak, she slid down the wall taking Kent with her. Then laying on the floor her pussy wetter, her dress around her waist, her legs splayed wide and Kent on top, moving fast, until he could take no more and came with a grunt, filling Shay with his need for her. When at last his need had been relieved he sat back and looked at Shay, her dress crumpled around her, her hair a mess, her pussy wet and leaking his cum. “I, I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry if I…”
Shay caressed his cheek. “Charice warned me.”
“It was her idea?”
“No underwear? Yes.”
“I will have to send some champagne to her. But it’s ok, me, um, just…”
“Kent, honey, if I didn’t want you to fuck me, I wouldn’t have greeted you like that. But you fucked me to orgasm and fucked me hard like you meant it and fucked me in a way that says you found me to be sexy and desirable. How could I complain?”
“You came?”
“YES silly. It’s why my legs got weak and we hit the floor.”
“Wow, was it?”
“Kent, that was about the best fuck I ever had. No bullshit. Now let’s see if this dress can be redeemed.” When Shay slipped off the dress Kent again couldn’t believe the body he was enjoying. And he made her cum. Shay surveyed the dress. “I think it will need to be cleaned.”
“I’ll call Charice. We’ll get one for Saturday night and one for fucking. Are you really going out with no underwear?”
“If it’s ok with you. It really does eliminated lines and stuff.”
“It’s just. Knowing you’re dancing with me or standing talking with no, just bare, I’ll be…”
“Hmm, I’ll have to check on your condition.”
When finally calmed down enough, and Shay in a long tee, they had dinner and Kent set-up the laptop. He showed her the basics of searching and browsing. Shay asked if they could find small town newspapers. Sure enough the Grantham Gazette was online. Shay felt embarrassed as her rich friend read the mundane details of her hometown. Then on a link to an article from a couple weeks ago she saw her name. Kent clicked on it and there was a photo of her from high school. The same features, but her hair raggedy, her clothes worn.
Local Girl Disappears
Shay Benson, 18, of 427 Longbow Lane left her home last month and hasn’t returned. Police do not suspect foul play and her parents suggest that she’d run off to find her way somewhere else. Her mother, holding back tears, told us that “I would would have liked to say goodbye.”
Shay, described as an attractive blond with hazel eyes and an independent streak has not been seen since June 17. Police Chief Watson said,
“Since Shay is of legal age and there is no sign of foul play we are not pursuing an investigation. However, if anyone has any information it would be some relief for the family.
“I notice my father didn’t say anything about missing me.”
“Maybe they didn’t ask?”
“More like he couldn’t say why he missed me.” Kent left Shay to cruise the net. When he got home his father was waiting.
“Sit Kent, we have matters to discuss.”
“Yes sir.”
“As you know I spoke with Shay yesterday.”
“Seems you may have done more than talk?”
“Purely an accident. I’m serious about the door lock. A father shouldn’t know so much about his son’s g- lady friend.”
“She’s amazing isn’t she. So…”
“Yes, she’s very attractive and I can see why you’re acting like a happy puppy.” Kent frowned at his father downplaying his fascination with Shay. “Now listen. I don’t mind you having your fun. It’s good for a young man to have outlets. Just be sure she acts, correctly when out with you.
“Dad, it’s not like she shews tobacco and burps at the table.”
“Well her accent is unrefined and I believe she barely passed high school?”
“Yes. But she has intelligence. We have interesting conversations.”
“Oh so you actually pause to talk?” Kent stared at his father. “A poor joke.”
“And her accent is charming. Though I will have to remind her not to curse so much.”
“Yes. Remember, we have a reputation. My investigations show that what she says is true. I suspect that the Doctor’s report will show nothing untowards.”
“She doesn’t have bad habits Dad. I think I’d know. She’s actually kind of bored sitting around all day.”
“Yes that. Have her stop by to see Lorenzo over at Scarpini’s. He needs a hostess.”
“Great. She’ll be happy to have something to do.”
“Assuming nothing shows up I am fine with her living at the apartment. But remember, nothing gets in the way of school. You will be at Harvard next year.”
“Of course. And we can go out?”
“Do you mean date? Be seen regularly together?” Kent nodded eagerly. “A mistress is easier. The gossip pages love that.”
“I’m young for a mistress. And don’t you need to have someone to then have a mistress on the side?”
“Point taken counsel. See how this weekend’s events go.”
“Thank you.”
“I am happy that you’re happy.”
“I know. And I couldn’t be happier.”
Kent went to his room, polished off his homework, then lay in his bed. His games, his laptop, his friends held no interest for him. He was 100% focused on Shay. Being of an analytical mind, he wondered. Was he really interested in her as a person, or caught up in the sexual explosion her body causes. He weighed that and admitted that his first thoughts were of her breasts, the triangle of hair and what lay below. The curve of her butt all called to him. But she was much more. A lively smile, a wicked sense of humor, an inquisitive and active mind. So yes, he was intruiged by her and he was determined to know her better, to have her help him grow as a person just as he would help her learn the ways of his world. But by god, that body she shared with him. He missed it. He picked up his phone, dialed her number.
“Hello, Kent?”
“How did you know?”
“You’re the only person who had this number or even knows I have a phone.”
“You haven’t called the newspaper, or police to let them know you’re alive?”
“Should I?”
“It would be the right thing to do. And could help you move on from that chapter.”
“I like this new chapter.”
