"Paige" (inspired by the FX tv series "The Americans")

[Alice2015]

"I've been ordered to look for you, find you, detain you," Connor informed Paige, adding, "and if necessary, kill you."

She didn't react with any sort of concern, believing that if he meant her any immediate harm, he wouldn't have warned her first. He spoke about her parents, then about the Faction within the Center. Then, he spoke of a Russian who might have had a connection to her parents.

Even more important, though, was that this man might have been working with her parents in opposition to the Faction. That made him the only person on Earth other than her parents -- and maybe Connor -- who Paige thought she could trust. But how was she supposed to make contact with him if he was in an FBI holding cell?

"So, where are you staying?" Connor asked. "I mean, if you need a place to lay your head at night."

He talked about how her mother wasn't here anymore to scare him from hitting on Paige, then teased about being a good boy or bad boy. Paige smiled, sipped at her coffee, and told him, "I've got a place ... for tonight, anyway. But maybe someday soon...?"

She could see the disappointment in Connor's face, but there were more important things with which to deal. "How do we find out more about this man, Burov? How to we contact him? I mean, if he's on our side in this fight ... shouldn't we try to make contact...? Ask him why he's here?"

 

[HumanBean]

Connor:

He was surprised by the total lack of emotional response from Paige. He'd just told her he was ordered to kill her if necessary. She'd only stared at him with that slight smile that often graced her lips.

"I've got a place ... for tonight, anyway," she said when he offered her a place to lay her head. "But maybe someday soon...?"

That perked up Connor's hopes a bit. Just the thought that she was willing to sleep over was enough to cause his cock to begin hardening.

"How do we find out more about this man, Burov?" she said, quickly changing the subject.

"Well, if he's in FBI contact as I've been led to believe, we don't," Connor answered. "I don't have anyone in that level of law enforcement who can help us on that.

"How do we contact him?" Paige continued. "I mean, if he's on our side in this fight ... shouldn't we try to make contact...? Ask him why he's here?"

"Absolutely, we should," Connor said, quickly reminding her, "But he's in FBI custody. It's not like slipping a note to a guy in class you have the hots for." He hesitated as the waitress checked up on them. "I know someone. An American. He's helped us in the past. For money. He's not what you would call ideologically sympathetic with us. But if anyone can find anything for us, he can."

He sipped at his newly filled cup of coffee. Unsure of whether to ask or not, Connor bravely ventured, "What's the story with your brother? It's my understanding that he's still here, that he doesn't know about, you know."

 

[Alice2015]

Paige was disappointed with the news about this Burov character. If he was indeed in FBI custody, under arrest for espionage, they'd never get to him. She would have found it ironic to learn that Burov had been trading dead drops with her own father and that that was how he came to be arrested; Burov was right in the middle of the investigation that had led to her parents' flight out of the country.

Of course, even if Burov hadn't been involved, the end had come to the life the Jennings had been living. Other information had fueled the FBI's investigation into the Illegals and -- because of Stan Beeman's suspicions -- Paige's parents had been suspected of and ultimately being found to be part of the espionage ring.

"I know someone," Connor continued regarding how to speak to the all important Russian. "An American."

The description of the man as being in it for the money didn't sit well with Paige. Her parents had had an asset like that at one point, a degenerate gambler who ended up giving himself away to the FBI and, ultimately, getting himself killed. That death had led to yet another one, a killing that Paige herself had witnessed -- or, at least, come upon seconds later. It had been the second time she'd seen her mother get into a violent altercation that ended in another person's death. She hadn't enjoyed either, of course.

"What's the story with your brother?" Connor suddenly and unexpectedly asked. "It's my understanding that he's still here, that he doesn't know about, you know."

"Didn't know," Paige corrected. She took a moment, wondering how much she should explain; need to know again. "We have ... had a friend who we left him with. He was supposed to tell Henry all about it. Everything my father had asked. Tell him everything."

Paige thought a moment while she sipped at her coffee. She continued, "We don't know what's happening there." She stood, saying, "I have to go. I'm expecting something delivered."

That was an odd thing to say, of course, as Paige had nowhere to which something could be delivered. She told Connor she'd keep in touch and departed.

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Paige had been reading about her parents in the newspaper, but the Press didn't have much more about the situation than she already did. Anonymous sources within the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Central Intelligence Agency, Homeland Security, and multiple police forces in and surrounding Washington DC were all involved in a manhunt for an unknown number of possibly Russian spies.

There was an extreme lack of concrete details, and some of what they had was patently false. One detail they did have correct was that these spies had family members who'd been taken into custody by the FBI. Actually, that should have been family member, singular, but close enough for government work, as they'd been saying since the advent of government, likely.

That part of the story was all of it which Paige cared. She wanted to know that her brother was dealing with all of this. Again, she drove past her home in Falls Church for a peek at both the Jennings and Beeman homes. The vehicles in front of her house had thinned out, with one evidence collection/processing van, one FBI SUV, and one Falls Church police cruiser remaining.

There had been a decrease in activity in front of the Beeman house as well; the last time Paige had passed by Stan's car had been out front with another Federal vehicle, but the latter was now absent. Paige wondered what that meant, but obviously she couldn't spend time milling about to learn anything. She shouldn't have been there in the first place.

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Paige returned to the street on which Nick lived later that day, only to find a suspicious vehicle sitting half a block down from his building. She found a parking space from which she could watch both the car and the front entrance, but after 3 hours she'd learned nothing at all. Her theory of better safe than sorry took over, and after she pulled away after dark, she returned to the parking garage in which her parents -- and now she -- kept the car. She slept in the back seat that night, missing the comfort of the forger's couch.

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Not wanting to sleep in the backseat of her car again in the early December cold but also not wanting to chance Nick's house, Paige arranged another surprise encounter with Connor in the late afternoon of the next day, asking, "Is that offer of a place to lay my head down still open?"

 

[HumanBean]

Stan Beeman and Henry Jennings:

The investigation into the Illegals was advancing rapidly. At the same time, it was going nowhere. The FBI had swept up multiple suspects in their operation. None of them were talking, though. And, or course, the Jennings were still on the loose. Because of Stan Beeman. He'd had them cornered in an underground parking garage. He could have arrested them then and there. But he'd let them go. And since then, there had been no sign of them.

Stan arrived home to relieve the FBI agent posted there to watch over Henry Jennings while Stan was away working. Stan's boss had wanted Henry put into protective custody in a safe house outside the DC area. Stan had fought that and won. The boy was devastated by what he'd learned about his parents and sister. Stan had become Henry's best friend prior to the revelations about the boy's family. What with leaving school to live back here in Falls Church, Stan was now Henry's only friend.

"Did you find them?" Henry asked after he and Stan were alone. "Did you arrest them?"

