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

[HumanBean]

Denise Taylor, with Renee Beeman

FBI Training Center
Washington DC

Denise caught sight of Renee coming her way. She quickly diverted her eyes, hoping the other woman wasn't specifically looking for her. But Renee's smile and wave told Denise she was caught. She looked back to the trainee again. She returned a meek smile and nodded her head.

As soon as they were close to one another, the trainer pulled the trainee aside. She whispered, "About last night..."

Denise hesitated as people passed by. Still whispering, she lied, "Listen, I don't usually do that. That wasn't me. I, I was drunk."

She chuckled nervously, adding, "Hell, I don't even remember any of it. Was it--"

Again, she paused as people passed by. Even lower, she asked, "Did I really do both of those guys. You know, at the same time?"

 

[Alice2015]

Anna and Connor at their motel room:

"Did you watch the recording?" Connor asked about the secret recording of what had happened between him and the two women.

Anna hesitated, wondering whether she should tell him she had or not. Should I tell him I masturbated to it? she also wondered. She feared she might blush and stood to cross over to the dresser, placing the coffee and breakfast there. When she was sure her face wouldn't give her away, she turned back. "Yes. I watched it."

"Did we get what we needed?" he asked.

Again, Anna hesitated. What they had could be very embarrassing to the Assistant Senior Agent in Charge, Emily Mathers. More importantly, it could be very damaging to her career. The real question, though, was whether or not she would betray the Bureau and, in extension, her country to keep what they had on ice.

"Yes, I think we did," Anna said. "Mathers won't want anyone in the FBI to see this. We might be able to use it against her." She took the cup of coffee and a donut to Connor, continuing, "We need to speak to Oleg Burov, and Mathers has the ability to make that happen. If we're lucky..."

She let the thought go as she handed the breakfast items to the man. She smiled sheepishly, asking, "I don't mean to sound inappropriate, but ... I'd love to see your ass?" She chuckled, clarifying, "I just want to put more Neosporin on and change the bandages."

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Anna at their motel room:

"Yes, I think we did," Anna said about whether or not they'd gotten what they needed on the recording. She talked about Mathers and what she wouldn't want learned at the FBI. "We need to speak to Oleg Burov, and Mathers has the ability to make that happen. If we're lucky..."

She paused. Connor continued the thought, "If we're lucky, we can learn what he was doing in the US. We know he was here to make contact with an agent from Directorate S, don't we? Someone who was on one side or the other of the whole getting rid of Putin issue. The Faction."

He listened to Anna's response. He drank coffee and chewed on an apple fritter.

She jokingly told him, "I'd love to see your ass?"

Connor laughed. "I bet you would. I imagine it's extremely attractive right now.

Anna chuckled. "I just want to put more Neosporin on and change the bandages."
He easily sucked down the rest of the less-than-hot coffee. He set the cup aside, stuffed more fritter into his mouth, and laid down atop the bed. He was still naked, of course. He laid there in silence as Anna carefully stripped off the bandages over his fingernail wounds. The antibiotic was cold upon his warm butt as it came out of the tube.

Anna's fingers were warm, though. She gently rubbed circles of the thick gel where needed. Connor suddenly realized that he was getting a stiffy between his body and the bedding. He tried to suppress his smile. He failed. He turned his head away from Anna.

 

[Alice2015]

Anna and Connor at their motel room:

Anna went to work continuing her repairs to Connor's injured backside. The gentle caressing of her Neosporin-coated fingers upon his was probably a little more than intimate than necessary, but she felt that he deserved it. At one point, the shifting of his downward-facing body made her wonder if he wasn't suffering an erection out of her sight.

Remembering what she'd seen on the recording, then about her self-induced orgasm at the workings of her own fingers upon her clit, then thinking that perhaps her fellow Illegal might be interested in something very much beyond the mission protocols set out for them by the Center, she said suggestively, "I noticed on the recording the ... device they'd used on you ... that it had had an effect on your front side as well. If you rolled to your back, Connor ... I could ... apply some soothing first aid there as well."

 

[Alice2015]

Renee Beeman with Denise Taylor

FBI Training Center
Washington DC

"About last night..." Denise whispered, her tone and expression revealing her embarrassment. "Listen, I don't usually do that. That wasn't me. I, I was drunk."

"I understand," Renee whispered back. "It's happened to the best of us. It's happened to me."

That wasn't true, of course. Renee had never been much of a drinker, and it was entirely against her nature to drink to the point of losing control.

Denise chuckled nervously, adding, "Hell, I don't even remember any of it. Was it ... Did I really do both of those guys. You know, at the same time?"

Renee smiled wide, leaned in closer, and confirmed, "Like a pro. You were incredible." She made it sound as if what Denise had done was something of which to be proud. Then she dropped the big bomb. "I have it all on video. You told me to record it on my phone, so I did."

Denise, of course, hadn't asked anything of the sort. But she'd been so wasted by the time the sex had begun that she would never recall what she may or may not have done.

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Anna at their motel room:

Anna's hands on his backside, aka his ass, had caused his cock to become fully stiffened. Then, she told him suggestively, "I noticed on the recording the ... device they'd used on you..."

She was, of course, referring to the combination vibrating, heated butt plug/cock & ball ring. Just thinking of it caused Connor's ass muscles to tighten. The question, though, was whether the muscle reaction had been one of excitement for a second go around or fear of one.

Anna continued, "...that it had had an effect on your front side as well."

Again, Connor knew what she was saying. He hadn't imagined that his climax and unbelievably satisfying ejaculation had been obvious on the recording. He had had the ball gag in his mouth still. Had his grunt been picked up by the mike? His cock had jerked repeatedly and with great power, spewing his seed all over the bedding below him. Had that been obvious as well?

"If you rolled to your back, Connor," Anna offered, "...I could ... apply some soothing first aid there as well."
He was facing away from the sexy Illegal. Connor couldn't tell from her voice alone exactly what she was suggesting. Was she speaking of simply soothing the pain she thought he might have in his testicles, penis, or both? Or did she actually mean she wanted to sexually please him? Either way was going to please Connor. He knew that.

He turned his head to look up at her. Even looking at her, Connor couldn't tell what she meant. Moving slowly, he rolled away from Anna to his back. His cock, now hard as it could possibly get, hovered over his lower belly at a forty-five-degree angle. There was a bit of pain, as Anna had suggested there might be. But it wasn't anything that would prevent Connor from allowing the sexy agent from handling him, regardless of what her intention actually was.

 

[HumanBean]

Denise Taylor, with Renee Beeman:

FBI Training Center
Washington DC

"Like a pro," Renee answered when Denise asked if she'd actually had sex with both Terry and James at the motel the night before. Renee added, "You were incredible."

