The Shoplifter Chapter Four - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Four

... jump. It was a shocking contrast to my image before I shoplifted. In a strange way I liked this girl better—she was much more interesting. She had no time to be bored, for sure. I showered carefully. Everything seemed in order. I had just a few love marks on my breasts and neck. Down below I was amazed how “ok” everything felt. My sex was pink, tender and swollen but otherwise just very sensitive. Had they used condoms? Did it really matter? My fingers explored. Any question regarding condoms was answered quickly. My sex had really tightened, but as soon as it was gently spread I learned I was as loaded as a girl could possibly be. As I returned to washing, I was again aware of that all too familiar tingle down below. The erotic compulsion I lived with had grown stronger big time. A shower felt so good. I did something I had never done, as I gently washed my sex, I tried to open it and discharge all I could. I succeeded a bit, but it gave me a hollow feeling, I quit. A strange erotic feeling came over me. What they had given me was put there in an act of unmitigated love. I had been treated so sweetly by each of them and I owed it to them, and to Bobby, to keep every bit of it. It was such a loving feeling. I am a strange woman for sure. Once showered, I tumbled into my bed wearing just panties, in case any of their little devils decided to travel in the night. Sleep was easy. Mother came up at seven to ask about food. I told her I had a touch of tummy flu. She did the ...

... forehead touch thing and said I had a little temperature. I fell asleep thinking about the solution Bobby had offered. He had offered a way out for sure. It was crazy, but it had a crazy appeal. It was so simple. I only had to let nature take its course as it should. Those interracial babies were so cute. I drifted off. NEW APPROACH I slept through to six in the morning. At six thirty I called Jamal. At ten I had showered again, dressed in shorts and a long sleeved top and headed to 1466 High Bluff Court. What a contrast to where I had been yesterday. Jamal opened the front door and let me into a lovely airy well decorated two store condo. He was all business. We went to the kitchen table; he pushed a cup of black coffee in front of me and sat down opposite me. Not one casual social word; not one question. I could tell he had been doing a lot of tormenting, thinking and research. He started right in, “Caroline I have had nothing else on my mind since I last saw you. I have made a lot of calls, read a lot of stuff and I have come up with some solid recommendations. Here is what I think we should consider. First, we need to know exactly what is up with you. By all I have read there is not possibility of an abortion at this point; too much time has been allowed to pass. So I have arranged for a full physical with the maternity people at Grady Hospital. First if you have any health issues we will address those with top priority. Following that, if things are as I suspect, I think this ...