"No, Henry," Stan said simply. He asked the boy if he'd eaten. The answer of no led to them digging out some microwaveable dinners and cans of soda. After many minutes of no conversation, Stan asked, "Do you want them to be caught? And arrested?"

This was the first time Stan had asked Henry that question. Their conversations prior to this had been about the past. About the clues Henry had missed. About the clues Stan had missed. About the strange behavior that Henry had thought was just what parents were like. They'd talked about Henry's future, of course. Stan had promised him a home here with him no matter what.

But they had never talked about the possible future of his parents and sister. Again, Stan hypothesized, "The three of them are unlikely to be found, let alone arrested. Even with the new border security, they probably got into Canada. A visit to the embassy or consulate, and they'd be heading for Russia in no time."

Stan was sorry he'd said that so glibly. The boy's family was gone, forever. They'd left him behind, like leftovers at a family barbeque. Henry considered Stan's question a while. Then, he said only, "I dunno."


Connor:

He knew of Stan Beeman and the Agent's connection to the Jennings family, of course. He didn't, however, know that Stan was the former friend caring for Henry. If he had, he likely would have cut off his contact with Paige. There was already too much danger out there right now. The FBI was scouring the DC area for Illegals.

Paige made her departure. Connor immediately proceeded to prepare another dead drop. He couldn't tell his handler that he was meeting with Paige, of course. The message he sent essentially said that he was still on the case and little more.

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A couple of days later, Paige was there before Connor again. She asked, "Is that offer of a place to lay my head down still open?"

"Of course," he told her. "C'mon." He took her on a meandering walk meant to look for tails. There were none. They were suddenly at his car, in his car, and heading across DC. Thirty minutes later, they were at his apartment. He confessed as they entered, "It's not much. But it's home."

It looked much like Nick's apartment, not that Connor would know that. Small living room, small connecting kitchen and dining room, small bedroom. Even the bathroom was small, with a bathtub that wasn't long enough to fully stretch out it. But it was all a single man needed. He slept there just fine, ate there just fine. On occasion he fucked there just fine. Not as often as he wished, of course.

Connor hurriedly cleaned the kitchen table of the books and papers spread across it. "I'm taking some classes at UDC." He was speaking of the University of the District of Columbia. "Political science. Economics. Even Script Writing. Everyone needs a hobby. Thought maybe I'd write a spy story one day."

He smiled to Paige at that last comment. Connor certainly had the information to write such a tale. He didn't have the talent for it, though. He was much better at being a spy then writing about one. He offered food and drink to Paige. "I have lots of leftovers, but I can cook something hot if you want. I'm a pretty good cook. Took a class for that, too."

He went to work in the kitchen and was soon laying out a spread before Paige. Often, his gaze fell upon her body. He loved a petite woman with nice tits. That described Paige to a tee. Once he sat down, Connor said, "I'm sorry if talking about your brother was difficult. I probably should have kept my mouth shut about it. I, um..."

He went silent for several seconds. "I never had siblings. Here or back home." He never referred to Russia by name. The Illegals had been taught not to. "I miss my parents, of course. My mother, at least. Dad was a drunk. He was around, but barely. I had no problem leaving him behind. But mom, that was hard."

They finished eating. Connor thought he could see exhaustion in Paige's eyes. "I'm going to make a bed for you." He gathered bedding from the hall closet and disappeared into his bedroom. Reappearing, he gathered another set of sheets with a blanket and set them on the couch. He gestured toward the open bedroom door. "You take my bed. I'll sleep out here. I'm not making you sleep out here. You're my guest."

He moved to the kitchen table to put away the things that needed to go in the fridge. "I'll clean the rest up in the morning. You look exhausted."

 

[Alice2015]

"Of course," Connor told Paige when she asked about staying overnight at his place. When they arrived, he told her, "It's not much. But it's home."

Paige had loved the apartment in which she'd lived just prior to going on the run. It had been in a building exclusively for students of George Washington University, surrounding her with people who were her own age and who had similar interests and activities to her own. There were stark differences as well, though; as far as she knew, none of them had become spies for Russia during their Freshman year.

Nick's apartment was smaller and decor-lacking relative to Paige's, but -- like he said -- it was home to him.

"I'm taking some classes at UDC," he said about the textbooks, notebooks, and scattered papers. He spoke of his specific classes.

"I was taking Political Science at GW," she told him. "Other stuff ... on my way to a liberal arts degree." To herself, Paige mumbled, "That's over now."

Connor offered her a choice between leftovers and a hot meal, to which she chose the former. "Don't go to a whole lot of effort for me. I dropped in unexpectedly. Cold is perfectly fine. My diet is mostly microwave and leftovers anyway."

He brought out a surprisingly large number of plastic containers from the fridge and boxed or bagged treats from the cupboards. Connor surprised Paige very much as Nick had; for single males, each of them had had an amazing amount of ready foods from which to eat. Her fridge at her apartment typically had fewer than half a dozen containers in it other than perhaps the milk, OJ, condiments, and -- in the crisper -- fruits and vegies.

He apologized for bringing up Henry, then explained about his own lack of siblings; his story about his dad made Paige feel lucky for having the father she'd had. That surprised her a bit, thinking about her father that way. The last few years -- during which he'd faded away from the family business and Paige, under her mother's tutelage, had become ever more involved -- had been trying times for the family.

Philip Jennings had tried to keep his daughter out of espionage at the beginning. After it had become necessary to tell her what he and Elizabeth did, he'd tried to limit her exposure and participation. The two of them had even come to blows once when Paige mistakenly expressed her feelings that she could take care of herself in a physical confrontation and Philip proved she couldn't by knocking her around, pinning her to a wall of her own apartment, and proving to her that she was in no way ready to be in this line of work.

When dinner was finished and Paige was in fact showing signs of fatigue, Connor prepared two beds, offering his own to Paige. She immediately said, "No, no way. I'm not taking your bed."

"I'm not making you sleep out here," he countered. "You're my guest."

She tried to fight him over it, but he only turned away to tend to the food and dishes; when she offered to help, he politely turned the offer down, told her to get some sleep, and said, "I'll clean the rest up in the morning. You look exhausted."

Paige reluctantly accepted the dismissal from chores and headed to Connor's bedroom. She realized how badly she needed a shower and stripped down to take one. Exhausted as she was, Paige had forgotten that the bathroom was accessed by a door in the hallway, not directly from the bedroom.

She donned a sports jersey she found tossed over a deck chair and headed out into the hall, catching sight of Connor in front of the couch as he shed his shirt and was stepping out of his shoes. Even though she shouldn't have, Paige stood there quietly, watching as her host unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped, and shed his jeans.