Denise laughed embarrassed, looking away, unable to maintain eye contact. She murmured something so softly that Renee wouldn't be able to understand it.

Then the trainee shocked Denise by telling her, "I have it all on video."

"What?" the trainer responded, no longer whispering. Her volume had caught the attention of passing people. She just smiled to them, saying, "Nothing to see here." Then to Renee, Denise asked, again whispering, "What the fuck do you mean, on video?"

"You told me to record it on my phone," Renee answered her, "so I did."

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Denise chanted in obvious panic. "You have to destroy that, right away. I can't take the chance of that getting out. It would be my job!"

She waved Renee quiet as a coworker approached to ask her a scheduling question. When they were again alone, Denise asked a question that would probably make Renee's day, week, month, and year. "Whaddaya want to destroy it. Name it. If I can't make it happen myself, I know people who can."

 

[Alice2015]

Anna and Connor at their motel room:

Anna smiled softly as Connor rolled to his back, revealing his stiff erection. She'd wondered whether or not her touch had excited him, and now she had her answer. Reaching for his cock, she ever so gently touched it, tracing her fingers up and down its length, letting them curl around and under and over the top of his ball sack before returning to his shaft. She saw the effect she was having on him in the way his cock twitched, his balls tightened up, his stomach flattened.

Moving slowly, she relocated herself to kneel between Connor's legs. Taking hold of the base of his manhood, she leaned over his groin, took his bulbous head into his lips, and sucked softly on it. Over the next couple of minutes, she would play her tongue upon his length, take a bit more of his hardness through her lips, repeat, and so on until ultimately the entirety of him was inside her mouth and down her throat.

Anna was good at this ... very good at this. It was why some of her first assignments had all had a sexual component to them. It was enough that she was an incredibly sexy woman, of course, but being able to do to a man's cock what she could do with her mouth had led to many a man letting slip things they might not have done even under the most effective of torture techniques.

It wouldn't be long before Connor understood this...

 

[Alice2015]

Renee Beeman and Denise Taylor:

FBI Training Center
Washington DC

"What?"

Denise was justifiably shocked to learn that her threesome with the men in the hotel was recorded on her trainee's phone. "You have to destroy that, right away. I can't take the chance of that getting out. It would be my job!"

"I would never show it to anyone, Denise," Renee responded. Her tone was intentionally less than assertive. She wanted her trainer to feel ill at ease.

It worked, as Denise told her, "Whaddaya want to destroy it. Name it. If I can't make it happen myself, I know people who can."

Renee fought hard to suppress a smile; this was coming together far better than she could possibly have imagined. She'd been told by her husband, already an FBI Agent, that she herself could never become one because she was already past the sell by date for such training. Renee had reluctantly accepted that without giving up her goal of having some position within Stan's section.

"I want to work with my husband," Renee said. "I want a job in the Counterintelligence Division. I want to be able to share that with Stan. He comes home at night, and I ask him about his day, and he can't tell me anything. I think we would be closer as husband and wife ... I think our relationship would be stronger ... if we could talk to each other about that which we were proudest ... our jobs ... our dedication to and love for our country."

Renee knew that she was laying it on kind of thick, but she had this one chance to get to where she wanted. "I know I can't be trained as a Field Agent. Stan told me about the age restriction for training. But ... couldn't I be trained for the support staff? Research, analysis ... something akin to those?"

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Anna at their motel room:

Connor had questioned whether Anna had offered first aid or sexual pleasure. That question was quickly answered. It was wonderfully answered as well. She took his cock deep into her mouth in a way most women couldn't or wouldn't. The feeling was incredible.

No woman had ever deep throated Connor before. Not without gagging from discomfort, at least. Anna did what she was doing without any sign of a gag reflex. He pulled a second pillow behind his head to lift his head. He wanted to watch her. Every time she took him deep, Connor drew a deep breath. He'd never felt something so pleasurable.

The euphoria came to him faster than he could have imagined. He'd always warned women sucking his cock that he was about to explode. Some preferred not to have him fill their mouths with his hot, sticky cum. He did the same here, warning between deepening breaths, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"

 

[HumanBean]

Denise Taylor, with Renee Beeman:

Cafeteria hallway, FBI Training Center
Washington DC

"I would never show it to anyone, Denise," Renee said. She was talking about the recording of Denise being fucked in two holes by men she'd only just met.

Denise was unsure of whether the woman was being honest. Ironically, that was what Renee wanted her to think. She made her offer of helping Renee advance in the Bureau. The woman's request was a big one: a job in the Counterintelligence Division.

Renee's explanation seemed legitimate and sincere. She only wanted to work with her husband. She wanted to be clear to discuss with Stan what he was doing at work without it being a breach.

The trainee talked of knowing that she couldn't be a field agent. "But ... couldn't I be trained for the support staff? Research, analysis ... something akin to those?"
Denise considered the ask for a moment. She knew this was something she shouldn't do. She knew this was something she couldn't do on her own. She'd have to call in some favors. Right or wrong, she knew she could do it, though. Denise had been stacking favors one atop another for years. This would require cashing in one or two or three of them.

It was worth it, though. She didn't know whether or not Renee would reveal the recording to anyone. She wanted to believe that she wouldn't. But Denise didn't really know the woman that well. Stan's wife had only been her trainee now for a few weeks. They'd only lunched or had coffee together a dozen times. Last night had been their first evening out together.

Denise simply didn't know Renee well enough to not give her what she wanted. She asked, "You have a college degree, right?" As soon as she'd asked it, Denise remembered seeing a Bachelor's in Renee's file. She looked about for eavesdroppers before saying, "Finish your training with high scores, and I can get you into the Analysis."

She thought a bit more. She continued, "Impress them, and I can get you an interview with the Hiring Manager in CI." By CI she meant Counterintelligence, of course. "I can't guarantee you anything beyond that. That's all the farther my influence can get you."

Denise looked into Renee's eyes. She took the woman's hands in her own. "Tell me that's enough, 'cause it's all I can do for you. Please, my future is here--" She squeezed Renee's hands, finishing, "--right here."

 

[Alice2015]

Anna and Connor at their motel room:

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"

With his warning, Anna lifted her head to withdraw Connor's cock slowly from deep within her throat. She grasped his shaft in one hand as the fingers of her second continued its toying of his balls, then stroked him tightly and rapidly from its base to just under its swollen head. With her mouth open just before his purple bulb, she looked the man in the eyes as he erupted, firing off long, thick strings of cum into her mouth.