“I think my father approves.” Then with a fake deep voice “Pending Doctor reports and no trouble this weekend.” Shay laughed.
“I guess you talked to him again? I’m so embarrassed about yesterday. I mean, I practically ran into his arms naked.”
“Maybe it helped him understand my…attachment?”
“I miss you.”
“Same here. I was thinking.”
“Yeah, about?”
“We need to spend more time together, not…”
“Fucking?”
“Yeah. And about that. You really need to not curse so much when we’re out.”
“In high society? No problem Kent. I do have my, Sunday go to church voice. I’ll behave. But you want less, um, love making.”
“No, not exactly. Lots of love making is good. But more time together to get to know you better.”
“You came up with this yourself?”
“I was laying here in bed thinking about things.”
“Don’t young guys just pull their peckers when laying in bed.”
“Send me a picture and I’ll do that too.”
“And it won’t be on the internest tomorrow?”
“NO, Dad would kill me.” His phone pinged. He went to texts. There was a photo of Shay, tongue extended, just touching her nipple. “Oh shit, that will work.”
“Watch your language.”
“Touche`.”
“Now rub your cock and tell me when you cum all over yourself.”
“Oh, ok.”
“I have my finger in my pussy. It’s wet thinking of you, missing your hard cock. MMM, I need it sooo bad. Just thinking of you makes me all wet and horny. Oh, without you here I have to lick my own nipples. Mmm, my finger is soaked, I’m sucking on my finger, I do taste so good if I may say so…”
“Unghh, uh, shit, fuck. So..uhhh, ahh. Damn what a mess. Oh thanks.” Shay was smiling to herself.
“Happy to help. Now where would you like to go.”
“How about the Met, there’s a new exhibit I wanted to see. Or is Modern more to your liking?”
“I don’t know much about art. You can teach me. I would like to go see the dinosaur bones.”
“Great. I love museums. We’ll do them all. Oh and I’m going to text you some info. You can go see this guy my father knows about a hostess job at a nice restaurant. And they’ll know William Frazier sent you, so hands off.
“Thank you so much. And thank your father for me.”
“Actually, after you see Lorenzo, contact my father yourself. That would be the expected thing to do.”
“Thanks. You’re just too much. And I look forward to the museums.”
“Good night Shay.”
“‘Night Kent.”
It had been a busy week. The fittings, the Doctor’s appointment, the visit to Scarpini’s. That had gone well. Lorenzo thought her accent would go over well with the clientele. Something different. He instructed Shay in how to dress. A little sexy, but modest.
“Interest the men, but don’t offend their wives.”
Now Shay was back in the apartment. She still had trouble thinking of it as “her” apartment. She’d start working at Scarpini’s Monday afternoon to let her get used to the routine before the busy dinner or after shows crowd. Now she sat, nervous for some reason about calling Kent’s father. She picked up the phone and dialed the number Kent had given her. A receptionist answered.
“Shay Benson for Mr. Frazier.”
“Is he expecting your call?”
“I’m a…friend of his son’s. No emergency.”
“Let me check.” Shay tapped her foot wondering if he’d always think of her naked first. But then from what it sounded like, he’d seen plenty and probably much better. “Hello? I’ll put you right through.”
“Thanks.” But the line had clicked already. Shay took a deep breath.
“Hello Shay. Is everything good?”
“Yes Mr. Frazier, everything is good. I wanted to thank you for setting up the interview at Scarpini’s. Lorenzo was very nice and said that I could start Monday. I appreciate your help so much.” There, she’d gotten her little speech out without a curse and without going too hick on him.
“Very good. If Lorenzo approves, I’m sure you’ll do well. Good of you to call. Now, I must be going. Enjoy the show tonight.”
“Good-bye.” But he was gone. Kent was right. She had probably scored a couple of points calling herself. She checked the time. Off to the salon. Damn but playing with rich folk was busy work. When Kent came to collect her for the show he was stunned by her appearance. It wasn’t rip my gown off, fuck me, not that he would have minded some time naked with Shay, but more an elegant, sophisticated look.
“Damn Shay, you look amazing.”
“I feel amazing, but I’m almost afraid to move.”
“And you don’t have, underneath?”
“Nope, my bottom is bare. I better not hit a vent thing like Marilyn.”
The dress was much longer than the other, sparkling and hugging her form. Kent took her by the arm and down the elevator. When Shay saw the waiting limo she turned to Kent in surprise. He looked back with a grin.
“You didn’t think we were going to WALK?” The driver held the door open, “Curtis.” When they were settled inside Kent explained, “One of my father’s men. Also a bodyguard of sorts, so don’t threaten me.” He laughed.
“What about me?”
“Oh I can do anything I want to you. He’d dispose of the body.” Shay stared at Kent wide eyed. From the amount of money she seen thrown around she wasn’t sure this wasn’t true. “I’m kidding. But he probably would.” She shook her head and looked out the window as people went about their evening errands. “When we get there, Curtis will open the door and we’ll get out. Be careful, the photogs will be looking for you to expose yourself. It’s a thing. Then we stand together, let the legit media get a couple of shots then walk the red carpet. We’re way before the celebrities. We’ll be inside mingling for awhile. We have seats in Dad’s box. Sitting behind us will be a rich financier and his new girlfriend. You’ve probably seen her on TV. You look better.”
