Audrey Exposed by Roxy Queen Read Free Book Online Page A

The party was lame, but the Dean’s wife, Whitney, was gorgeous. Huge breasts, a fine ass, and a tantalizing tongue that kept darting to the thin, red straw in her drink. I wasn’t surprised when she flirted with me. Flirtation is my currency, but she took it a step further, luring me into a tour of her home. With nothing on my mind but her body and my increasingly hardening dick, I followed her through the house, like a puppy dog after a bone.
    We fucked in the laundry room. I lifted her onto the countertop and she spread her legs, revealing her bare pussy, wet and ready. God, she was hot, dirty, too; and when we were finished, she gave me fifty dollars.
    I used the money to pay for gas, a loaf of bread , and a jar of peanut butter. One of the drawbacks to my lifestyle growing up was that my mother had a slew of kids and no real income. The only way out of that tiny Texas town was the scholarship I earned. I needed money and working minimum wage sucked. It felt like divine intervention when Whitney tracked down my number; and a week later, I’d been to her house three more times. I was also two hundred dollars richer. She wasn’t quite a desperate housewife; but she was lonely, horny, and tired of waiting on her husband to notice her. I was more than willing to fill his spot. She was more than willing to share my number with some of her friends.
    I’d left college with no debt, a satisfied libido , and a glowing reference from the Dean to Duke School of Psychology. Whitney referred me to some friends in Durham; and before long, I had a full schedule of clients.
    That’s how Dr. Markson found me in the first place. She’d heard word whispered about me through the grapevine and tracked me down , not for sex, but for the purposes of this study. We had an instant connection over our desire to study sexuality further, particularly, exposure therapy.
    “How old were you when you first had sex?” Audrey asks, her voice muffled by the cushioned bench.
    “Uh, I was a teenager.”
    “How old?”
    “Fifteen.” I ran my hands down Audrey’s back, feeling the outline of her shoulder blades and the elastic straps of her bra. I could get that off in a heartbeat and show her real sensuality, but that’s not the point here. Not yet.
    “Were you scared?”
    “Not really. Excited.”
    “What about the girl?”
    “She was older. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t her first.”
    “From there? Did you just hook up and stuff?”
    “Kind of. The way I grew up was a little different, I guess. We spoke pretty openly about sex and stuff.”
    “So it wasn’t a big deal to the girl?” she asks.
    I think back to that night with Sarah. She was into me, but was it a big deal? I’m not sure I ever thought about it before. “I don’t know. We never talked about it.”
    “What else do you remember?”
    “Uh, well, the first person I told after I had sex was my mom.”
    She lifts her head and opens her eyes. “Seriously?”
    I shrug. “Yeah. We’re close and it just wasn’t a big deal.”
    “What did she say?” She lies back on her stomach. I press my fingers into the shallow dip of her lower back.
    “She handed me a box of condoms and told me to wrap it up, and not to be a dic—jerk to girls.” I spot a flicker of a smile. I consider that talking about myself may help Audrey relax. “The girls in my community were tough as nails though. We all just rolled with it. It’s different but it worked.”
    “I bet,” she laughs.
    “What?”
    “I’m sure you were adorable. They were probably all over you.”
    “Hmm…” She had me there.
    “Did you like that? Girls pursuing you?”
    “Sometimes.” I think of my first time with the seventeen-year-old. “It made things easier, but there’s something about the thrill of the chase when it comes to something just out of reach.”
    “I wonder if guys think that about me; like seeing my virginity as a challenge, because that would suck. I’d give it away willingly, if I