Connor wore tight fitting briefs that really showed off the muscular buttocks that went so well with the rest of his muscular frame. Again, Paige should have slipped unseen into the bathroom; she knew that any moment, Connor was going to turn to sit on the couch and see her standing there. But she couldn't -- or wouldn't -- do what she knew was the right thing, and sure enough, her host turned and found her standing in the hall watching him with hungry eyes.

They stared at each other for the longest moment before Paige said with a soft voice, "I'm going to shower. But ... if you wanted to join me..."

She left it at that, turning and entering the bathroom. She shed the tee, leaving her naked, turned on the water -- which surprisingly got hot in just seconds, in contrast to the water flow at her own place -- and stepped into the tub, not knowing whether she'd be getting company or not.

 

[HumanBean]

Connor:

He was surprised when he turned to find Paige standing in the bathroom door wearing his Washington Senators jersey and, possibly, nothing more. She was looking him up and down as he stood there in just his briefs and socks. He was obviously looking her up and down as well.

She told him, "I'm going to shower. But ... if you wanted to join me..."

Connor didn't say anything. He was in shock. Had Paige really invited him to shower with her? She had! He'd heard it! She disappeared into the bathroom. At that same moment, Connor realized that his erection was pressing the front of his briefs out very conspicuously. Had she seen that? Did it matter?

He stood there a while wondering whether this was a good idea or not. They had often flirted with one another. Well, a handful of times. And only when her parents weren't in ear shot. But Connor had never imagined that this day would actually come until she'd asked to stay the night at his place. Even then, he'd very truly expected to sleep separately from her.

He headed for the bathroom, finding the door still wide open. A very naked Paige was just stepping into the shower. Her body was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Long legs, tight ass, narrow waist. She turned to face the water without pulling the curtain shut. Her tits were just as perfect. Firm, B-cups if he knew his bosom sizes. Her nipples were erect, very much as was his cock.

Connor slipped into the bathroom, closed the door, and shed his briefs. Stepping in behind her, he reached to her hips. His heart was pounding with excitement. He was no stranger to women, of course. He'd averaged maybe six or seven lovers a year since coming to America. And that didn't include the women -- and two men -- who he'd had sex with while on the job.

And yet, laying hands upon Paige was something else. He didn't know how she wanted to proceed with this. So he told himself to follow her lead. And enjoy whatever came of it.

 

[HumanBean]

Meanwhile, at Nick's house:

Nick was a bit disappointed that Paige hadn't returned. This would be the second night in a row that she didn't sleep on his couch. He hadn't heard anything from her either. He'd given her his email address, his burner phone's number, and his social media accounts. If she needed to get word to him, she had a dozen ways to do so. She was smart and well trained, so Nick was certain Paige could find a way to contact him confidentially.

And yet she didn't. He watched late night television until almost 3am. Finally deciding that she wasn't showing up, he went to bed. He had some of her ID and cards and was eager to get them to her. He'd just have to wait. And hope she hadn't been arrested.

 

[Alice2015]

Paige with Connor:

(OOC: Just a reminder of what Paige looks like.)

Paige hadn't pulled the shower curtain fully closed, wanting her host to have a clear view of her when he followed her into the bathroom. After a long moment, as the hot water cascaded down upon her body, she began to think Connor was going to pass, when out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement in the doorway.

A chill ran up her spine, and to her surprise -- even under the cascading hot water -- goosebumps exploded across the skin of her arms and upper legs. It would never have occurred to her that her body could react like that. Of course, she'd never invited a man she barely knew into the shower with her.

Paige had only had two lovers before this. She'd lost her virginity over Christmas break of her freshman year of university to a fellow classmate who'd told her he was quitting school and returning home to Minnesota. She'd liked the guy almost enough to be his lover but had really only let him fuck her because she no longer wanted to be a virgin. That relationship had ended just as she'd hoped: he got on a plane the afternoon after he'd deflowered her, and Paige never saw nor heard from him again.

The second relationship had been more lasting: three weeks, eight fucks. That one had been a fusion of private and professional needs on Paige's part. The young man had most definitely been someone to whom Paige was physically attracted. But the true reason she'd gone home with him the night of their third date was that Paige had googled him upon their initial meeting and learned that he was an Aide to a US Senator who was reported to be a key vote in upcoming legislation regarding the rearmament of Ukraine in its war against Russia.

As the man flirted with Paige that first night, he'd told her my boss has the future of the Ukraine in the palm of his hand. Paige had thought that being close to a man like that might result in pillow talk that might be of value to her mother and, in extension, the Center and Mother Russia. It had, too, with Paige learning from her lover information about a second Senator on the first's committee who'd had an affair with a 19-year-old male staffer. Paige had passed the information to her mother, and two weeks later, just before a key vote on the arms package, the Senator resigned his seat for medical reasons. The package was delayed and still to this day hadn't been passed.

That relationship might have continued for quite some time if it hadn't been for Stan Beeman and the FBI investigation into the Illegals. In fact, Paige had had a date with the Aide for the night after she and her parents fled for Canada, a trip that for Paige had ended with a reversal at the international border, of course.

And now, as Connor stepped into the bathroom, closed the door unnecessarily behind him, and stripped off his briefs, Paige's third sexual relationship seemed about to begin. Just as his eyes were taking her in from head to toe and up again, her eyes fell upon his manly features. He was a fit young man, muscular but not the body builder type, but Paige's gaze settled with a combination of joy and anxiety on a cock that was longer and thicker than either of the two she'd seen firsthand before.

Connor stepped into the shower from the opposite end, behind her. She considered turning to face him but didn't; she suddenly truly realized how nervous she was, with her heart beating hard and her chest swelling and contracting with deep, anxious breaths. She flinched just a bit, likely unnoticeable to Connor, as his hands found her waist.

She waited to see what he would do next -- to see how fast he would move -- but found herself surprised when Connor only caressed his hands over the wet skin of her waist and hips. Suddenly realizing that she wanted more from him and wanted it quickly, Paige turned to face him, reached out, and pulled him to her for an immediate and deeply passionate kiss. As the embrace continued, she felt his hard cock pressed between their bellies. That led to another chill up the back and, this time, a giggle from her.

"Sorry," she whispered after pulling her face back to look him in the eyes. She wasn't exactly sure why she was apologizing. She kissed him more softly, explaining, "I just ... I got a chill up my back. That's what you do to me, Connor. Give me the chilly willies." She laughed, adding, "That's a good thing."

They kissed again, their hands now pulling each other firmly against one another. Paige couldn't get past how massive Connor's cock felt pressed against her belly. After a minute or two -- it was hard to tell through the raw passion -- she let a hand slide down his chest and belly and, after pushing back just a couple of inches, grasped his shaft tightly and began stroking it long and slow.

"Is this alright?" she asked. "Can I do this?"