Anna continued her up and down motion with dedication until just little bubbles of thick stuff were continuing to escape him, swallowed what had already built up upon her tongue, then took him back into her mouth, all of him, clear down until her lips were against his groin. She kept him deep until she needed to pull back for a breath, then repeated again and again until the very last of his cock's trembles had subsided.

Only then did Anna pull back, sit up to rest her haunches on her ankles, and look down to Connor, smiling. Playfully, she asked, "Feel better?"

Stroking him slowly to keep him excited and hard, Anna rose from the bed, stripped naked, moved to straddle Connor's groin, and -- grasping him and placing him as desired -- told him with a matter-of-fact tone, "My turn." Giggling, she added, "And if you want to cum again, you can, too."

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Anna lay beside Connor, panting deeply at the euphoria that had exploded throughout her. Fucking him had been far more satisfying than masturbating to the recording of his interaction with the Bureau Agent and dominatrix the night before. Connor's cock was just the right size -- long and thick but not too much of either -- to fill her and fill her needs; add to that the fact that he knew how to use his tool, and the result was Anna throwing back her head and crying out as the waves of pleasure shot through her entire being.

Once her breathing and heart rate had returned to something close to normal, Anna rose from the bed, telling Connor, "I'm going to shower ... and no, before you ask ... I don't want your company." She smiled and laughed; she had someplace to be, and if the two of them entered the shower together, it would be another hour or more before she broke them up again.

After she had finished in the bathroom, then dressed, Anna told Connor, "We're going our separate ways. Head back to DC. I have things to do here in New York." She kissed him as she passed him by, smiling as she said, "It's been fun. I hope we get to work together again soon."

If he asked about Emily, the recording, or what might be done with either of them in the future, her answer would be a simple The Center will let you know if they need you again. Anna knew that it wouldn't be a satisfying answer for Connor, but really, she wasn't authorized to tell him anything more.

 

[Alice2015]

Renee Beeman and Denise Taylor

Cafeteria hallway, FBI Training Center
Washington DC

Contemplating on whether she could help Renee into higher levels of employment at the Bureau, Denise asked her trainee, "You have a college degree, right?"

"Yes, three actually," Renee said, clarifying, "An Associates in Governmental Studies, a Bachelors in English, and a Master's in Education. I was thinking about being a teacher until I met Stan."

"Finish your training with high scores," Denise advised, "and I can get you into Analysis."

Renee smiled with delight. It wasn't the same as being a Field Agent like her husband, but she'd known for months now that that was never going to happen. Denise went on, "Impress them, and I can get you an interview with the Hiring Manager in CI. I can't guarantee you anything beyond that. That's all the farther my influence can get you."

Renee wrapped her arms around the other woman, hugging her tight before pulling back and saying with excitement, "That's enough! Denise, that's wonderful!" Then, softer, she said, "You don't have to do this because of the recording. I'd never show it to anyone. I promise. But I promise you this, too: you won't be sorry for helping me. And I'll owe you, big time!"

One of Denise's coworkers stepped up to discuss something with her, and she and Renee went their separate ways. Renee was on top of the world, and she considered calling Stan right away to tell him the good news. But she didn't, worrying that maybe he might try to keep her out of Counterintelligence for the same reason that many men didn't want to work so closely with their wives: because they didn't want to work so closely with their wives!

 

[HumanBean]

Stan Beeman and Henry Jennings
FBI Headquarters:

(This continues the interaction between the two characters going clear back to this post.)

Stan took a casual look around the neighborhood when he came out to his car. He didn't honestly expect anyone from Henry's life to be stupid enough to be here in the neighborhood. But then, he hadn't expected to learn that he'd been living across the street from a family of Russian sleeper agents either.

"Ready to go?" he asked Henry when he got in. The teen nodded. "Okay, let's do this."

Pulling out of the driveway, Stan caught sight of the Bureau car parked down at the corner. In the other direction, he found the second car as well. They weren't using the standard vehicles that one would expect to find FBI Agents driving. No dark black vehicles. No big SUVs. Today, his escorts were driving inconspicuously colored, older model two-door cars.

The drive was uneventful. Stan liked them like that. He casually checked the traffic in front and behind for the Bureau cars. He also looked for other cars that stayed with them for too long. A couple of times, Stan thought he recognized a car that seemed to be following the route he was driving. He reached casually to his waist to key the radio three times quickly. It indicated that he was changing his preplanned route. The chase cars adjusted accordingly. The suspicious car vanished, making Stan feel paranoid.

Once at the gate of the FBI complex, Stan parked and led Henry to Counterintelligence. Supervising Special Agent Wolfe, the new Director of Counterintelligence, was waiting for the pair when they arrived on the floor. He forced a smile as he said, "Agent Beeman, can I see you in the Vault, please?"

Stan had expected this, of course. Henry was the son of a pair of known Russian Directorate S operatives. And Stan had just brought the boy into the very American intelligence gathering operation on which Elizabeth and Philip had been working against for over two decades. He gestured Henry to a chair near the woman who had replaced Martha Hanson.

"Wait there for me, Henry," he told the boy. "I'll just be a couple of minutes. Then we can sit you down at a computer somewhere."

To the woman who smiled and pulled the chair out for Henry, Stan asked, "Rebecca, can you keep an eye on my friend here. Maybe find him a book or magazine or--"

The young beauty laughed. "He doesn't want a book or magazine, Agent Beeman." She pulled open a desk drawer and withdrew a Nintendo Switch. She handed it to him with a pair of corded headphones. "Sorry, my ear buds are still charging, but there's a couple of dozen games on there."

Stan gave the woman who preferred to be called Becca a concerned expression. She knew full well who Henry Beeman. More specifically, she knew who his parents were and what they'd been. Unseen by Henry, she slashed her extended fingers across her neck and mouthed No internet. Stan was relieved, telling Henry again, "I'll only be a few minutes."

He entered the Vault with his new boss, closing the door behind them. The red light over the door illuminated on both sides of the wall. It indicated that the room was being used for classified operations, and that the door was not to be opened from the outside.

The two men spent almost thirty minutes talking. Once upon a time, these conversations were all about uncovering and capturing Directorate S operatives. Nowadays, the discussions were more often about the investigation into why the CI Department Agents hadn't caught those Illegals.

SSA Wolfe caught Stan up on what he'd learned about the ongoing investigation. It wasn't good news. Assistant Special Agent in Charge Emily Mathers was looking to lop off heads. "Mine, yours, someone else's, I don't know. I wasn't here for most of what the Jennings and their associates pulled off, so I'm not being blamed for that. But I was here when the Department failed to catch them after we'd identified them. My neck is on the block for that.

