Let's go back to the afternoon before

-This is the place!-.

You and your best friend are facing a white terraced house, the one whose doorbell says: "Trish Martinez".

-Are you sure she can help us?-.

-Heather, she's a lawyer. It's practically a private detective, but without the dandy moral. Come on, it will be easy.-.

Five minutes later, you're knocking at her door. A guy of your age comes to open and, surprised, squares you from head to toe.

-Hi.- Tina waves her hand: -I'm Kim's sister, is your mom at home?-.

-Mom!- He calls her, turning around and stepping aside. A furious clicking of heels gets closer, and after a few seconds you are greeted by a stunning Hispanic woman. She's wearing a pink shirt, a tight black miniskirt, and stockings on her legs.

-Hello!- She smiles, recognizing the blonde girl in front of her: -It's a pleasure to meet you, Tina! Kim told me a lot about you!- she shakes her hand and then addresses you: -And you are her friend I assume?-.

-Yes, my name is Heather.- You timidly answer.

-It's a real pleasure. Please, come in. Honey, could you make some tea for our guests? Let's sit here. So, to what do I owe this visit?-.

You exchange a glance as you sit on the sofa. She definitely knows how to get straight to the point.

-Actually, we were hoping you could help us.-.

-Help?- A mischievous grin curves her lips.

-Yeah. Heather, she had a maid who got fired recently because... well, she thinks it's her fault, but actually it's for her parents.-.

-I see. Wrongful termination. Do you want to sue your parents, sweety?-.

-What? N-No!- You reply in shock.

-So do you want to make sure she won't sue you?-.

-No, it's, it's nothing like that!-.

-Actually.- Tina interferes: -We just want to find her and help her somehow. Problem is, we just know she's named Elena.-.

-Ah, I see then.- She puts a leg on the other and crosses her fingers: -Surely I could help you in this. I have contacts who have contacts.-.

-Really? That's, that's, great!- You exclaim relieved: -What do we owe you?-.

-Oh, please!- She dismisses with her hand: -Sisters of friends are my friends. Well, normally it would be like this, but I don't recommend you do such a thing. It could easily backfire. Yet, if you have half of Kim's resolution, you will do the same. So I'll ask you a favor instead.-.

-Of course!- Tina proposes: -Everything!-.

-Glad you're this enthusiastic. But...- She turns to you: -I'll ask Heather instead.-.

-Me? Uhm... ok, I guess.-.

-Splendid. The best part is, we can do this now. If you follow me...- The three of you hop up, just when her son comes back with the tea.

-Don't worry, we'll finish before it cools down. Tina, you can stay here though. Your sister informed me of your, uh, interests, and I think Daniel would provide to be a great entertainer.-.

-Oh.- She looks at the two Martinez and nods: -Sure, thanks. Can I, like, ask him to do anything?-.

-Of course. Daniel, treat this young girl like she's me, and do whatever she says. Let's go, Heather.-.

After another glance with your BFF, you follow her on another side of the house, more precisely inside a white room sparsely furnished. You notice a camera on a tripod standing in the center.

-You see, I have to take a little **** on one of my clients; nothing serious, just enough to make him sleep on the sofa. And the best way to do this is with some...- She opens a closet and draws something: -...compromising photos.-.

You frown, then your eyes jerk in shock. She's holding two-two sets of fishnet lingerie!

-I, I...- You babble.

-Ssh, don't worry, I'll censor your face, no one will trace it back to you. And I think you're gonna like that.-.

-But, but, but...-

-Sometimes life requires a toll, sweetheart.- She murmurs sorely: -I know Tina is determined into this, but are you?-.

You gulp.

-I am.-.

-Perfect. Now change into this.- She hands you one of them alongside a pair of high fuck-me heels, and you reluctantly undress and wear them. You find Trish ready and waiting for you.

She's... well, she is... wow.

She gives you a luscious smirk.

-Come on, cheer up a bit.- She covers the distance between you and uses a thumb to lift the corner of your lips, her touch tingling sensually.

-Imagine I'm Tina.-.

-How do you...-.