Paige had never really spent much time with a cock in her hand. She hadn't touched her first lover's penis at all; he'd wrapped it with a condom, put it inside her, stroked a couple of dozen times, orgasmed, pulled it out, and they were done. She'd only handled the Aide's cock twice, each time to put him inside her while she was straddling his waist, yearning for her still-unattained first orgasm with another human being. She'd never performed oral on either of her lovers nor beat them off either.

But she found it an instant joy to have Connor's impressive cock in her hand. She reached her second hand to a bottle of shampoo on the shower's shelf, flipped open the top, and squirted a rather large glob of it out onto his cock before intensifying her stroking. Paige watched the man's reaction and smiled as she recognized the expression of building pleasure.

She'd never done anything like this before, but she wasn't so naive as to not understand what would happen if she didn't stop. And, unless Connor did something to stop her, Paige wouldn't ... not until she'd caused him to explode. She found this extremely stimulating and satisfying, and she was going to enjoy it to its fullest.

 

[HumanBean]

Connor:

He hadn't expected Paige to take hold of him as she did. He was very glad she did. She may have thought she didn't know what she was doing. But she did. Connor moaned after just a few strokes, and when Paige added the lubricating soap, it only got better.

He leaned forward, placing one hand flat against the wall behind Paige to support himself. The other found her incredible body, caressing her skin, gently groping a firm tit, sliding down to cup an ass cheek.

"My God, that feels good," he whispered as he kissed Paige. "Really good."

His description came up far short of the reality. Paige somehow knew exactly what she needed to do to drive him nuts. After just a minute or so, Connor realized that he was going to cum.

"If you don't," he started, unable to finish. "If you keep doing that..." Again, Connor ceased what he was trying to tell her. Paige continued stroking him. He could feel the build up and knew there was no stopping. He kissed her passionately, then warned, "I'm gonna cum."

 

[Alice2015]

"My God, that feels good," Connor whispered. "Really good."

Paige couldn't have suppressed her smile even if she'd wanted to; she was overjoyed with and even proud of herself that she could cause such obvious pleasure in this decade-or-so older man who surely had had far more lovers than her own count of just two.

His expression and – both between and during kisses – moans only confirmed what he murmured to Paige after a minute or so: "If you don't …if you keep doing that … I'm gonna cum."

Paige didn't stop, of course, and instead gripped Conner’s cock tighter and accelerated her stroking of it. A few seconds later, just as Paige looked down between their bodies at his rock hard member, it leapt in her hands, shooting forth a massive wad of white cum that splashed upon her belly. Paige's eyes widened in surprise; neither of her lovers had ever ejaculated anywhere but deep inside her before and even then into a condom. She'd seen men in porn videos cum just about everywhere one could -- into a woman's (or man's) mouth, atop her belly or backside, or (yuk!) all over her face -- but seeing it live while she grasped and stroked Connor was incredible.

Paige’s mouth fell open and she nearly gasped as another and another and another massive volley of Connor’s seed fired forth. Each initially clung to her flesh before the shower water falling upon her shoulders and chest and cutting a path downward between her pert breasts, meandered down her smooth belly, and washed each glob down to gather with its predecessors upon her neatly trimmed, triangular patch of pubes.

 

[HumanBean]

Connor grasped the safety rails on the wall and door as he felt the pleasure rising higher and higher within him. He grunted out loudly as his cock began spewing great globs of his seed upon her. His knees weakened, yet somehow, he remained standing, though his upper body slowly fell forward until his forehead was resting on Paige's shoulder.

His chest swelled and shrank with deep breaths of ecstasy. His heart pounded and his brain swam in the euphoria. He handed experienced such a delightful orgasm in quite some time. After only God knows how long, Connor raised his head to look into Paige's eyes. His mouth was wide with a pleased smile.

"My ... God ... that felt ... great!" he whispered. He licked his lips, leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers as one hand pulled her body tightly to his.

 

[Alice2015]

“My ... God…” Connor whispered, “that felt ... great!”

Paige wrapped her arms around the man's torso, joining the embrace as they kissed erotically. She could feel Connor’s heart beating hard in his chest, only increasing her joy in what she'd done to him. When their mouths finally parted, she told him with a seductive smirk, “It’s only going to get better.”

They separated, rinsed their bodies, stepped out, and dried one another. There was far more intimate touching involved than necessary to get the job done. Ultimately, Paige took Connor’s hand in her own and led him to his bed.

“I use condoms,” she said matter-of-factly, retrieving her purse from atop his dresser where she'd put it. Her smirk returned as she added, “If that's a turn-off … too bad.”

She pulled out a string of a half dozen condoms and dangled them before her as she backed to the bed. Looking down to Connor’s groin, she found his cock just as hard and ready for action as it had been in the shower.

“Of course, we might have a problem,” she mused, reflecting on the size of his manhood. “These are left over from when I was dating a guy who … well … he was lacking in comparison.”

 

[HumanBean]

“It’s only going to get better,” Paige said with a tone that Connor took as a promise. She led him out of the shower for a very intimate drying session in which each of them caressed and fondled the other in ways he hadn't in far too long a time. Again in his bedroom, she told him, “I use condoms. If that's a turn-off … too bad.”

"It's not," he said without hesitation. She pulled the protection from her purse, then commented that they might be too small for his above-average size. Connor nodded toward the lamp table next to his bed, saying, "The ones in the drawer fit perfectly. But first..."

He moved up to her again, taking her in his arms for another erotic, hand-roaming embrace as he backed her toward the bed. Arriving at it, Connor lowered Paige onto the edge, leaned to kiss her again as he dropped to his knees, then asked as he urged her respectfully urged her knees apart, "May I...? I'd really like to return the favor you paid me in the shower."

If Paige did nothing to prevent it, Connor would put his mouth to Paige's pussy and, asking for and following her directions, do his absolute best to drive her to the same ecstasy he'd been driven to earlier.

 

[Alice2015]

Connor didn't have to explain what he had in mind as he lowered Paige's ass to the bed and his knees to the floor. And while most women would have been excited about having their pussy eaten, Paige was a bit more hesitant. She'd only partaken of oral sex once in her nine times naked with a man, and it had been anything but pleasurable. The Congressional Aide she'd been fucking in the hopes of partaking of pillow talk about then-upcoming votes on aid to Ukraine had gone down on Paige their first time together, chewing and gnawing and lapping at her like some starving child devouring a sweet treat. She hadn't had the heart to critique his performance -- and hadn't wanted to alienate him their first time in bed either -- so she'd endured the performance with moans, soft cries, and a final loud scream of feigned ecstasy in a dual effort to boost his ego and get him to stop.

Still, when Connor urged her knees open, Paige complied with a smile on her face and a whispered, "Return the favor ... definitely."