Shay was shaking her head at Kent’s lengthy instructions. She’d follow his lead and try not to say too much. If she came across as eye candy on his arm, she could live with that. It went well. They sipped champagne. No one seemed to care that Kent was 17. When they got to the box, Kent was welcomed by the other couple. He greeted Kent and nodded approvingly towards Shay. Shay hadn’t seen enough TV to recognize the woman, but made a show of surprise as if she did. The play was interesting and not the type of thing she’d seen before. Shay spent more time looking around for celebrities and noting many. Afterwards they were invited to dinner by another young couple. It turned out this woman had been born in South Carolina herself, so she and Shay hit it off and they had the men laughing at their small town stories. On the ride home Kent kissed Shay and told her,
“I think it was a great success. Mr. Porter will no doubt report kindly to my father and you seem to have made a friend in Helen Fountain. Her guy Blane is a few years ahead of me, already at Harvard Law.” Shay sat back in the limo trying to take in all that had happened. She looked over at Kent.
“Can you stay tonight?” His smile gave her the answer she needed. They were dropped off at the apartment, Kent dismissed Curtis for the night. Shay offered a bit of advice as they rode the elevator.
“I know your father probably pays them well, but it goes a long way if you acknowledge and compliment and appreciate those who work hard to make your life easier.”
“I wasn’t..”
“No, you weren’t rude at all. But you..” The elevator door opened, they continued into the apartment, “you offered the standard, required level of thanks. We regular folk, we see what you have, we do our jobs and accept our pay, but if you can remember a name, or a detail, or sound more genuinely appreciative. It matters. It may not matter to your father or his friends if the help approve of them. But it matters. Be that man.” Kent was following Shay along into the living room. He poured them each a glass of champagne, thinking about what she’d said and considering her ideas. They sat on the sofa together, Shay kicking off the heels.
“You’re right. Thank you, you know so much..”
“Just remember too. I’m not the help. I’m your woman.”
“You’re my girlfriend.”
“What? I know it’s just a word but I thought?”
“Tonight convinced me. You can be as elegant as any of them, but you’re the only one who tells me what I need to hear and thrills me inside at the same time.”
“I’m going to sit on your lap and kiss you for at least an hour, but I can’t do that in this dress. Unzip me please.” When Shay was unzipped she let the dress fall, forgetting for the moment that she had only the bra underneath. She was already straddling Kent when she realized her bare pussy was pressing against his pants. “Fuck it.” Then she undid the bra and pressed he naked body against Kent, her boyfriend, and proceeeded to kiss him for the better part of an hour. By the time the were done and ready to move on to the bedroom Kent’s slacks were a wet mess of Shay’s wetness.
“Can we just continue right here?” Shay nodded then paused in their kissing long enough to get Kent naked, then she resumed her position, and continued making out with him only now with his cock well up inside of her. As she moved herself on him he could feel her nipples on his chest touching him here and there. Their lips never parted as Shay moved herself to give them both pleasure, her arms locked behind Kent’s neck holding him in place. Shay changed to a steady forward and back rhythm feeling Kent’s cock drag along inside, touching her and letting her slowly build to a satisfying orgasm. When Kent came she sat on him not allowing his cock to escape as her internal muscles worked at him, holding him. They were now past the hour mark and Shay felt she could kiss him all night.
“Oh Kent. I want to be yours all night, every night.” Kent wasn’t going to argue at all.
Waking up beside someone you want to wake up beside is the best thing Shay could imagine. Making love to that person in the bright light of a new day only made it better. Then freshly loved and still tingling from Kent, Shay made breakfast and asked wbout the party that night.
“It’s at a club a guy I know runs. There will be loud music, more famous people and all the drugs you want.”
“I don’t want drugs, you know that.”
“I do know that, but just beware, it’ll be in the restrooms and some of the back private rooms. And don’t ever put your drink down unless you’re leaving it permanently.”
“OK, thanks. So it’s dancing and stuff?”
“Lots of shouting over the music. A much younger crowd, so your colorful vocabulary is fine. And yes, dancing.”
“What kind of music?”
“Loud. hah. It’s party music. Lots of lights and a constant beat. It’s more to be seen.”
“And they let you in, your’re..” He shrugged. “I forget.” After breakfast they went for a walk in the park. The weather was getting cooler, but not much yet. Shay pondered that there were likely more people in this park that she’d ever met at home. They were home relaxing in the living room when Shay called over to Kent, who was doing some homework.
“It’s us on this website! I’m in the news.” Kent came over to look.
“Oh them. They’re disappointed your nipple didn’t pop out.” He read on,
Who’s the new girl?
Kent Frazier, teen son of powerhouse attorney William Frazier was spotted on the carpet before last night’s premiere with an unidentified woman. The sexy couple were seen mingling with the high rollers before sitting close in the Frazier box. No word on the Frazier heir’s stunning companion.
“Oh, oh my. Sexy? Stunning? I never…”
“They got that part right, love.”
“Will your father be annoyed, the publicity?”
“No, this kind of thing is expected. And me having a mysterious, and sexy, companion isn’t bad news.” Here, check these sites. I’m tired of them reporting everything I do, but it could be fun for you.”
Shay read through another couple of celebrity sites. They seemed more interested in bigger names, poo. She kind of liked being noticed. At about four they retreated to the bedroom for another round, then a nap. Kent explaining that they might be out late. When they went downstairs for their ride it was raining. Shay was concerned with her new dress. Curtis held a huge umbrella over her and helped her into the car while protecting her modesty.
“Miss, may I suggest using the sweater in the car to drape over your front when you exit?”