"I do know that although our people in Russia have not actually located the Jennings," Wolfe continued, "there have been rumors that only two of them arrived in Moscow. One female, one male. Our people watching the Russian Embassy in Quebec City have pictures of two individuals who match the descriptions of Elizabeth and Philip Jennings, but nothing of their daughter. So, there's a chance that she didn't go with them. Stan, Paige Jennings could very well still be here. If not in Washington DC, then at least in the United States.

"I don't think she's here, sir," Stan said. "They aren't stupid people. Paige was a sharp kid. She wouldn't come back here. Too much risk."

"You, of course," Wolfe said, returning to the head chopping topic. He could see in Stan's expression that he didn't need to remind Stan of his part in this fuck-up. Stan knew full well what he'd missed over the past several years. He'd been not just neighbors but best friends with the Illegals who would likely take down this entire Department. Wolfe gathered his emotions, then asked, "What'd Burov tell you?"

(OOC: The conversation between Oleg Burov and Stan Beeman can be read here in its entirety.)

Stan started, "I put it in my report--"

"I want to hear it from your mouth," Wolfe stressed.

Stan hesitated. He was still having a hard time deciding whether Oleg had been telling the truth, had been trying to get released by telling an outrageous story, was simply out of his mind, or was being manipulated by his people back in Moscow.

"The short explanation?" Stan asked. Wolfe shrugged. Stan cleared his throat, then told his boss, "Burov claims that a Faction within Russia's Directorate S, working in coordination with elements of the Russian Government and its military, are working to oust Putin and replace him with General Valery Gerasimov, Chief of the General Staff."

He paused a moment for Wolfe's reaction. All Stan got was a rolling hand, indicating for him to continue. He did. "That Gerasimov will used tactical nukes against not only Ukraine but against European Union and NATO countries, without fear of a similar nuclear response from the United States because--"

Stan couldn't help but chuckle with dismay at even saying this. He continued, "Because Gerasimov is in league with President-Elect Howard Samuels, their goal being to cause the downfall of NATO, of the European Union, thereby allowing Russia and the United States to once again run this fucking world, even if some of it is nothing more than hundred-foot-deep craters that glow in night."

He went silent, waiting for his boss's reaction. Shockingly, Wolfe said nothing for the longest time. He simply stood to take a long, slow walk around the big table occupying the middle of the long room. When he was near Stan again, he sat on the edge of the conference table and said, "Thank you, Agent Beeman."

Stan's eyes opened in surprise. That's it? 'Thank you'?

Changing the subject, Wolfe said about Henry, "One of our techs set up a computer in an office that the kid can use. It has internet connectivity, but we have a team of four whose sole job it is to monitor young Mister Jennings. Every web site, every key stroke, every emotion and expression. Yes, there are cameras watching him and microphones listening to him."

"What's the ultimate goal here, sir?" Stan asked. "What I mean is, are you really expecting his family to try to contact him."

"They're going to contact their son at some point, Agent Beeman," Wolfe said confidently. "If his parents don't, his sister will. Based on what your reports say about the family, I don't see how they can't make contact eventually. Today, tomorrow, next month, next year, I don't care. What I do care is that when it happens, we know about it."

Wolfe cleared his throat and said with a matter-of-fact tone, "I'll be honest with you, Stan. The only reason you still have a job here, the only reason you aren't sitting in a cell next to Burov being questioned about your failures in this investigation--"

He jabbed a finger toward the security door behind which they sat. He continued, "--is that that boy out there trusts you. Henry Jennings is our only possible connection to those members of Directorate S who we haven't already scooped up, including his parents and sister."

Wolfe leaned in toward Stan, stressing, "The day that the people above me, the day that Assistant Special Agent in Charge Emily Mathers decides that there is no hope of Henry Jennings ever benefiting us in this case, your gone."

He stood, asking, "Do you understand this, Agent Beeman?"

Stan hesitated, then stood. With a respectful stance and tone, he responded, "Yes, sir. I understand."

Wolfe gestured for Stan to get back to work. Stan found Henry involved in a game, telling him, "C'm'on, let's get you that computer so I can get to work."

They headed down a hall, where Stan told Henry, "I'll be back at eleven to take you to lunch. If you need anything at all, you know where to find me." He pulled out a wad of bills, ripped off a half dozen one-dollar bills, and set them on the table. "Vending machines are out to the left, restrooms are out to the right. Don't go wandering."

 

[Alice2015]

Rebecca "Becca" Johnson and Stan Beeman and Henry Jennings
FBI Headquarters:

When the office's door to the elevator foyer was open -- which it typically was simply because so many people came in and out all day long -- Rebecca could hear the elevator bell ding just before it opened. This morning, she'd been repeatedly looking up with excitement, waiting for the imminent arrival of Agent Stan Beeman. At yet another ding and the sight of him exiting the lift, Becca's joy level sprang.

She stood immediately and descended the two steps to the main floor, stopping at a row of file cabinets in such a way that her backside was to him. She'd accidentally been eavesdropping on a conversation between a handful of the Department's Agents a few days back and overheard Stan telling the others with a suggestive tone that admired her ass, adding, "If only I wasn't married.

He was married, of course, and Becca knew that. She'd found him attractive before she overheard his comment, and after it she'd simply become infatuated with the man, wedding band or not. When she'd heard Supervising Agent Wolfe say this morning that Stan was bringing Henry Jennings in with him and that they might need someone to keep an eye on the boy at times, Becca was quick to say, "I'll watch him, sir. I don't mind."

Becca knew very little about the case that revolved around Henry Jennings. She'd only been told that Stan was now his legal guardian -- in truth, legality of his guardianship was still in the works -- after his parents had disappeared for reasons of which she hadn't been told. When Supervising Agent Wolfe hired her to replace Martha Hanson -- who had left the agency for yet more unexplained reasons -- Becca had only been told, "If you want to succeed here, the first thing you have to remember is that unless someone tells you something, you don't need to ask about it."

She understood need to know, of course. Her father had been in Military Intelligence, and her mother had been in the CIA. For most of her life, Becca had never understood what her parents truly did for a living. They left for the day or for days or sometimes for weeks on end, did their jobs, then came home to dote on their children with love and gifts -- especially gifts.

"He doesn't want a book or magazine, Agent Beeman," Beccas told Stan when the man asked her to provide such materials to the teen. She pulled out the Nintendo Switch she'd bought with her own money days earlier on the off chance that Henry might come visit the Department again. Fishing out a pair of corded headphones so that he could play without disturbing the office, she apologized, "Sorry, my ear buds are still charging, but there's a couple of dozen games on there."

"Thanks," Henry said, smiling with apparent excitement. He switched the unit on and very quickly manipulated the controls to find the game he wanted.

"He seems to know what he's doing, Agent Beeman," she said with a smile.

Stan told Henry again, "I'll only be a few minutes."

