"You came in awfully late, young lady," her mother began gently. "I thought you understood: no late dates on school nights. Leave you too groggy to le...rn. You look half-asleep as it is." Un-huh." Charlene sipped her coffee. She couldn't resist asking. "How was your date?"Her mother's eyes clouded. "Oh, fine, fine." She was momentarily lost in a reverie of remembered passions -- as Charlene had hoped.But then her mother drained her cup and looked Charlene squarely in the eye. "Charly," Um?" Are. I needed a distraction from Daddy, from Beau, from everything, and a party at Gavin’s house sounded perfect.I grinned so wide it hurt. “All right, I’m in.”It was storming by the time we reached Gavin’s house. Lightning snapped in the sky, and thunder growled forebodingly in the distance. I felt like the storm was a sign that I should head back home, that bad things came in threes, that this was all a bad idea. It was almost like something or someone was whispering to me, but I couldn’t make out. (Oh, yeah, he loves messengers and delivery services. He needs to train a monkey to run stuff from one side of L.A. to the other so he can save money.) The package on my lap was kind of heavy so I guess it might be a dress. I opened the envelope and pulled out the evening's directives. He likes to be dramatic about it, using ivory vellum cards and a fountain pen, as if writing invitations to a wedding instead of commands for me. I was glad to read the enclosed message, his only requirements. I fastened my bra but scooped my tits out of the cups…my nipples were burning after the mauling they’d just had…I placed my dress over my head and smoothed it down over my well fucked body….Giving the guys one last tongue deep kiss I said my goodbyes and scooped my tits out of my dress as I walked to the taxi…..the driver held the door open for me as I stepped inside his taxi this time sitting in the front seat….he leant in and gave me a wonderfully soft sensual kiss…nibbling my lips gently and.