She lowered her body back to her elbows as Connor slipped his arms under her thighs and put his mouth to her sensitive flesh. Paige drew a sharp breath as his tongue immediately found her clit and slid up it slowly and softly, then again, then a third time. Her previous lover hadn't been this tender with her womanhood, and Paige looked down upon Connor with a sudden feeling that maybe, just maybe, this might actually turn out to be pleasurable after all.

When Connor asked her what she liked, Paige could only laugh. Seeing his reaction, she explained with a combination of surprise and appreciation, "No man has ever cared enough to ask that before." She drew another deep breath as his tongue again washed over her lust button, then -- realizing what her comment might have sounded like to the man who knew so little of her -- told him, "I mean ... I've only ever been with two men ... one of them just once ... but ... neither of them had honestly seemed to be that interested in my pleasure."

Connor proceeded to show Paige that he was very much interested in her satisfaction. He surprised her by doing this or that with his tongue, lips, and fingertips, then asking what did or didn't feel good, followed by changing his actions as needed. Honestly, Paige didn't need to direct Connor much as he was amazing down there between her thighs. He sped up, slowed down, increased or decreased the pressure of his tongue upon her sensitive clit. In no time at all, Paige was writhing about, crying softly as she experienced a pleasure she'd never before known, even at the workings of her own fingertip or vibrator.

She was already certain that orgasm was imminent when she felt a finger or two slipping inside of her. She looked down to him again but couldn't see what he was doing with his probing digits. Paige could feel it, though, as Connor's upturned fingertips found the inside of the front of her love canal and began caressing the soft, sensitive flesh there gently but rapidly. She exclaimed, "Jesus...! Oh, Jesus, what're you ... oh God ... oh God, what're...!"

As he had before, Connor took a moment to ask if she liked that, to which Paige laughed aloud and replied with joy, "Oh, fuck yeah!" She was losing control, the pleasure like nothing she'd ever imagined, and with her head falling back, her back arching, and her lungs taking in and holding a deep breath for a long moment, Paige screamed out as a previously unknown, previously unimagined euphoria exploded throughout her body. Tremors rocked through Paige, her skin exploding in goosebumps, an entirely new sensation for her; she'd experience climax as a result of her own doings before, but never had it been like this before.

What made this orgasm even more unimaginable was that her lover continued pleasuring her even after it was obvious that Paige had achieved her amazing climax. Connor tongue didn't slow or stop on her clit; his fingers continued massaging her insides. The waves of euphoria went on and on and on, seemingly with no end in sight. She didn't want it to end, of course, but after a minute or two or ten -- how could she know? -- Paige's body couldn't take anymore. She tightened the fingers of one hand in Connor's hair, pulling his head upwards while her second hand grasped at his own fingers and tried desperately to pull them from within her.

"Stop! Oh, God, stop!" she begged. "No more! No more! I can't ... no ... I can't..."

Later, Paige would chastise herself for forcing an end to the pleasuring, but right now her body and mind both were so overwhelmed by the euphoria exploding through her that she was ... was what ... scared...? It was a pleasure she'd never experienced before, never imagined before, and yes, it scared her on some level to be partaking of it.

As her heart pounded, and her chest rose and fell to the deep, quick breaths, Paige pulled Connor up her body by his hair, not wanting to hurt him, of course, but desperate to have his full body against her own. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing her mouth to him in a passionate kiss interrupted by her continuing gasps for air.

"I can't believe you did that to me," Paige said, almost sounding as if she was accusing Connor of having done something bad or inappropriate. But then she laughed, kissed him again, laughed a second time between gasps, and told him with deep sincerity, "My God, I've ... I've never felt something ... so incredible ... in all my life" She kissed him again before whispering, "Thank you, Connor. Oh, my God ... thank you."

Paige couldn't help but laugh again; she was overwhelmed by the sheer joy of what Connor had done to her. She reached her hands down to his ass cheeks, digging her modest fingernails into his flesh to urge him to rub his shaft up and down her wetness before kissing him again and whispering, "I want you inside me ... now ... please. I wanna feel you inside me."

 

[HumanBean]

"No man has ever cared enough to ask that before," Paige said about her previous partners' lack of concern for her own sexual pleasure.

Two very different thoughts battled inside Connor's head at Paige's claim. The first was men suck! Not all men did, of course. He knew that. There were a lot of men like himself who put their lovers' pleasure ahead of their own. The other thought was Oh, you're gonna like me then. Connor had every intention of making this young beauty writhe about in pleasure like, by her own claim, she never had before.

When Paige told him that she'd only ever been with two other men, Connor smiled in delight. She's practically a virgin, he thought to himself. Sexually inexperienced women were unusual for him. He'd been with dozens, even hundreds of women, but they'd almost always been older than him, sometimes by decades. Much like Paige's own mother, Elizabeth, seduction was an important tool in Connor's box of skills.

The vast majority of Connor's sexual encounters since coming to the United States had been job-related. His lovers had had positions in the government, the military, or private companies that worked with either of them. Others had been married to men who held those positions.

Connor targeted them for a specific reason: intelligence. He gained information via pillow talk or via searches of their homes, offices, or electronic devices. Women, just like men, tended to talk a bit more freely when they were sexually sated or thought they were about to be.

Being with a girl still in her teens, even if just barely so as was Paige, was something Connor hadn't even enjoyed when he himself was a teen. Connor was going to enjoy this. And he was going to do his best to ensure that Paige did, too.

..............................................​

"Stop! Oh, God, stop!" Paige begged when the previously unknown and unexperienced euphoria simply became too much for her. "No more! No more! I can't ... no ... I can't..."

Connor complied, softly murmuring Oww, oww, careful as Paige grasped his hair and pulled him up her body to lay atop her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing her passionately, desperately. She whispered between deep breaths, "I can't believe you did that to me."

"Sorry...?" he responded playfully. He wasn't sorry, of course. He'd very much enjoyed eating her out. Oral sex was something he'd spent a great deal of time perfecting. Connor would never tell Paige this, of course, but Elizabeth Jennings herself had tutored him in the sexual arts when he first arrived in America. Oh, sure, he'd had lessons in Russia before his emigration. But Elizabeth had instructed Connor in the subtleties, such as the little trick he'd done with his fingers on the front, inside wall of Elizabeth's daughter's pussy. Kissing Paige again, he whispered with a sincere tone, "I enjoyed doing that."

She laughed, kissing him again. "My God, I've ... I've never felt something ... so incredible ... in all my life. Thank you, Connor. Oh, my God ... thank you."

He returned the laugh. "You don't have to thank me. That was very much my pleasure."

She laughed again, grasping his ass. She worked their bodies against one another. His cock slid easily up and down between her sopping wet labia. She whispered, "I want you inside me ... now ... please. I wanna feel you inside me."