"We'll be fine, trust me," Becca promised. She watched Stan as he and Agent Wolfe headed into the Vault, closing the door behind them. Turning back to Henry, she indicated for his attention, and after he removed an ear bud, she said, "Anything you need, you just ask."

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Thirty minutes later, the red light over the Vault's door went dark, and Stan emerged all alone. Becca had made a habit of popping out of her chair when her boss approached, and while she didn't do it for any of the other Agents in the office, she also did it when Stan approached, simply to gain his eyes. She could see by the expressions on his face that whatever he and Agent Wolfe had talked about hadn't left him happy. Becca smiled to Stan as he neared, wanting to ask about his conversation but knowing that that was a strict no-no. Instead, she only said, "Is there anything I can do for you, Agent Beeman."

Stan returned the smile, though without as much joy, and told Henry, "C'm'on, let's get you that computer so I can get to work."

They headed down a hall, and after they were both out of sight, Becca returned to her seat and to the report she was proofreading for her boss. After making several mistakes, though, she had to get up and go for a break, getting a cup of coffee and a sugar free snack bar from one of the lunchroom's drawers. Becca knew what it was that was bothering her, of course: Stan. She'd found him to be an attractive man when first they'd met, but after hearing his appreciation for her ass, she'd become infatuated with the idea of one day straddling his groin as the highly energetic way in which she fucked left her coated with a sheen of sweat.

 

[Alice2015]

A week later:

Paige Jennings rolled gently out of the bed of some guy she'd allowed to pick her up in a downtown DC bar; he was out cold, not simply because she'd rocked his world but also because she'd slipped a little present into his wine while he'd been in the bathroom looking for a condom. She checked her burner phone, learning that it was barely 3am, the made her way to his laptop on his desk. She looked over her shoulder at him, grimacing that at any moment he might awake and wonder what she was doing on his computer. Probably should have checked that he didn't live in a studio apartment with no privacy, Paige told herself.

She inserted a flash drive into the USB port and let it start its work. In less than ten seconds, she'd established an internet connection via an advanced VPN system that would prevent even the National Security Agency from ever learning her location. Once secure, Paige began perusing all of the gaming and social media sites that she knew her brother had used, looking to see which of his profiles and characters were still active.

There was good news and bad news, as Paige had expected. Henry was still using most of the sites for which Paige either also had had prior access or -- just tonight on this laptop -- was able to create a profile. That was the good news; it was possible to connect with him through one or more of those sites.

The bad news was a bit harder to interpret, but Paige thought she'd figured it out correctly. Henry had been absent from all of the sites -- from social media to gaming to entertainment -- from the day following their parents' flight from the US until only just a week ago. Paige was pretty sure she knew what that meant: Stan Beeman had prevented Henry from going online during that time period and was only now letting him onto the internet because the FBI or the NSA or the CIA or all three of them together were watching Henry's every keystroke and contact should his family members attempt to reach him.

Paige knew that the FBI was physically watching Henry's ever movement, and she was pretty sure that they were watching his online activity, too. So, how was she supposed to make contact with him without either getting herself caught or Henry suspected of being anything other than an innocent victim of his family's espionage activities?

She spent over three hours jumping between internet sites on which her brother had spent time recently, discovering that Henry had been communicating with a number of other gamers and posters on some of the sites. Paige joined some of the conversations without speaking directly to Henry himself; she sent her characters into adventures in which Henry's characters were also involved, again without appearing as though she was doing so to make contact with him in particular.

The last thing she did was boot up another program on the flash drive that wiped out everything she'd done tonight. After that, she slipped back into the man's bed, cuddling up with him until they woke up together at the alarm he'd set to get to his job. Paige took advantage of his warm, clean bathroom before leaving, then made her way directly to the nearest public library to continue her activities on some but not all of the web sites on which she'd begun connecting indirectly to her brother.

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There was one more step in her plan to connect to her brother, and that required the assistance of one of the men with whom she'd established a relationship. She hadn't seen him or even contacted him in over a week. Paige knocked on his door, waited for him to answer, then gave him a friendly smile and asked, "Am I disturbing you, Nick?"

 

[HumanBean]

Nick:

He'd been napping on the couch when he heard the knock at the door. Nick had a routine for unexpected visitors. He remained quiet, snatched up his cell, tapped the app that brought up his security cameras, and looked to see who was at the door. He was surprised to see that it was Paige Jennings.

His last contact with Paige had been when she found him hosting a fuck-fest with another woman. He'd left her a voice mail days later. But she hadn't responded. She asked, "Am I disturbing you, Nick?"

"No, no, of course not," he told her. He backed up waving her inside. "It's good to see you."

She entered, and he offered her coffee or a beer or whatever she wanted. She looked good. Better than ever. Was it because he was horny for her? Or was it something else? Nick realized that his cock was getting hard. Down boy, he commanded it. She only just got here.

"So, how have things been?" he asked. Nick was eager to make conversation, any conversation. He asked, "The new IDs are working for you, I hope?"

 

[HumanBean]

Stan Beeman and Henry Jennings:

"You all ready to go?" Stan asked Henry as he was hurrying through the kitchen. He himself was ready to leave for work. How could he expect the teen to be ready for his first day back in school?

Henry was nervous. It was his first day back at school since the thing with his parents. He couldn't go back to the Academy in New Hampshire. His folks had been paying for that, and of course, they were now on the run from multiple US government agencies.

Stan had gotten him enrolled in a private school just ten miles from Falls Church. It was where a lot of children from government or well-to-do families went. That meant the security was high.

When Henry asked who was footing the bill, Stan had only said, "It's covered. Don't worry about it."

The truth was that the FBI had arranged it. The US Federal government was picking up the tab. They were doing this for one reason, of course. They were hoping to catch Directorate S contacting Henry. Or maybe Paige? The Bureau still didn't know where she was. Stan's boss liked to believe that she was in the area and was destined to reach out to her little brother. Stan repeatedly told Agent Wolfe that neither Paige nor her parents were that stupid.

If only he'd known.

He slapped a ten-dollar bill down onto the counter. "They have a lunch program, obviously, but this is in case you need something else. Snacks. Whatever."

"Thanks, Mister Beeman," Henry said, smiling and immediately correcting, "Stan."

The Bureau Agent had been trying to get the teen to be less formal with him. Stan was his guardian now. Practically a foster parent. The two needed to be on first name terms, Stan believed.

The two headed out, with their usual inconspicuous leading and trailing cars not far away. The ride was done mostly in silence. They chatted a bit about the new school. But what Stan knew about it he didn't want to say. And Henry knew very little about it at all.

"I'll have someone here to pick you up at four," Stan said when they pulled up front.