-Please. I see how you look at her. If it helps, I can make it easier for you...- You don't understand what she means until she hugs you tightly, pressing her breasts on yours, the nets clutching tight too but not in a bad way. The resonance within you synchronizes in the same beat, as if the limits of your body expanded into her heated mass. She puts her mouth on your ear and whispers: -Do you like this body, Heather?-.

You jolt and your hands instinctively clench her back. T-That voice!

-Tina?- You timidly ask.

-Yes, it's me.- You look into each other's eyes, nothing in her features is even remotely like Tina: where your friend's face is smooth, bright, with big blue innocent eyes, this one is aged, tanned, sly-verved. There is no way she could be Tina; so why are you turned on like this?

She caresses your cheek like she would a flower petal.

-You're so beautiful, Heather.-.

Your heart is struck by a blazing dart. You gasp and close your eyes, drowning in her soft touch. A distant light illuminates your eyelids while she keeps talking with her melodious, sweet voice.

-I love you. Even now. Even like this. I want you.-.

-I, I want you too!- You exclaim, leaning forward and crossing your lips with hers. The flavor, the odor, the touch, everything is totally extraneous. But you don't care. They're hers, they must be hers, because she must be yours.

-Then let's not stop here.- You feel that she's holding something. It's a pink glass dildo. It's cold, but her hand is warming it. She puts it between your mouths and she starts kissing it sensually, winking at you to join her. You can't, neither won't, resist a second. Your tongue traces its curves, curling once it has passed the tip. It's chill, insipid. Yet, it's the tastiest thing you've ever licked. Your ecstasy is so impetuous that your sight flashes for a second.

Tina then sits on the couch, she unzips her top and discards her pants. A sublime, exotic MILF body is now lying in front of you, her thin, night eyes under the dark brown fringe arousing you to bring it on. She hands you the sex toy and spreads her legs.

-I want you in there, Heather. I want you to make me feel good.-.

Your name... it sounds so perfect when she spells it...

You slowly insert it inside her folds, enjoying her face becoming more and more stirred.

-Ahh~~ Mmm~~ These tits...- She grabs one: -They feel so different... they're so big... taste them, please...-.

She tilts her head to the side, all her hair falling over her shoulder and her shiny earring tinkling like a bell. Her moaning at your kiss almost overpowers the sensation of her soft skin between your lips. So creamy. So good.

She gently pushes your hand away, placing the dildo on the floor.

-Oh, Heather...-.

Her digits tingle your thighs as she lowers your panties, exposing your wet, trim bushed pussy. She makes you sit next to her, then gets on all fours and gently strokes your hair, her thumb sliding down from your ear to your chin. You knead her thigh in response. She's so close now that her scent inebriates your nostrils. The world is blinking around you, as if only you two have remained. God, that would be real heaven.

She chuckles in her musical voice, extremely out of place coming from such a mature body. You imagine her going to school looking like that: sitting next to you, raising her hand at the professor, chatting about boys... kissing you deeply, while everyone watches...

-Aahhh~~ The figurative pleasure fades supplanted by a most physical one. Tina is inserting her manicured middle finger inside of you. You have to hold your head or you're gonna faint from the sensation. You see fireflies glistening out of the corner of your eye.

She looks at you like a lioness with her prey. That fiery glance, those burning eyes, her sensual breath, are the last drop, and you feel the pleasure blasting inside your pussy and a warm liquid spraying like a hydrant. With an umpteenth groan, you lay on the back pillow, your body still being trodden by that violent orgasm.

But it's not over yet. Tina's bubbly butt soars over your face, and she gives you just the time to open your mouth before lowering it. As your tongue stimulate her labia, you hear her grunts becoming moans, then cries, then squeaks, until your throat is flooded by that same sticky juice.

You're now both panting, sitting one next to the other, both of your bodies still burning, still eager for more. But then a FLASH wakes you up, and you notice once again the camera pointed at you.

"So that... those lights were...".

You turn to her, and you now distinguish Trish's voice in her sighs. This pierces you deeply. Of course, it was only a roleplay. She's not really Tina. You shouldn't have forgotten that.