"If you insist," Connor whispered back, laughing softly, kissing her again. He slipped an arm under Paige's waist and rolled toward the edge of the bed, taking her with him. Pulling the nightstand drawer open, he retrieved a condom and a bottle of lube. He rolled them back to the middle of the bed, laughing at her reaction to his acrobatics. Rising to his knees between her own, he ripped open the wrapper, donning the prophylactic with obvious experience. He asked, "Top or bottom? I like both, so I want you to choose."

 

[Alice2015]

Paige giggled at Connor's "Oww, oww, careful" as she pulled him up her body by his hair. She teased, "Sorry. I guess the whole pull my hair thing is supposed to be guys doin' it to gals."

She laughed again when Connor grasped her and rolled to the edge or the back and then back again. She watched him rip open the condom package and don the latex rain jacket with obvious familiarity. She wondered for a moment whether she should be offended at being just another notch on the bedpost. That thought was quickly replaced by the realization that his earlier skill at driving her crazy was a result of all that previous practice.

"Top or bottom?" he asked as he popped the top on the bottle and prepared to lubricate his incredible tool. "I like both, so I want you to choose--"

"Don't do that, please," Paige said, quickly sitting up just enough to reach and snatch the bottle from him. She tossed it to the bedroom floor, then maneuvered Connor out from between her legs and to his back. "We won't need it." She leaned down to kiss him as she moved into position over his groin. She whispered as she grasped his sheathed cock and pressed its fat, bulbous end at her hole, "Trust me."

She worked his cock's head back and forth through her from her clit to her taint, the condom collecting more and more of her natural lube as it passed through between the soft folds of her labia. Then, positioning it just right, Paige lowered down upon it until the big, swollen bulb penetrated her. She grimaced at a shot of pain, tensing from head-to-toe for a moment, then relaxing as she explained, "It's been a while--" Smiling, then giggling, Paige added, "And like I said earlier ... you're big ... so..."

She took more and more of Connor's thickness into her tightness, grimacing with the increasing depth of his intrusion; she pulled him out a couple of times and swiped him to and fro again to pick up more of her juices, even spitting into her palm once and greasing his shaft. She giggled again, saying, "Maybe we should have used the gooey stuff."

But she managed without the bottle's contents, taking more and more and more of Connor inside her until finally, after many grimaces and accompanying soft moans, she was sitting fulling down in his lap, his full nine or so inches of fat cock nestled within her. For the longest time, Paige simply sat there, still as a statue, accompanying herself to his massiveness. She gestured for his hands and interlaced her fingers with his, clutching him tightly. Her heart was pounding, her chest swelling and shrinking with deep breaths.

"I don't do this," she found herself suddenly saying unexpectedly. She clarified, "I don't sleep around. I ... I've only been with two other men. I told you that, didn't I?" Paige stared into Connor's beautiful eyes, confessing, "I've wanted to be with you since the first time I met you." She paused for his reaction, if there was one. She continued, "I didn't know what making love was back then ... what sex was ... but ... I knew even then ... I knew I wanted to be with you ... like this ... one day."

 

[HumanBean]

"Don't do that, please," Paige said, confusing Connor for a moment. She'd just asked him to fuck her, and now she was saying don't? But then she tossed the lube away and explained, "We won't need it. Trust me."

Connor went with her choice. If she was as inexperienced as she claimed, he feared this might not go as smoothly and painlessly as she thought. He turned out to be right. Paige ... was ... tight! She was wet enough not to hurt herself through friction. But the clenching of her pussy muscles about his shaft as she forced him inside her left her grimacing, moaning, and moving slow and carefully. Connor himself groaned deeply at the feel, amazed. He'd never felt anything like her.

"It's been a while--" she said, giggling as she took him little by little. "And like I said earlier ... you're big ... so..."

Connor sat perfectly still as Paige worked him inside of her. When she was finally sitting with her firm ass cheeks in his lap, he murmured, "My God, Paige ... you feel amazing."

"I don't do this," she said, her statement initially confusing for Connor. Then she clarified, "I don't sleep around. I ... I've only been with two other men. I told you that, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did," he confirmed. His hands had moved up to her hips. He caressed her smooth skin, confessing, "I've been with women. I probably don't have to tell you that. And I'm not bragging. I don't see my past as something to brag about. I just thought I should be honest. I'm not sleeping with anyone now ... not recently either."

He was lying, but she wouldn't know it. Connor was smooth and convincing with no deception tells. It was part of what made him so good at being a spy. Currently, he was working two women. One was the wife of a Congressman. The other was a Senior Vice President at a shipping company with classified Pentagon contracts.

"I've wanted to be with you since the first time I met you," Paige told Connor. "I didn't know what making love was back then ... what sex was ... but ... I knew even then ... I knew I wanted to be with you ... like this ... one day."

By the time Paige finished, Connor was smiling widely. It boosted his ego to hear this beauty's confession. But there was more to his smile than that. One of the lessons Elizabeth Jennings had given him came back to him now. She'd tasked him with picking up a woman in a dive bar. The barfly had been less than attractive. Honestly, she'd been ugly as sin. Her personality hadn't been any better. Elizabeth had told him, "Imagine you're with someone else, someone beautiful, someone sexy. Picture this beauty while you make love to your target."

Connor and Elizabeth had been lovers prior to this lesson. He'd asked if he imagine her. Elizabeth had smiled and responded, "If that works for you."

But it wasn't his fellow Illegal who Connor ended up picturing as he chewed on the woman's pussy, then fucked it as well. It had been Elizabeth's daughter. Paige had been too young for him to be fantasizing doing such things to her. But she had already become a stunning beauty. And being there in Connor's mind's eye had done the trick. He'd stayed stiff long enough to fuck and cum in the woman not just once, not just twice, but three times.

He couldn't tell Paige this, obviously. He wouldn't tell her this. He'd sound like a total perv. Instead, Connor said, "You're beautiful. And I've fantasized about you for a while, too. A while."

He thought Paige would be ready to start fucking by now. He arched his spine upwards, causing his cock to slip slowly from her a bit. Watching her reaction, Connor reversed until he was again fully inside her. Then, smiling, he asked, "So, whadda we do now?"

 

[Alice2015]

"I've been with women," Connor confessed. "I probably don't have to tell you that."

He didn't, of course. Even though Paige didn't know Connor well, she knew men like him: handsome, charming, flirty, outgoing. She had never seen him with other women and most certainly had never known he'd been her mother's lover. Still, if it had been something about which she contemplated, Paige would never have doubted that he was capable of attracting any woman to his bed.

Paige hadn't been meant to meet Connor, let alone get to know him. She'd met him entirely by happenstance during a Jennings family weekend getaway that had been meant to double as a transfer of confidential information from Jennings to Connor. Paige was supposed to have been at the hotel pool with her little brother, Henry. Upon realizing that she'd forgotten her iPod, she'd headed back toward the room, only to catch sight of her parents heading into the hotel's gift shop; they'd glanced about themselves suspiciously as if looking for someone, a gesture Paige found very odd.