"Six," Henry corrected. "I got an email this morning saying I had to meet with yet another counselor after last period. And I'm meeting with the lacrosse coach about joining the team."

The two went their separate ways. Stan drove barely a block before he pulled out his radio. "Bookbag is at the school."

They were using the same ID name for Henry that the writers of The West Wing had used for the President's daughter when she was going to college. He added, "Monitoring, you have the school?"

A voice came back, answering, "NSA has us set up."

The Federal Bureau of Investigation had asked the National Security Agency for their help in monitoring Henry at school. While the FBI agents kept an inconspicuous eye on the school and on Henry, an NSA analyst now working in an office at the FBI's Counterintelligence office was monitoring all of the teen's online activity.

If anyone made contact, Stan was sure that the teaming up between the two agencies would be ready to snap the trap shut on them.

 

[Alice2015]

Paige and Nick in his apartment:

"No, no, of course not," Nick answered when Paige asked if she was disturbing him. He waved her inside, saying, "It's good to see you."

Paige accepted the offer of a cup of coffee, asking, "Got anything to eat...? Leftovers, I mean ... or salad or a can of something. Please, don't cook for me. I don't want to put you out.

As he got to work on her order, Nick asked, "So, how have things been?"

Paige didn't really know how to answer the question. Her life as it currently was sucked; that was the best way to describe everything through which she was going. She answered without commitment, "Things are fine."

"The new IDs are working for you, I hope?" Nick asked.
"Perfectly," she answered. "Haven't used the passport yet, but ... the rest seem to work fine."

Paige had used each of the credit cards simply to see if they would pass muster, and she'd used her new driver's license at a DMV kiosk to establish an active ID, and once she'd seen that it passed the scan, she backed out of the attempt; she hoped that meant that the ID information wasn't tracked or saved, just in case. She chuckled, saying, "I even used the library card ... checked out some books and used the computer."

He brought her food and coffee. Paige dug in, and between bites explained what she needed from him next. "I'll pay you, of course."

Paige was reluctant to speak in detail about her family and the business in which they'd served for over 20 years. Nick had provided Elizabeth and Philip Jennings with fake papers in the past, and while he might have suspected that they were Paige's parents, he hadn't asked for confirmation. She wouldn't have confirmed it even if Nick did ask.

The question on Paige's mind now was obvious: would Nick have suspicions that the Jennings had been foreign agents? They could have been fugitives from the law or international smugglers or gunrunners ... or any combination therein. But foreign agents? Would he have made that leap? Paige hoped not.

"It's pretty obvious, I think, that I'm trying to avoid the Authorities," Paige told Nick, being nonspecific about which Authorities of which she was speaking. She chuckled softly. "Otherwise, I wouldn't need your help, would I?" She drank some coffee before continuing, "I am in hiding ... but ... my brother isn't. I had to leave him behind when I went into hiding."

Again, Paige found herself reluctant to say more, but she knew that Nick needed to know to help her. "My brother, Henry ... he's only 16 ... almost 17. He wasn't involved in ... in what I was involved in."

She was trying very hard not to mention her parents, but Paige knew that Nick had to be wondering about the Jennings parents. How long could she keep their name out of all this? She continued, "He's just a kid ... and innocent kid. I had to leave him behind. But ... well ... he isn't entirely alone. I left him with a friend. A friend who's ... well--"

Paige couldn't help but smile at what she was about to say. "He's, um ... an FBI agent." She chuckled again, feeling a blush fill her face at her embarrassment for what she was asking of Nick. With a serious tone, she explained, "I need you to find a way for me to make contact with my brother ... without his caretaker ... the FBI agent ... discovering what you're doing."

 

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Paige:

"Things are fine."

Nick studied Paige after her response. He didn't believe her. He could hear it in her tone. He could see it in her face. He didn't know what was wrong. But there was definitely something wrong.

He didn't ask for more on that, though. If Paige wanted Nick to know, she'd tell him.

She told him that her IDs were working fine. Nick was happy about that. He liked doing what he did. And he liked hearing that what he did helped people. He might have thought differently if he'd known what the Jennings actually were. He'd wondered at times whether they might have been spies. But he'd found it unlikely. More likely, they were criminals fleeing prosecution. Nick had helped criminals before. And he'd help them again. So long as their crimes didn't affect him, he was okay with continuing his work.

Then Paige told Nick about her brother. And the man caring for him. "An FBI agent? Are you kidding me?"

She asked if he could do this without alerting the Bureau. Nick was already on his feet, pacing around the room. The thought of dancing so close to the FBI flame worried him. "I dunno, Paige. It sounds risky."

She'd said she'd pay him. But she was talking about possibly facing federal charges. That meant real prison time. He dropped into the couch. His head dropped back as he stared at the ceiling. He repeated, "I dunno. It just sounds too risky, Paige. I mean, I can do it, I'm sure. It'll take time. You have to be sneaky. I can be sneaky. But..."

 

[Alice2015]

Paige and Nick at his apartment:

"An FBI agent?" Nick exclaimed, obviously shocked. "Are you kidding me?"

They talked more about what she needed, with Nick stating with worry, "I dunno, Paige. It sounds risky."

"I know, and I hate to ask you," she said, moving over to sit on the coffee table before him. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't think you could do it without getting caught. I mean, c'mon, some of the things you've done for me ... some of the things you've said you did for other people."

"I dunno," he repeated. "It just sounds too risky, Paige. I mean, I can do it, I'm sure. It'll take time. You have to be sneaky. I can be sneaky. But..."

Paige had told him that she would pay him and pay him good, but she sensed that maybe money wasn't enough for him to take the risk. A devilish smirk spread her lips as she also let her jacket slip off her shoulder, revealing a bit more skin. She saw how the move affected him, and continued her seduction by letting the entire coat fall away as she also slid off the table to her knees before him.

"Maybe, Nick..." Paige purred as she placed her hands upon his knees, urged this thighs apart, and knee-walked her way up to the side of the couch. She added, "...there's something more that I can do for you other than just money."

This was hard for Paige, not because of the whorish nature of what she was suggesting but because she simply didn't have much experience at such things. She thought back to the other woman who'd been in Nick's place recently, Kitty -- as if anyone was supposed to believe that was the woman's real name. Now that had been a whorish woman, and Paige could just imagine what she'd done to, with, and for Nick for whatever he'd given her.

"There's something I've never done," Paige continued with as seductive a tone as she could manage considering how nervous she was. Her hands caressed their way up Nick's thighs until her fingertips neared his belt and her thumbs came into contact with the bulge of his balls within his jeans. She looked directly at his crotch, licked her lips, then looked up to him, saying with a questioning tone, "Maybe you could teach me how to ... you know ... and ... maybe if I was good enough at it, you'd do this favor for me...?"