“Thank you Curtis. Excellent suggestion.” He smiled as she adjusted herself. As Kent climbed in beside her he said,
“Thanks Curtis for looking out for her.” Curtis nodded his head and closed the umbrella. Shay smiled at Kent,
“See that took no effort and you made him feel better about doing his job well.” Kent nodded in agreement. When they arrived it was a mass of people calling to the well known, taking photos at every opportunity. When Curtis opened the door Kent hopped out and before he could turn Curtis was blocking the view as Shay exited from the limo. Once standing she handed the sweater to Curtis.
“Brilliant idea.”
“Thank you Miss.” As Kent took her arm he shook Curtis’ hand passing along a 50.
“Over and above looking out for the lady. Thanks.” Curtis touched the bill of his cap and soon had the car moving out of the way. Kent turned to Shay, who was holding his hand. “That felt good.”
“And the poor celeb sites don’t have a pic of my whatsit.”
“Your whatsit is for my eyes only, I hope.”
“Any time.” They were of course allowed right in with indignant people asking why the kids were let in. Once inside, discussion was nearly impossible. They found a table down the side, the more famous being further back. Shay quickly dragged Kent onto the floor wanting to sway to the music in her dress that move right along with her. After a couple of songs, which ran right into one another Kent suggested a rest. They found that within the booth at a certain level of shouting you could be heard.
“What do you call that dance, it’s so erotic.” Shay shrugged.
“I just feel the music. We didn’t have anything like this.”
“I’m calling it the Shay Sway.” They shouted at friends of Kent’s who stopped by, turned down offers of blow and picked up where they’d been on the dance floor. Some mingling got them further back and Shay found herself bumping elbows with people she’d only seen on a movie screen at home. Needless to say she felt a few hands on her ass. One time she turned to see it was Kent. She pulled his hand up to her hip. Leaning close she shout-whispered,
“Respect.” He gave her a look like a disciplined puppy, but nodded. As the night went on Kent’s energy flagged and Shay found herself dancing with strangers. She was avoiding men, who in her experience only wanted one thing and that was promised elsewhere at the moment. Then again this was New York. Shay was dancing with a tall slim darker skinned woman. The woman was following Shay’s lead, swaying with the music and adding some bass to her moves. They got closer as the song progressed. As the song ended she leaned against Shay and in the momentary quiet said in a low voice,
“You’re sexy as fuck. You with Kent Frazier?” Shay nodded. “I’ll see you later. I’m Maria.”
When Shay got back to the table she looked around for Kent. She saw him talking with a couple of guys, then called her over to say hello,
“Brent, Carson, this is my girl Shay.” My girl? Kent was so sweet. The guys looked her over as guys will do and said hello. After they’d moved on and were sitting at their table Shay told Kent about her dance with Maria.
“Tall, olive skinned, short hair?”
“That’s her.”
“She said ‘See you later’?”
“Yep.”
“There’s your chance.”
“At what?”
“If you want to try a woman. She’d much prefer you over me.”
“Really? She said I was sexy as fuck.”
“I’m sure she did. Think about it.”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“Actually a bit of a fantasy.” Now Shay was thinking. To give Kent a fantasy moment and also try something new? She was kind of curious. And Maria was kind of sexy herself. Her thoughts were distracted by more visitors stopping by. It was near midnight and in some ways the party was just getting started. Kent and Shay danced what they’d decided would be their last one for the night. About halfway through they were joined by Maria who chose to position herself between them. While she tolerated Kent’s hand on her hips and his groin sometimes coming in contact with her ass, she was much more interested in Shay. They shimmied and swayed together until Maria pulled Shay close, her hands on Shay’s ass, their bodies millimeter’s apart. Shay was getting turned on by the teasing closeness. She put her head along side Maria,
“Come back with us?”
“Us?”
“Yes, it must be us.” The slightest hesitation, then,
“Yes.” Maria stepped into Shay, a leg between Shays, their breasts touching. Her hand went around Shay’s back holding her. One turn, another, and the music stopped. They gathered at their table and decided it was time to go. Kent paged Curtis and the car was waiting. They all fit easily into the back of the limo. The dark divider was in place. They’d have complete privacy and discretion. Kent pressed a button.
“Curtis, a couple times around the park.” He looked at Shay, “Please.” Shay and Maria sat together on the back seat. Kent sat facing them. As the car drove off, Maria turned and offered her lips to Shay. Shay was tentative at first, then soon went back with gusto. Kent sat back watching the two hot women making out. Maria confident and agressive, Shay cautious and testing. Their tongues played together, touching and caressing and licking the other. Hands moved along the bare skin and the dresses, exposing more bare skin. Soon Shay’s delicious tits and Maria’s larger ones were on display for Kent. the kissing had moved to other body parts with the women taking time gently licking each others’ breasts. When Maria turned Shay on the seat and pulled up at he hem of Shay’s dress she lfted her hips. Her dress was now bunched around her middle, her tits laying on her chest and her pussy exposed to Maria. The car was moving slowly through the park as Maria was slowly licking at Shay. She sucked on her puffy lips and pulled at her inner lips, she nibbled at her clit then stuck her tongue into her opening. Maria moved from place to place picking up clues and attacking where Shay was vulnerable. And attack she did, focusing on her tender clit, sending Shay into shaking, shuddering orgasm, letting her ride along, not coming down for what seemed ages, one then another, wringing everything from Shay.