-Wow girl, you know your stuff. If it wasn't professionally wrong, I'd ask you to date me.-.

-Thanks...- You ruefully answer. You both redress in your clothes, but she refuses to take back your attire.

-It's yours now, you've earned it. My suggestion, take her to dinner, something romantic by candlelight, and be found on the bed like this. Then do exactly what you've done to me. She will be at your feet in no time.-.

You go back to the living room, hearing with two rooms in advance the sexual moans coming from there. You find the boy plowing Tina doggie style, pulling her by the hair. You must admit that this hurts badly. She seems so happy even without you.

-Oh, oh, oh!!! Ohh Jesus... oh, here you are. The tea is still warm.- The four of you sit down and proceed to consume as nothing has happened, then you say goodbye to the couple and you provide her your number. She winks at you again, but you flush and turn your head away.

Now that you're walking, Tina is airily humming like a schoolgirl with an A-score in her backpack. On the contrary, you feel the exact opposite.

-What's wrong Heath?-.

-N-Nothing, really.-.

-Was that hard?- She asks, and you have a jolt.

"H-Hard?".

You immediately think about that dildo.

-Yeah, her request. Was that bad? Shit, did she hurt you or something?-.

-No, no.- You reassure her. Wow. She's really worried. I mean, she shouldn't be, she should know that Trish would never hurt any of you as much as you do. But the look on her face can't be fake.

Then, a better-known grin lifts the corners of her mouth.

-Well, what about we find some private place and you... uhm, let's say that you tell me everything?-.

You blush instantly.

-I think that... that's ok...-.

-Good. Because I want you to tell me everything. Every little part.-.

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An explosion on the screen makes you rouse. God, you're so nervous that even this B-movie makes you jump like that. Near to you, Jeremy and William are just enjoying the scene, when suddenly they go quiet and goggle.

-Hello Captain, we finally meet each other.-.

Some sexy brunette has emerged from the dust, dress like a lout version of Black Widow. Well, her mounds seem even larger. The worst part is that she reminds you of...

-Kim Rissan, I assume.-.

You cover your face with your hand, while your two friends simply grin, unaware of the real reason for your reaction. They're just thinking you feel a bit uncomfortable for the quality of the film and for the unwanted homonymy. You wish it were so. Somehow, you manage to hold on until the end, and the three of you exit the theater.

-Nice movie, uh?- William comments between loose laughter: -Especially for that Kim character. I have the impression I've already seen her...-.

-You're wrong, dude.- Jeremy goes along with it: -The one you're thinking about doesn't have half of her boobs!-.

-Ok guys, quit it!- You scowl. They laugh again but stop when they notice your serious expression. Shit, you've been too harsh. Just to make the situation worse, several people you know are passing you by, and you have to greet them like it's all right. But it's not, and at this moment you wish you don't have such a good reputation in town.

-Relax, it was just a joke.- Jeremy apologies: -Man, your sister is giving you some rough time, uh?-.

-Yeah. Guys, I don't know what has come into her.- You admit: -All my family actually.-.

-I know the feeling.- William tries to empathize: -My little sister has been intractable ever since that guy dumped her.-.

You look at him sorrowly, he's leagues away from your situation. Nonetheless, you pretend to agree. After all, they're trying to help you.

-Hey, wanna come to my place?- Jeremy changes the subject. It's your tradition to go to his house every Tuesday, you casually started years ago and never stopped.

-Oh damn, I forgot, we can't. Mom is sick and doesn't want anyone around.-.

-Well, we can go to mine.- William offers: -Not a big space, but...-.

-I can't, she'll need me.-.

You ponder your decision and eventually answer: -Why not, I want to stay away from home for a while. Maybe even dinner, if that's not a problem.-.

-Nah, chill. See you then Jerry.-.

-Don't call me like that.- He rolls his eyes, then walks away. His mother is ill, you think, some flu maybe. He doesn't realize how much lucky he is.

-Come on dude.- William places his hand on your shoulder. He senses something is wrong, he's more sensitive than the majority of other boys. But you won't tell him anything. You can't. To no one.

-Yeah, let's go.-.

The next day, Jeremy is nowhere to be seen.