If Nick did nothing or said nothing to stop her, Paige would begin unfastening his belt and pants, then pull them and his underwear down; she'd have to remove his shoes, but her brain hadn't gotten that far yet; and if all that did take place, Paige would -- for the first time in her life -- discover what a man's cock felt like inside her mouth.

 

[HumanBean]

Paige and Nick at his apartment:

"Maybe, Nick..." Paige said, moving down between Nick’s knees, "...there's something more that I can do for you other than just money."

Nick’s eyes widened. Is she suggesting…? It was immediately obvious that his thinking was spot on.

"There's something I've never done," Paige said.

Her tone was seductive. But Nick sensed hesitation, too. He didn't think Paige was very experienced at this sort of thing. He was right, of course, even though he had no way of confirming that now.

Her hands caressed up his thighs until she made contact with Nick’s ball sack. Nick’s cock, already hardening, twitched with excitement.

"Maybe you could teach me how to ... you know…” Paige continued, “...and ... maybe if I was good enough at it, you'd do this favor for me...?"

Nick knew that he should stop this. Paige was offering something she likely didn't want to offer. She wanted something that Nick wasn't sure he was ready to do for her.

And yet, he did nothing to stop Paige. He let her unbuckle his belt. She unsnapped and unzipped his pants. He lifted his butt from the couch to let her pull his jeans down. His underwear came down, too. His now fully stiff cock popped out at her.

 

[Alice2015]

Paige and Nick at his apartment:

As Paige began loosing Nick's clothing -- belt, shoes, jeans and underwear together -- from his body, she realized that she was trembling just enough to feel it but, hopefully, not enough to be seen. She didn't know why this was frightening her so; it wasn't as if she was a virgin or was even about to have sex with Nick for the first time. They'd had a wonderful evening of orgasms together several days back, a night she wouldn't soon forget ... even if Nick himself had.

Okay, so, that was sort of unfair of her to think. Yes, Nick had had sex with another woman in between their first time together and this one, and the woman hadn't just been a woman, she'd been an ebony skinned Goddess. But Paige -- who had often been told that she, too, was a beautiful and sexy young woman -- had had another lover as well in Connor. And she'd slept with the two men on successive nights no less.

No, the real reason Paige was nervous was obvious to her: she was offering sex in exchange for something of value to her, something she'd never done before. She didn't consider herself a whore, of course, but in this particular case, she was offering to perform a sexual act -- one she'd never done before with either of her past four lovers! -- because she needed something that she knew Nick was not enthused about doing.

When she pulled his boxer briefs off his hips and away from his groin, Paige flinched at it suddenly springing forth just inches from her face. She giggled, saying, "Jesus! It's like a Jack-in-the-Box."

Paige continued stripping Nick's lower half, pulling his jeans and underwear past his feet and tossing them aside. She sat there for a moment with her haunches on her calves and ankles, just looking at his engorged manhood. She didn't remember it being that big their first time together, though, to be honest, she hadn't really spent that much time looking at it. Nick's cock had spent most of its free time either pressed between their respective bellies as they kissed or thrusting in and out of her pussy as they fucked.

She rose to her knees again, moved deeper between his thighs, and reached both hands out to grasp him; the fingers of one hand clutched his shaft tightly as the tip of the index finger of the other began caressing the bulbous head at the end of it. She purred, "You have a beautiful cock, Nick. I ... I didn't really notice that before."

She began slowly stroking his length, moving her free hand to his balls to bobble them gently, asking, "Will you tell me what feels good...? I ... I'll be honest with you. I've never done this ... and ... I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do."

Paige laughed, feeling a blush suddenly burning her freckled face. She clarified, "I mean, I know what I'm supposed to do. I mean, I've seen it ... on the internet. But ... I mean..." She shrugged playfully. "You can't always believe everything you see on the internet, right? So ... I don't really know if what I think I'm supposed to do is what will make you feel good..." She felt her face burn yet a second time as it flushed red before she finished, "What will make you ... cum."

With that, Paige leaned down over Nick's groin, kissed the end of his cock once, then lapped at it softly, then took the big, purple bulb in between her lips, and sucked on it. Why's it called a 'blow job'? she wondered, not for the first time in her life. You don't blow on it, you suck on it. It should be called a 'suck job'.

She leaned her head to one side, kissed Nick's shaft, licked a few inches of it, did the same to the other side, then -- dropping her head clear down between his thighs -- kissed his balls, one after the other. Paige peeked up at him after they'd tightened up at the attention, giggling again and asking, "Does that feel good or tickle?"

She wet her tongue with additional saliva and pressed it against Nick's penile urethra. Paige actually found herself thinking the word penile urethra as she ran her tongue erotically up the length of the tube that would -- if she did this right -- bring forth Nick's ejaculate upon orgasm. Penile urethra ... spongy urethra ... cavernous urethra. They were the words her teacher had used in Human Development Class in high school to describe that portion of the male sex organ; those descriptors would lead to a lot of funny, crude, and/or lewd jokes in the days following those classes.

As her tongue reached Nick's purple bulb, Paige looked into his eyes for his reaction to what she was doing. It seemed to be pleasing him, which -- of course -- was the whole idea. Licking her lips again, Paige said just before taking two, then three, then four inches of his length into her mouth, "Remember ... tell me if I'm doing this wrong."

 

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Paige at his apartment (getting head from Paige for the first time):

Nick watched Paige intently as she undressed his lower half. He loved her surprised reaction at his rock-hard cock popping out. She joked, "Jesus! It's like a Jack-in-the-Box."

He smiled, then mimicked to the best of his ability the tune from turning the handle of a Jack-in-the-box. When he got to the end, he tightened his groin muscles. His cock jerked significantly, just as he softly sang, "Pop goes the weasel."

They laughed together. The comic relief seemed to lighten the mood. Nick knew that this was difficult for Paige. He wondered seriously whether or not she'd ever performed oral sex. The nervousness was obvious in the expression on her face and the trembling of her hands. Yes, he had noticed it, despite her hoping he hadn't.

A gentleman would have told her, Oh, you don't have to do this. But Nick wasn't a gentleman in such cases. And Paige had expressed her desire to learn something new. Who was he to deny her an educational moment?

"You have a beautiful cock, Nick," she told him softly.

No one had told him that before. Sure, he'd been told it was big. He was above average in both length and girth. But beautiful? That was new to him.

Still sounding nervous, Paige told Nick, "I ... I didn't really notice that before."