“Oh fuck Maria.”
“Don’t let a man tell you they can do it right.” Kent was grinning ear to ear looking at Shay slumped exhausted in the seat. Curtis announced,
“Almost there.” Shay put herself together and waited impatiently to have a turn at Maria. During the ride up in the elevator Maria’s and Shay’s lips never parted. When the door opened clothes were shed as they stumbled down the hall. By the time they reached the bed Shay had latched on to Maria’s D cup breast and had two fingers in her pussy as they fell onto the soft mattress. Kent decided to sit in a chair and watch for a bit, the women were so hot together. The contrast in Maria’s olive complexion and Shay’s tanned, but still paler skin tone was interesting. But now that Shay’s face was buried in Maria’s bare pussy, his cock was painfully hard. Maria’s head was bent back, her nails, gripping Shay’s hair as the lighter girl tasted her first pussy. Though a neophyte, Shay had satisfied enough men orally to know to look for signals and reactions. She sucked and licked at Maria whose lips were prominent and flush with excitement. Shay’s tongue explored inside flicking along the top of Maria’s cunt where she herself liked to be stimulated. As she sucked at her juices Shay felt a new sensation as Kent could wait no longer and had taken advantage of her butt in the air, filling her own pussy with his throbbing cock. Kent’s thrusts kept her firmly against Maria who was beginning to shudder and shake, arching her back as Shay brought her to orgasm, then didn’t let her stop at one. When Maria begged her to stop, Shay, climbed her body, until they were face to face, Kent left behind. She looked at Maria,
“Can he?”
“If he must, yes” Shay turned her head,
“Fill both of us, love” Kent couldn’t believe his luck. He’d lusted after Maria in the past, but thought she really didn’t like men. Now, he had Shay’s dark haired pussy and Maria’s bare one pressed together, both for his pleasure. The girls adjusted their legs and Kent got in between slidding his cock into Shay, pushing deep then pulling out and entering Maria. It must had been true thay Maria avoided cocks as her pussy was at least as tight as Shay’s. Now alternately thrusting in the two women as they made out like lovers do, when Kent felt himself nearing, Shay sensed what was to come and called back, “In me.” No disappointment in that Kent pushed in deep and came with the built up need he’d earned from watching the two sexy women. When he pulled out he was satisfied to see his cum, dripping from Shay onto Maria. A fantasy fulfilled he got beside the women and added his hand to theirs. Maria’s larger tits, with thick dark nipples were another contrast. He was enjoying the differences and the pure sexiness of his partners. They invited Maria to stay and slept together in the large bed.
In the morning the women went off to take a shower together. They were nearly inseperable as they returned, towels on their heads and nothing else. Kent was instantly hard. Maria looked at him and smiled,
“Kent, your friend is so sexy, I want to steal her away.” He almost looked concerned. Shay laughed,
“No, as much fun as Maria is, she is lacking in the one thing I like best. And I see one sticking up right over there.” Shay gave Maria another kiss then moved to straddle Kent and take his cock well up inside. “Oh Maria, I do love a hard cock.”
“Your Kent is nice, but men, too much with the”, she thrust her hips forward a couple times, “I like soft and sensual. But you two are sexy together, may I help?” Both responded,
“Yes!” Maria stood behind Shay kissing her neck and massaging her tits as Shay rotated her hips moving up and back on Kent. Maria began kissing down Shat’s back until she reached her butt, kissing each cheek, then pushing her forward. Shay leaned down to let Kent suck at her nipples as Maria go down behind them using her tongue on Kent’s balls then licking at the point where his cock was entering Shay. Both moaned out load at the new feeling, Maria’s tongue touching and licking at unexpected places, moving up to Shay’s ass and back. Shay lifted up exposing some inches of Kent’s cock and held there as Maria licked her juices from it. Then as Shay sank back on to it Maria spread her ass open and put her tongue on Shay’s anus, licking around and around. Shay was quivering from the dual stimulation, grinding herself on Kent as Maria probed her asshole. Shay shreiked in pleasure as she came. Kent soon following. Determined to be fully involved as his spent cock fell from Shay, Maria took it in her mouth, tasting his cum and the juices of her female lover. When Shay and Kent had been cleaned up by Maria, she stood,
“Thank you for breakfast my friends. I must be going.” Kent called for a car, then rejoined Shay in bed.
“Shay, that was an incredible night. You don’t mind that I fucked Maria?”
“I had an amazing night too. The limo, the club, my first woman. And no I don’t mind. I don’t own you.”
“Yes you do. You’re my girlfriend. Not my mistress. What I do affects you. I won’t go fucking anyone on the side.” Shay kissed him.
“I’m still coming to grips with being in New York and having my first real boyfriend I care about and all this.” She waved her arm, “It’s so much, all at once.”
“Let’s go get bagels, I know the best place, then we’ll hit a museum.”
“Oooh, sounds like fun.”
They had a fun day. Kent seemed to know all about the famous paintings, some of which Shay had heard of. She was surprised that the Van Gogh was so small. He let her know that he’d seen the Mona Lisa in Paris and it was also small.
“You’ve been to Paris?”
“Oh sure. Every summer my father takes me somewhere. Europe, Asia, and African safari. Next summer you can come with me. Where would you want to go? Anywhere.”
“I hardly know what to say.”
“Haven’t you ever dreamed of going somewhere amazing? Seeing something incredible?”