She'd followed them into the gift shop, finding them in a corner engaged in a muted conversation with Connor; he'd was obviously acquainted with them. Paige had approached the trio, surprising her parents. They'd very skillfully presented a story that their daughter had no reason to doubt, that Connor was a frequent customer of Dupont Circle Travel, the family business. Paige had been entranced with the handsome man from that moment on, her interest in him increasing even more each of the half dozen or so times she saw him over the years to come.

Connor explained that he wasn't bragging but was only being honest. "I'm not sleeping with anyone now ... not recently either."

Somehow, Paige doubted that to be true. Connor was simply too attractive and charismatic to not have a dozen women waiting in the wings. Still, she didn't challenge his assertion.

When she told him she'd desired him since the day they met, clear back when she was barely into her teens, Connor responded, "...I've fantasized about you for a while, too. A while."

Paige smiled wide with delight, and while she wanted badly to ask Connor his definition of a while, she kept quiet. She tensed and drew a sudden breath of excitement as he began withdrawing his thick cock from her tightness. As he pushed back inside her again, he asked, "So, whadda we do now?"

She smiled wide again, giggled, and said softly, "I have some ideas."

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They spent nearly two hours rocking each other's worlds. Connor let Paige lead and followed her directions when she gave them. It was a spectacular time for her, not just because of the multiple orgasms but because of the control her lover gave her. They began with Paige laying atop Connor, wanting to feel him not just inside her but against her. He had a magnificent body, fit and firm, and she loved both feeling him against her and feeling him touch, hold, caress, and grope her.

They initially took things slowly; she initially feared that the tightness of her canal and the size of his cock might bring their love making to a premature end. But things went fine for them, and soon the passion between them caused an acceleration that left Paige crying out in euphoria again and again. At her direction, Connor fucked her from below, from above, from behind, sitting on the end of the bed, atop the dresser; she'd only ever been fucked in missionary and doggy style, neither of which had led to climax. This night, Paige exploded in nearly every one of them, and in those she didn't, the pleasure and passion had been so incredible that orgasm had been unnecessary.

Eventually, with their bodies still hot and sweaty, their hearts pounding and chests swelling and shrinking from a nearly simultaneous last orgasm, they slipped under the sheet and spooned until they fell asleep...

 

[HumanBean]

The next morning:

Connor left a note taped to the lamp near his bed for Paige's awakening. It turned out to be unnecessary, though. She was still soundly sleeping when he returned. He toed his shoes off as he entered the bedroom again with hot coffees, pastries, and fruit from the shop on the first floor of his apartment building. Setting them aside, he laid the local, national, and international newspapers from the curbside stand on his desk. He set about perusing them for signals from any of a number of sources: the Center, his handler, and/or his numerous contacts.

It wasn't long before Paige awoke and looked to him. He smiled, saying softly, "Good morning, beautiful."

He stood to take one of the coffees her way. "Careful. It's hot. I have scones, apple fritters -- my favorite -- and donuts. Sprinkles on one, if that's your thing."

He leaned to kiss her, softly but at the same time erotically. He laughed softly. "No offense, but you need to brush your teeth."

Setting the coffee atop the lamp table and rising again, Connor told Paige, "I have somewhere to be. You're welcome to stick around if you want." Looking her up and down he smiled. "You're welcome to stick around naked if you want. I won't be but maybe an hour, hour and a half. If you have the energy after your joe, I wouldn't mind, um ... you know."

 

[Alice2015]

"Good morning, beautiful."

Paige smiled and giggled softly, musing, "Oh my God, is it morning...?" She found an alarm clock nearby; the time was half-past eight. "Did I sleep the whole night away?" She'd been exhausted after what had been -- for her at least -- a marathon love-making session, so she wasn't surprised at all that she'd so easily fallen asleep in his arms. But to sleep the night away. That surprised her.

As he came to her with a cup of coffee, Paige sat up to greet him; the bedding fell away to reveal her pert, B-cups tits and smooth belly. She did nothing to hide herself; there was no part of her that Connor didn't know very well now -- discounting her anus, which was a location Paige intended to remain a sex-free zone for some time, if not forever.

"Careful," Connor warned her. "It's hot."

As she carefully sipped from the cup, her lover told her of the other treats he'd brought her. He commented on her need for dental hygiene, to which Paige laughed embarrassingly. "Sorry. It's my first time waking up to find my lover still with me ... or ... me with him, in this case."

She asked if she could have half his apple fritter, saying, "I'd hate to get sprinkles all over your bed." Laughing again, she told him, "Of course, you're going to have to change these sheets after what we did here last night anyway."

Paige felt a blush explode through her face as she remembered just that they had done in his bed last night. She'd never known sex the way they partook of it together. She reached out a hand to caress her lover's chest, telling him with a sincere tone, "I never thought it could be like that, Connor. Thank you."

They kissed again, despite her need to visit her teeth with a brush and minty paste. He rose again, telling her, "I have somewhere to be."

The vagueness in Connor's statement told Paige that he was likely working, meeting his handler or a contact; retrieving a dead drop; or surveilling a target. She didn't ask for specifics, of course, knowing it was very unlikely that he would tell her, even if he could.

He invited her to stick around, preferable without donning her clothes. He finished, "I wouldn't mind, um ... you know."

"Yeah, I know," she laughed. She lifted the sheet up to hide her bosom, the let it fall to reveal her again. Then, more seriously, she told him, "I, um ... I need to go check on my papers. They should be in, all but maybe the passport, I mean."

She considered telling Connor a bit more about what Nick was doing for her but didn't. Need to know, she reminded herself. Connor doesn't. For all Paige knew, Connor used Nick just as she did and just as her parents had. The nature of the Center's business, though, was to share only what you had to share.

"You said you knew a guy who might be able to help you with the Burov situation," Paige reminded Connor. She didn't press for more information, even though she would have liked to. Slipping out of the bed and padding across the carpeted floor to him, Paige pressed her naked body against his clothed one, stood on her tippy toes to reach him better, and kissed the crook of his neck with wet lips; she'd discovered that Connor was the tickling type, and she'd had some fun with this in between fucks the previous night. Pulling away and backing toward the bathroom, she offered, "Wanna wash my back...?"

She caressed her hands seductively over her womanly features as she turned for the bathroom door...

 

[HumanBean]

“Did I sleep the whole night away?" Paige asked in surprise.

Using the same word that Paige had been thinking, Connor answered, “Well, we did a bit of a marathon last night. I only woke up ‘bout an hour ago, too.”

“I never thought it could be like that, Connor,” she told him about their love making. “Thank you."

Connor laughed. “I should be thanking you! You were sensational.”