That didn't surprise him. Their last time together had been spent mostly in intercourse and little more. Paige had applied the condom to Nick's cock herself, wanting to be in control. She'd wanted to be on top, which she'd told him she'd never been. At the time, Nick had wondered just how many times Paige had had sex not to have ever performed it cowgirl style. It wasn't like there was an established ratio of positions to events, of course. But still, he couldn't have helped but wonder.

She'd applied the condom, yes. But it had been dark. And after she'd wet him with both her saliva and pussy juices, she'd mounted him and not handled his cock again afterward. This was the first time Paige had truly gotten an eyeful of his manhood. And she was showing it her full and undivided attention.

"Will you tell me what feels good...?" she asked. Her tone was soft, innocent, almost naive.

Nick listened to Paige explained that she'd never done this. When she confessed that she didn't know what she was doing, he told her with a gentle voice, "I'll help you, Paige. I'd love to help you."

He didn't mean that simply because he wanted her to make him feel good. They say that any head is good head. That wasn't exactly true, though. Men wanted to cum. They wanted to ejaculate. They wanted a blowjob to have an extra erotic, extra lewd feeling of their cock slipping deeply in and out of a tight pussy. Some men liked the ticklish feel. Some didn't care if the sensation was consistent and were perfectly fine with the sporadic licking and sucking. But in the end, they all wanted to spew forth their thick goo. And some blowjobs simply had no chance of ever accomplishing that.

Then, Paige was kissing, licking, and sucking at his manhood. Rookie or not, she immediately showed that she knew what she was doing. Nick thought, Thank God for the internet, something Paige had initially said was unhelpful at times. Nick's reaction, his breathing and gentle writhing, led to Paige asking, "Does that feel good or tickle?"

"Both," he murmured. "Tickles a bit, but that's the fun part." He looked her in the eyes. Smiling, he promised, "Feels great."

She was born to do this, Nick thought to himself. Paige was taking most of his length in through her wet lips in long, slow movements. Her tongue wet him, caressed him. Her fingers worked in concert with her mouth to extend the feel to the base of his shaft. The fingers of her other hand toyed playfully with his nuts. He couldn't for a moment believe that Paige had never done this before.

As she went on, Nick reached his hands down to her head. He wanted to direct her to begin a more consistent in-and-out of his cock. That was what would ultimately make him cum. But she was causing him so much pleasure doing what she was. Instead, Nick simply pulled her hair back on both sides so that he could watch.

"Remember..." she whispered, "tell me if I'm doing this wrong."
"Oh, Jesus," he reacted immediately, "You're doing nothing wrong. Nothing!"

She continued for a couple of minutes before Nick instructed, "Okay, try, take, um--" He couldn't speak between deepening breaths of excitement. He finally managed, "Take as much as you can as deep as you can, again and again. Consistency. You'll make me..."

He went silent as Paige followed his instructions. He was shocked to see her take even more of his length into her mouth again and again and again. She gagged at one point and backed off. Nick told her, "Sorry. Too much?"

Paige went back to it, taking all but the last couple of inches through her lips. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft's base made it feel as though he was being deepthroated. It was amazing. And soon, Nick was past the point of no return.

He didn't want to ruin this for Paige with something she'd hate. He began warning her that he was going to cum. Between gasps, he told her, "You don't, have to, stay down on me. You don't have, to let me cum, in your mouth. It's okay. It's okay. Oh, Jesus. Paige. You don't. Ooh, Jesus. You don't."

His head fell back and his body stiffened as his balls and cock jerked. Again and again and again he spurted out big wads of his thick, white goo. His head swam in the euphoria, his body trembling. Nick had enjoyed great orgasms, some while being given head. But he would remember this one as much for the circumstances as for the climax itself.

 

[Alice2015]

Paige and Nick at his apartment"

Paige was feeling pretty good about her performance sucking on Nick's cock, right up until she gagged and had to pull back to prevent throwing up. Her eyes instantly began watering as Nick asked with concern, "Sorry. Too much?"

"No, I'm fine," she lied.

She hadn't enjoyed that, obviously, yet after gathering herself again, Paige went right back to taking as much of Nick into as she could. Her jaws were beginning to scream out in pain when Nick began warning her about his imminent orgasm. Quietly in the deep recesses of her mind, a voice called out, Thank God!

Then, when he began telling her she didn't have to take his cum in her mouth, Paige's mind was filled with the multitude of horror stories she'd heard about the taste, texture, and aftertaste of cum from the more experienced girls at school: her sexually active friends, as well as the campus sluts. Still, she persisted with Nick's cock in her mouth; she wanted to do this right, and she knew that for most men, that meant him cumming in her mouth or all over her face. Paige was pretty sure that that second option was mostly internet porn, so she decided to go with the first option.

She felt an unfamiliar twitch in Nick's cock, and combining that with the change in his breathing and body movement, knew that he was about to cum. Her mind raced to the stories and internet porn; she pulled her mouth back until only his bulb and another inch or so remained in her mouth, then grasped his shaft tightly in her fingers and jerked him hard and fast.

Nick groaned out as his manhood pulsed out load after load into Paige's mouth. She didn't immediately taste anything, though, she could feel it building up on her tongue. Then, the back of her tongue cried out Whoa! Hold it! What the fuck is that? The taste was salty but also so much more. It was slightly bitter, but although Paige couldn't know this as she'd never had semen in her mouth before, Nick's ejaculate was far less offensive as was the cum of some men. She couldn't know it, but Paige had sucked just the right cock for her first go around.

She thought that the jerks of her lover's shaft and balls would never stop; she continued stroking his length until finally Nick collapsed back into the couch, spent from the euphoria that had exploded through him. She pulled her mouth back farther, making it possible to more easily swallow, then gulped down the man's seed and all that came with it. Paige grimaced a bit but got it done, even smiling when she finally withdrew Nick's cock from her mouth; she was proud of herself for what she'd done and, presumably, how well she'd done it.

"Like that?" she asked hopefully, still grasping and slowly stroking the man's cock from base to bulb. "Did I do good?"

She realized that she sounded like a little girl asking her mother if her fingerpainting was pretty. Paige quickly added, "I hope you enjoyed that. I enjoyed doing it to you."

That wasn't true, of course. Oh, sure, she had enjoyed making Nick feel good. But Paige could have done that with her hand or pussy just as easily. In fact, maybe she should have; only now did Paige think about the fact that they hadn't used protection against disease. Do they do that? she wondered, Wrap it up for head? Some did, some didn't; there were a lot of factors involved.

If Nick was good, Paige would go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth and clean her hands before telling Nick more about what she needed from him. If he didn't seem ready to take the chance of getting caught and thrown into a federal black site, Paige would shed her panties, deploy a condom, and fuck the man as well. At least this she would physically enjoy.