“I’ve only dreamt of getting out of my shitty little town. New York is where I escaped to and it’s been a dream come true. Because of you.”
Kent smiled, almost shyly.
“I’m just sharing what I have because you’re special to me.”
“Not because I, you know, do it all the time?”
“NO! Today, walking down here, and through the museum, I feel like more than Kent Frazier, whose Daddy gives him whatever he wants. Because Dad didn’t give me you. Luck, fate, whatever sent you to me and I want to earn your respect. Not just buy it. And you’re real, nothing fake at all.” Shay hugged his arm as they sat on a low wall. “So think about it. Anywhere in the world.”
After a nice dinner they were back in the apartment. It was a school night so Kent needed to be off early. When he’d gone Shay lay on the sofa and contempleted all that had happened this weekend. They’d checked the society pages, more because Shay got a charge out of seeing herself included with the rich and famous. There was just one small blurb about Kent Frazier and his mystery girl out on the town again. He explained,
“I’m not that interesting to them unless I do something bad. Like the night we met? THAT would have been a scandal to latch on to. For now you’re a mystery to solve. And believe me, they will.”
Shay wasn’t sure how much she cared about being discovered. As long as it didn’t cause any concerns for Mr. Frazier and then Kent. When Shay went back to the Gazette she saw that she was the center of attention there. The paper, picking up leftovers from larger city editions had a first page story along with a slightly blurry photo of Shay and Kent entering the theater Friday.
Shay Benson found?
Local teen Shay Benson, who left town abruptly for parts unknown back in June may have been spotted, in New York City of all places. In an unlikely and unconfirmed turn of events a photo from a New York based celebrity website seems to show our local girl on the arm of rich boy Kent Frazier. Frazier, 17, whose wealth comes from his father’s high end law firm, is known to attend celebrity events and usually is accompanied by an older social equal, is here seen with who we believe is Shay Benson.
If this is Benson, she has certainly moved up in the world in a short time, going from farm overalls to an elegent gown in a matter of months. If anyone can confirm, please contact this newspaper.
Shay laughed at the story. She almost wished the photo was clearer. She dialed Kent.
“Hi, miss you already. Check out that Gazette site, from back home. They’re on to me, almost.”
“OK hold on….” Kent laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Farm overalls?”
“I have NEVER worn farm overalls.”
“The thought is kind of sexy. Lots of side boob and loose enough to explore.”
“Hah, no matter what I wear you think of ways to get in my pants.”
“True.”
“So, do you think it would bother your Dad if I contacted them?”
“I’ll show it all to him and see what he says. It’s probably not an issue.”
“Ok, thanks. Night, love.”
“Good night to you.”
Shay lay thinking. Bib overalls. Hmm, I wonder if I could find them in NYC. Or better yet…hmm. Shay started at Scarpini’s Monday. Lorenzo had one of the staff explain her duties, which mostly amounted to smiling, checking a list and memorizing certain people who did NOT wait. You didn’t get a menu at Scarpini’s. The waiters told you what you should order and the regulars knew to go along. It wasn’t difficult and the staff treated her in the most friendly way. Lorenzo asked at one point,
“I saw in the papers, you and Kent are an item. Why work here?”
“I can’t sit around all day doing nothing. They’re very generous to me already.” Lorenzo nodded. He knew about the Fraziers. After her shift Shay went shopping. She wanted to get something for Kent. She knew she couldn’t actually buy something for him, but she felt she could indulge his fantasies. He was after all a young man still. When Kent arrived later that afternoon he was again met with a surprise.
“Holy shit Shay, you kill me every time.” He was met by a vision in bib overalls that had the legs cut so short her butt cheeks were showing. Shay put on her best drawl.
“Ah’m jest a poor farm girl looking for a big city man.” Shay turned to the side, where the sides of her tits were clearly on display, then turn around to let him see her butt and see it he did.
“Oh jeez Shay you make me so horny. I’m so lucky.” Shay laughed to herself. Kent could have anything money could buy, but she was what he wanted. Fortunately she enjoyed his company and what he brought physically.
“Ah’m so lonely for a man. Are you a man? Would you keep me comp’ny?” Kent was out of his clothes and pressed to Shay in moments. His hands slid in the sides of her overall and down to cup her ass, then up the side, to hold her tits. His hard cock was pressed against the crotch of her overalls. “Ah do believe I feel a man.” Shay turned from him and walked down the hall to the bedroom, Kent following, watching every shake of her ass. He got to the bedroom to see Shay on the bed on all fours. A tube of lotion alongside. “I want that cock Kent, and there’s one place I want it. Kent slipped the overalls off Shay’s shoulders, freeing her tits to shake, then when they fell off her exposing her rounded butt, he knew what she wanted. Applying generous amounts to his fingers, he tested her ass and soon had one finger inside. After he was able to work in a second and hearing Shay go from tense to moans he liberally applied lube to his cock and pressed it to Shay’s ass. After a bit of slow manipulation he was in. He was fucking Shay’s amazing ass. It was so tight gripping his cock he had to concentrate not to blow his load immediately. Here she was, the girl who was a goddess in his eyes and she liked sex with him in every way. Her ass was nice to hold, her hips just wide enough to grab onto and her insides so tight it felt like his cock could be crushed. When she was comfortable Kent began long steady drives into Shay, touching her back and ass as he glided in and out. He could tell she was rubbing her clit as he filled her with his cock. When she cried out, her ass clamped down on his cock and it was more than Kent could take. He released himself into Shay then leaned forward kissing her back.
