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Shawn climbed onto his bike and they headed to unknown destinations not previously discussed.
When he drove the bike back to its original location, Robin figured this is where he lived. It wasn’t a bad looking house, just one that looked like every other home in the neighborhood. Shawn didn’t turn on any lights but led her through the darkened house and up a flight of stairs. They ended up in a small but neat bedroom.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
“Is there a condom in here?” She replied.
“More than one.”
“Then it’s fine.”
Shawn undid his pants and slipped them off. Robin watched him. He had a very big dick and it wasn’t even completely hard. She slipped off her clothes and climbed into his bed. It smelled of fresh cotton. Shawn reached for a condom and then joined her in bed. He kissed her softly on each eyelid and then her nose and then he kissed her lips.
Robin trembled and reached up and clutched at the curls of his head, pulling him down onto her. Shawn’s tongue slipped between her lips and she parted them and allowed it. This is the second man that I’ve kissed, she thought. Then his sheathed cock was entering her and Robin thought, this is the second man that I’ve fucked. And then when the tears slipped down her temples and wet her curls, he kissed them away and she thought, this is a man that I will never forget.
Afterwards, Shawn drove her back to the ship. He watched her as she boarded it. He had never even asked her name.
Mama wasn’t in the room and Robin showered and slipped on pajamas. She lay curled up in a ball staring at nothing as the ships fireworks went off and the melody of Auld Lang Syne drifted faintly from the Captain’s deck.
Chapter 6
***FOUR MONTHS LATER***
“Three. And that's a magic number…”
The crowd always went wild when they played that song. They would go into hysterics when Robin would spit out the multiplication tables as they tried to sing along with her. It was a great song to end by. She walked off the stage when the applause died down. It was just a small club but her band played there every Thursday during open mic night. They were good, but not trying to break into the music business. It was just something to do to pass the time and have fun.
Sometimes she stayed to have a drink with Becca and Tracey; the other two girls that made up her group ORANGE CRUSH. It was the name they had chosen before she had joined. Robin herself did not particularly care for the name but she did like the two members of the group. They were both 21, fun and they each had the same voracious love of music that she had. The band played a hodge podge of different genres from Top 40, Alternative, classic rock and R&B to whatever played on the radio that interested them, then either Becca or Tracey would pull out their guitars and try to play it.
Robin stepped down from the stage and several people moved forward to tell her how good they had played. She thanked them and began dancing alone to the Progressive music that was now blasting over the speakers. Soon the other two girls moved to join her and the three gyrated until Robin was too thirsty to go any longer. She gestured to the bar indicating that she needed a break but then abruptly stopped before she could manage one word. Robin’s breath froze in her chest as she stared at the body that limped out the door. It was the willowy figure of a dark haired girl with a slightly crooked posture. Robin strained to get a better look at the familiar figure but the girl was swallowed by the throng of dancing bodies.
Robin shuddered, a bad taste suddenly flooding her mouth. Tracy tugged her arm until her attention was back on the subject at hand; a well needed drink. She forced a smile and joined her friends at the bar. Robin drank the first gin and tonic quickly, barely realizing that she
When he drove the bike back to its original location, Robin figured this is where he lived. It wasn’t a bad looking house, just one that looked like every other home in the neighborhood. Shawn didn’t turn on any lights but led her through the darkened house and up a flight of stairs. They ended up in a small but neat bedroom.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
“Is there a condom in here?” She replied.
“More than one.”
“Then it’s fine.”
Shawn undid his pants and slipped them off. Robin watched him. He had a very big dick and it wasn’t even completely hard. She slipped off her clothes and climbed into his bed. It smelled of fresh cotton. Shawn reached for a condom and then joined her in bed. He kissed her softly on each eyelid and then her nose and then he kissed her lips.
Robin trembled and reached up and clutched at the curls of his head, pulling him down onto her. Shawn’s tongue slipped between her lips and she parted them and allowed it. This is the second man that I’ve kissed, she thought. Then his sheathed cock was entering her and Robin thought, this is the second man that I’ve fucked. And then when the tears slipped down her temples and wet her curls, he kissed them away and she thought, this is a man that I will never forget.
Afterwards, Shawn drove her back to the ship. He watched her as she boarded it. He had never even asked her name.
Mama wasn’t in the room and Robin showered and slipped on pajamas. She lay curled up in a ball staring at nothing as the ships fireworks went off and the melody of Auld Lang Syne drifted faintly from the Captain’s deck.
Chapter 6
***FOUR MONTHS LATER***
“Three. And that's a magic number…”
The crowd always went wild when they played that song. They would go into hysterics when Robin would spit out the multiplication tables as they tried to sing along with her. It was a great song to end by. She walked off the stage when the applause died down. It was just a small club but her band played there every Thursday during open mic night. They were good, but not trying to break into the music business. It was just something to do to pass the time and have fun.
Sometimes she stayed to have a drink with Becca and Tracey; the other two girls that made up her group ORANGE CRUSH. It was the name they had chosen before she had joined. Robin herself did not particularly care for the name but she did like the two members of the group. They were both 21, fun and they each had the same voracious love of music that she had. The band played a hodge podge of different genres from Top 40, Alternative, classic rock and R&B to whatever played on the radio that interested them, then either Becca or Tracey would pull out their guitars and try to play it.
Robin stepped down from the stage and several people moved forward to tell her how good they had played. She thanked them and began dancing alone to the Progressive music that was now blasting over the speakers. Soon the other two girls moved to join her and the three gyrated until Robin was too thirsty to go any longer. She gestured to the bar indicating that she needed a break but then abruptly stopped before she could manage one word. Robin’s breath froze in her chest as she stared at the body that limped out the door. It was the willowy figure of a dark haired girl with a slightly crooked posture. Robin strained to get a better look at the familiar figure but the girl was swallowed by the throng of dancing bodies.
Robin shuddered, a bad taste suddenly flooding her mouth. Tracy tugged her arm until her attention was back on the subject at hand; a well needed drink. She forced a smile and joined her friends at the bar. Robin drank the first gin and tonic quickly, barely realizing that she
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