They kissed, hugged, and talked. Paige tickled his neck with her lips, tongue, and teeth. Connor laughed, warning her again about hickeys. He caressed his hands over Paige's backside, taking a moment to enjoy handfuls of her tight, athletic ass.

“You said you knew a guy who might be able to help you with the Burov situation," Paige reminded Connor.

“I'm working on that today,” he told her. “Day after maybe. Still trying to determine who I can trust.”

When Paige invited him to share the shower with him again, Connor reluctantly declined. “I really have to make this meeting. But, like I said, you're welcome to stick around. I'll be back in less than two hours … three tops.”

Connor realized that his estimate had doubled. He contemplated explaining. Like Paige, though, he was dealing with need to know.

In addition, though, Connor was dealing with a lack of trust in his handler. That was who he was going to meet. He still hadn't determined on which side of the schism his handler was. Until he knew for certain, Connor wasn’t revealing anything regarding what he knew about Paige or her parents.

He marveled at Paige's delicious figure as she headed for the shower. He was tempted to strip and spend some time in the stall with her.

But looking at his watch, he realized he had barely thirty minutes to get to where he had to be.

Connor departed without a spoken goodbye. He took his coffee and his half off the fritter. The meeting point was less than a mile away. Still, he covered nearly 8 miles before he got there: car, foot, bus, and taxi ensued he wasn't trained.

 

[Alice2015]

Paige took one last look at Connor before she stepped into the warming shower. He was ogling her hungrily, but she knew he wouldn't be stripping down and joining her; he could have wanted for her more than a man lost in the Sahara wanted for water, but he had a job to do, a job that she herself uniquely understood.

As the hot water flowed over her, Paige giggled as an old saying she'd never had the pleasure of using popped into her head: ridden hard and put away wet. That was how she was feeling now. For the first time in her life, a lover had given her an honest to goodness workout in bed. In bed, on the bed, away from the bed! Paige slid her soapy fingers down between her legs and felt the swelling of her labia. She'd felt it already, of course, when she rose from the bed and walked to Connor. She'd hidden the discomfort for him, though, attempting to look all sexy and seductive as she strode toward him naked. She'd be feeling this for much of the day, Paige realized.

Finished showering and dressed again, she ate some of the breakfast offerings, finished her coffee, and made her way out of the building. Paige took a moment just inside the door to look for indications that the building was under surveillance, as had Nick's building the previous day. She saw nothing of concern and made her way down the block to where she'd parked. Paige wanted to get to the forger's home and see how far he'd gotten on the papers that would be start of her new life.

(OOC: I have a busy day and likely won't post again until tonight.)

 

[HumanBean]

(OOC: Coincidentally, I was offline most of the weekend, sick with the flu. )

Nick’s Place:

Nick’s cell phone chimed with an alert. There was movement in the hall outside his door. He smiled at the sight of Paige on the screen. He hadn't seen her in nearly three days.

He reached the door just as she knocked. He didn't immediately answer, though. Nick took a moment to admire the young beauty's shape. He pressed his fingertips to the screen, spread them, and swiped a bit to the right. Paige's ass, in those tight jeans she favored, filled the screen. He so badly wanted to strip those jeans off her, along with the thong he imagined was underneath them. Here wanted to put his hands all over her, his lips, his tongue. He wanted to put his cock inside her, in any hole, every hole.

“Welcome, come in,” he said when he finally opened the door. He smiled wide to her as he stepped back, clearing the way for her. “I have something for you.”

He retrieved a manilla envelope from the hollowed out space in the XYZ volume of a dusty set of encyclopedias. Handing it over, Nick announced proudly, “Everything but the passport. That's still going to be a few days, maybe a week. Like I said, I can't get you a fake one. I’m getting you a real one with the name you gave me.”

He headed for the kitchen. “Coffee, tea. Something else? I have beer. And wine.”

Coming back, Nick again ogled Paige. He’d been masturbating to various fantasies that included her on a daily, sometimes semi-daily basis. He would have been disappointed to know that Paige had only just recently enjoyed the greatest sexual experience of her life with another man.

Not knowing this, Nick asked hopefully, “So, you wanna stick around? I could cook. Maybe a bottle of wine … beers … watch a movie?”

 

[Alice2015]

“Welcome, come in,” Nick said with a happy tone, gesturing Paige inside.

She returned the smile, responding, "Thanks. It's good to see you again."

“I have something for you," he said, retrieving and turning over the envelope. He explained about the passport, then offered, “Coffee, tea. Something else? I have beer. And wine.”

"Coffee," Paige responded. "Cream ... or milk, whichever. And sugar." It was late afternoon, almost sunset, but Paige had no intentions if ending her day soon, so caffeine could be helpful. She reviewed the documents Nick had created for her: driver's license, three credit cards, library cards, a discount card for a national chain grocery, and member cards for health care. "These look good, Nick. Thanks."

He returned with his drink and a small serving platter with Paige's coffee and the desired additives. He asked if she wanted to stick around. "I could watch a movie, sure."

They settled in on the couch with their drinks, a platter of sliced meats and cheeses with crackers, and a box of candy Nick had searched for and recovered. Paige caught Nick sneaking glances at her often, leaving her conflicted about her feelings regarding his obvious desire for her. Connor was Paige's lover now; even though she found Nick attractive, she couldn't be his lover, too. Could she?

The caffeine from the cup of coffee failed its job, and even before the movie had ended, Paige found herself slumping over onto the arm of the couch. Her eyes popped open again, and she giggled to Nick. "Sorry, I didn't realize how exhausted I was."

Knowing it would be welcomed, she slumped over the other direction, laying beer head in his lap and reaching up to pull the blanket over the couch's back down onto her. She tried to keep her eyes open but failed. She'd already knew how this movie ended, so she wasn't missing anything.

 

[HumanBean]

For the next hour, Nick's attention bounced between the movie's rather cookie cutter plot and Paige's beautiful figure. The latter held more interest for him, of course. He eventually noticed that she was drifting off. He took the opportunity to study her more closely. The shape of her pert nipples and the cleft where her thighs met caused him to get hard with want.

Then Paige's head was in his lap. Nick was all too aware of his stiffness against her cheek and temple. He quickly but gently lifted her head and put a throw pillow between it and his head, asking, "Is that better? More comfy?"

Nick didn't blush easily. He felt his face explode with heat now, though. Had she felt his hardened cock? She had to have, he thought.

There was nothing he could do about that now. Nick just sat there silent and still for a while. Then, thinking and hoping Paige wouldn't find it inappropriate, he lowered a hand to rest upon her arm. Her skin was cool to the touch. Nick thought about parts of her that would certainly be much warmer. He chastised himself when his cock twitched below the blanket.

After a while, without realizing he was doing it, Nick began gently caressing Paige's upper arm with his thumb...