“Shay, thanks, my fantasies. You’re running through them. You’re so good to me.” Hmm she thought, he gave me a life I couldn’t imagine and I’m giving him what I’d traded cheaper before. But no more. After dinner Kent told her that his father thought it better if she cleared up who she was and where she was back home.
“He says it’s better to get ahead of the snoops. Give them something, get them off the trail and they’re more likely not to keep poking.”
Shay dialed the number from the Gazette site.
“Hello Gazette newspapers.”
“Hi, may I speak to Fred Kirk?”
“Hey is this Shay? Betty Langston from school. It sounds like you.” Shay really had no desire to gossip with Betty. She had been ok but not exactly a friend. No need to give her the scoop.
“I really need to speak to Fred.” Fred Kirk was an older local reporter. Mostly assigned to local crimes, he’d been the one to write the missing girl story.
“OK, I understand. I’ll get him.” A moment or two…
“Fred Kirk. Is this Shay? Shay Benson?”
“Yes it is. I saw your story on the internet.”
“So is that you in New York?”
“Yes. I wanted to clear that up. Hopefully put any concerns to rest. I’m safe and sound.”
“It sure appeared that way in the picture. Would you mind telling me, for our readers and maybe your parents, what happened?” Now Shay surely wasn’t going to go into the details. They would melt people’s brains in her town, but a cleaned up version…
“Ok. Here goes. Got a pencil?”
“All set..”
“When I was finished high school I decided I needed to leave. I knew I’d miss my parents but I wasn’t happy at home and I didn’t want the same life my mamma had, so I took off before I settled. It was hard, I didn’t have much. I came to New York City, my things were stolen. Some kind people helped me along the way. I worked menial jobs and was just thinking that it wouldn’t work and maybe I’d failed, when the good Lord sent an angel to save me.”
“An angel?”
“The most wonderful guy you could imagine.”
“This Kent…Frazier?”
“Yes.”
“He’s quite rich from what I’ve read.”
“Yes. He is. But more than that he’s kind and smart and he’s shown me things I’d never have seen.”
“You’re living with him?”
“No, I have my own place to stay. But we go to parties and museums and Broadway openings. It’s all been so much. So many people to meet.”
“It sounds like you’ve landed on your feet.” Kent had been listening and giving her a thumbs up. It was going well.
“Ms. Benson, could I patch in a call to your folks. It sure would make people around here happy to know you’ve made contact and they can hear you’re safe. People worry about our own.” Kent gave two thumbs up. This would go over well.
“Sure, Mr. Kirk, that would be nice.” After a few minutes Shay heard Fred’s voice on the phone,
“Mrs. Benson, I have your daughter Shay on the phone. She good. Very good. Would you like to talk to her? Shay, here’s your mother”,
“Mamma?”
“Oh Shay, we were so worried. Worried something awful happened to you.”
“I’m good Mamma.”
‘WAS that you in the newspaper picture? At the fancy show in New York?”
“Yes Mamma. My boyfriend Kent,” Shay made a face towards Kent thinking maybe that was the worng thing to say. He waved her off, “he takes me to all kinds of wonderful things.”
“I’m so sorry you had to leave.”
“But you understand?”
“Yes. And I’ll never forgive him, or myself.”
“Mamma, that’s behind us.”
“I hope so. You seem to be doing well.”
“I’m healthy as a horse. Been to the doctor, eating good food, I have a job at a high class restaurant. And I have Kent.”
“I’m most happy you found love. You deserve it baby girl.”
“Thanks Mamma.”
“I better go. I’ll be all sniffles in a minute. Thank you Fred.” There was a click. Fred was back on with Shay,
“Any comments on what your mother had to say?”
“No, just private family matters.” Fred Kirk was no dope, but in their world you didn’t pry into family matters.
“Thank you for calling. This will be front page tomorrow. Our local girl takes the big city by storm. If you have a better picture of you and Kent that would be helpful.”
“I’ll see what I can do. You’re welcom Mr. Kirk. I didn’t want people worrying. Say hello to everyone in town for me.” Then they were done. Shay let out a breath. “Kent, could you just hold me for awhile?” They sat, or Kent sat and Shay laid across his lap letting him stroke her arm while she processed everything.
The next afternoon they read the “front page” breaking story in the Gazette. Kent was surprised at how mild it was.
“Oh there are plenty of clues the locals will understand. But most will be happy that someone from their little town made it in the big city.”
“He really ran with your “good Lord” comment.”
“I was playing to the audience. They’ll have a much better impression of you.”
“Thanks! Still up here that would have all been teased out as victim of child abuse runs off.”
“They have to live with it. I need to move on. I can’t help what’s already done.”
“Still I feel bad for you.” Shay smiled at him,
“Then make it up to me?”
“How?”
“By taking me inside and treating me with all the love and respect I deserve.” He did. After hours of massage and pussy licking and orgasms Shay fely very much loved and respected. And as always, having Kent’s lithe body next to hers brought her comfort.
The next day the story broke in the New York gossip pages. Shay asked Kent,
“what does this all mean?” He read the story sitting next to her on the sofa.
Frazier Heir Finds His Pygmalion?
Mystery solved. The attractive young woman seen on Kent Frazier’s arm at multiple events this weekend turns out not to be a surprise socialite or debutante. She is none other than Shay Benson an 18 year old from a poor North Carolina town who may have been escaping from a difficult home life. The striking young woman, just older than the 17 year old Frazier, arrived in our city this summer to get away from a poor upbringing. After finding difficult times in the big city, she was discovered by the young Frazier and introduced to a life of luxury.
