So, I wrote this story. I posted a shorter version of it some time back, but decided to expand it greatly, so here is the first chapter, for your wanking pleasure :-)
Actually, this chapter just sets up the story, so you will want to stay tuned for the parts you can truly wank to.
Chapter 1
25 June 2006
Lara lived in the basement of her parents' home in Painesville, Ohio. She'd lived there all her life, so far, save for four years at University, but now, at the age of 24, having graduated from University near Rochester, New York, she had been starting to think about getting out of there, but not too hard. Melinda, her older sister and only sibling, had moved out a few years earlier, so her parents had not been pushing particularly hard for her to depart, fearing empty nest syndrome.
Lara was a petite woman, about 160cm tall and maybe weighing 50 kilos soaking wet. She had long, straight blonde hair, big brown eyes, and an enchanting smile. She wasn't overly endowed in the chest, but in very good shape, well-toned muscles, and very limber.
She had a steady boyfriend, Roger, whom she'd been dating for over a year now, a local boy, not someone from University. The plan for the moment was that she would stay where she was for the time being, and that they would move in together sometime in the next year or so. For now, she had the entire basement to herself and her cat, essentially having the benefit of an apartment, without the complication of rent. Her parents generally respected her privacy, and because they liked Roger, his frequent visits were usually left uninterrupted.
One night when Lara was on her own, her cell phone rang. It was her friend, Arianne.
"Hey, sweetie, what's up?" Lara called everyone sweetie. Lara was herself a real sweetheart, a true friend to anyone, a problem solver, and a total nympho. She was also the person that people -- both genders -- turned to when they were having relationship problems, and right now was Arianne's turn.
Arianne was sobbing on the other end of the phone. "It's David. He just told me to get the fuck out."
"He told YOU that? It's your apartment!"
"I know, and he knows, too, but he's really pissed off. Right now he's run out to God only knows where, and I need a friend!"
"Do you want me to swing by?" Lara asked.
"Would you mind, please?" whimpered Arianne.
"I'll be right over."
Lara flipped her phone closed and looked at the clock. 7:00 PM. She wandered up the stairs into the kitchen, where her mom was loading the dishwasher. "I'm going over to Ari's place.... she's having problems with David again. I think it sounds terminal."
"Okay, dear," her mom said, "Drive carefully, let me know if you need anything. Ari's a sweet girl, so let her know that I'm here for her, too."
"I know, Mom."
Lara got into her truck and drove over to Arianne's. Ari met her at the door, with tears streaking down her face. "Come in," she sobbed.
Where Lara was petite, Arianne was doubly so. She stood a mere 148cm, and weighed in well under 50 kilos. She had long, curly locks of brown hair, a shy manner, and her normally bright blue eyes were now swollen and red.
"Thank you for coming over," she sobbed. I've got to get away for a bit. I've got to just get this shit behind me and go away."
"I'm sure my folks wouldn't mind if you crashed at our place," Lara offered.
"Thanks, but I don't think it's a good idea."
"Why not?"
Arianne just sobbed some more. It looked like there was something she wanted to say, some deep, dark secret that she thought Lara should know, but that she just couldn't bring herself to say.
"Aww, sweetie, you know you can tell me anything."
She could. Lara was the best confidante a person could want. She also had a manner about her that could extract even the deepest, darkest secret out of anyone. Finally, Arianne gave in.
"I wet the bed," Arianne finally confessed.
"Is that all?" Lara said, putting Arianne at ease, "Listen, honey, it's okay. It happens to everyone once in a while."
"Three to four times a week, ever since I was 13," Arianne added.
"Awww, Ari, I'm so sorry."
"It's why David and I are fighting. He's so tired of it," she continued, "and it gets worse. I gush like a water fountain whenever I have sex."
"Oh!" Lara said, with the kernel of an idea forming in her brain.
"See why I'm in the shit? What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Arianne begged her friend.
"It's okay, sweetie. We can get you through this. You need a vacation."
"I know," Arianne squeaked, "but I can't do that, even."
"Got any vacation time at work?"
"Yeah?"
"Okay. Let me talk to someone I know about setting up a trip."
"Who?"
"Can't say just now. Let me set it up and take it from there. Listen, you can still crash at our place if you want. We'll figure out a way to deal with it."
Arianne looked around at her apartment. "You're right, I need to get out of here for a little while." She walked into another room and rustled around a bit. A moment later, she emerged with a backpack strapped to her back and a waterproof bed cover folded up in her arms. She went into the kitchen and pulled a paper bag out of a cupboard and put the cover in the bag.
"Let's go," she said to Lara, starting to cheer up.
Arianne shut off the lights, locked the door, and they left.
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