Calls to the Frazier offices have not been returned. While we can certainly see what the prep school senior sees in the sexy Shay, one wonders what the elder Frazier thinks about his prodigy associating with the poorer sorts. Is Ms. Benson after his money? Beguiling the young man for his riches? Overall a fascinating story. Watch here for new details.
Kent was fuming. “I’m tempted to tell them to fuck off.”
“What’s Pygmalion? And their assumptions are so mean.”
“Ah, it’s an old story. And a play. And other plays about the story. Henry Higgins finds a poor young woman and wagers that he can teach her to be a proper English woman. But the stuff about you using me. It pisses me off.”
“It must if it has you using improper English.”
“You’re not mad?”
“They called me sexy and striking. So that was nice.”
“But what about?”
“It could be much worse. Let it go. You don’t want them digging more. We all have pasts we don’t want the public to see. Your friends won’t talk will they?”
“The guys? No. Never. It’s part of the code in our set. Even the adults have parties where they get drunk and switch around. Rich people don’t think rules apply to them.”
“OK, I doubt anyone will talk back home.” Which was true. At that moment Billy Mathews was sitting on the porch of Miller’s Farm and Feed waving a copy of the Gazette.
“Ah’m tellin’ ya, I gave it to Shay back in high school. In the back of my Daddy’s pickup after a football game.” The others scoffed,
“Bull sheet. Look at that babe. She’s fucking some rich bastard in New York and you want us to believe she had a minute fer yer little pecker?”
“I’m telling you, tight as can be, took her cherry and all.
“Now you fuck right off with that Billy. Don’t be spreading that manure around.” Billy sat quietly with his memory.
Kent’s phone rang. “It’s my father.” He hesitated then answered.
“Hello Dad.”
“Kent, I know what you’re thinking. Believe me, I’ve been there before. DO NOT feed them. It’s all bullcrap to get clicks on websites and no use fighting them at this level.”
“But Dad, they said…”
“Is Shay ashamed?”
“No, uh actually she doesn’t seem too concerned.”
“Good. Keep it civil with the press and it’ll either go away or they may find people like the poor girl makes good storyline. But don’t go getting in a fight, you hear me?”
“OK.”
“I will put out a comment from my office. Something boring and official that will answer their questions.”
“Thank you.”
“Have you invited Shay to your birthday party?”
“No, not yet. We got distracted by all this. And thanks so much for accepting her.”
“I like how you’re balancing your life. Keep it up.” Kent put down the phone.
“Well?”
“He said I’m not to fight with them and he’ll put out a statement.”
“Ok, sounds good.”
“And he reminded me to invite you to my birthday party.”
“He did? When? I don’t think I even know when your birthday is.”
“The 17th. The one he’s having will be a big social event. Some of my friends but mostly his, so he can show off. Boring old people music and stuff.”
“And I’m invited?”
“Yes. He seems to think you’re…good for me.” Shay jumped into Kent’s arms, then after she was very good to him she asked,
“What do you wear to such an event?”
“Oh it’ll be formal. I’ll be 18, break out the tux and all. You will need a new dress. Something sexy, but formal.” Though she was laying naked on her boyfriend Shay could almost feel the material on her body.
The statement from William Frazier settled most questions for the most part.
I would like to quickly address recent press reports concerning my son Kent. He has met a lovely young woman of about his age and they are having fun as young people do. Shay Benson is lively, attractive, intelligent and well mannered. Her upbringing has no bearing on her current status. I would only ask that given their age, a certain level of decorum and respect for their privacy be followed.
Kent smiled as he read his father’s statement. “Dad does get right to the point. He tells them what’s what and sets the boundaries.”
“I do believe he likes me.”
“Ah, you’re all of that and more. He asked me to invite you to our home this weekend. It’s all casual. Just us and his current lady friend.”
“Oh. Wow. I hope I don’t make a fool of myself like use the wrong fork or something.”
“Follow my lead. You’ll be fine.”
“I thought you lived in a big apartment overlooking the park.”
“During the week. We have a house in Westchester overlooking the river. For weekends and holidays. It’s really ridiculously big.”
“I can’t wait.”
The press simmered down, perhaps thinking this wasn’t an area to start a fight with William Frazier.
Saturday Kent arrived with Curtis driving to take them to his family home.
“Hi Curtis!”
“Good morning Miss Benson.” Kent greeted her in the car with a kiss then they enjoyed the drive out of the city. Shay asked Kent to put down the divider.
“Curtis, I wanted to thank you again for helping me the other night.”
“My pleasure Miss. Just doing my job.”
“You do it well. I don’t know how you can drive on these busy roads. Back home I didn’t see these many cars in a year. I detect a bit of the home accent, where are you from?”
“Fayetteville Miss. But I’ve been here many years.”
“Fayetteville! That’s where we went when we wanted to go to the city.”
“Where do you hail from, if that’s not prying?”
“Grantham, and no I don’t mind, it’s nice to hear the accent. Thank you.”
“Grantham? That wasn’t more than an Exxon station last I was there.”
“It’s grown a little. Very little.” Shay sat back. She could see the smile touching the corner of the older man’s mouth. Curtis went back to concentrating on the busy roads. Shay looked over at Kent and squeezed his leg.