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Apologies and Other Lies
The following story is about a young, sixteen year old, woman maturing in an immature world. She sees through most people’s lies and is hoping for a chance at ‘real’ love. She’s never seen such a thing through her family, or in the world around her. All she sees are apologies and then more and more lies. She is a white but tan, blonde haired woman with a sparkle of black underneath, both in hair and personality, about 5”3’. Her breasts are that of a small, but developing melon. She has the style of a peppy but ambitious school girl, sexy but with a mild twist of dorky. She has the smile of an angle and the figure of a ballerina. She is very intelligent, yet independent. She is Penelope Rose.
“Penny! Are you almost ready, were going to be late.”
“Yes mother, I still have to find my bag…….where did you put it.” Penelope Said.
“It should be right next to the dryer, under the clothes and in the basket.”
She and her mother were going on a skiing trip to Colorado for Mardi-Gras. She was excited because the last time she was there, she met a handsome young man that decided to go by the name of “the lost one.” They had not been together sexually, except for a few delicate and innocent kisses. She had not known what he looked like, for the fact being they were at a Mardi-Gras celebration, the only way to come, was to wear mask’s all through-out the night, and vow to never take them off, until you are not anywhere near the residence. She did however know that he was very muscular, with a soft and delicate voice, light skin and brown hair, with a hint of blonde. Other than that, his attire consisted of a black and white tuxedo, white gloves and black loafers. He made it very clear that the next time she was in the area, they would definitely meet with each other, and find out who they really are, in look’s and personality’s.
On the ride to Colorado, Penelope kept having flashbacks of that night; she couldn’t get it out of her head. The young man that she remembered being so gentle and sweet to her, she had never experienced that in her life. She was used to everyone being so stuck-up and impersonal.
The night started out with her being invited to her friend Rachel’s party. There was two requirements though, one; you had to dress nice, no casual attire allowed in, two; you had to wear a mask that covered all your face, except your mouth. Penelope believed she knew about the mouth being uncovered part, but she didn’t fully understand the rest until later that night.
She had started getting ready for the party around six-o-clock. An hour before that she went out and bought a red and black velvet dress that made her figure look absolutely amazing. It grabbed her ass, but covered her cleavage; she didn’t enjoy looking like some skimpy girl. Then she bought a mask that was black, red and white. The entire face mask was white, except for the eyebrows and the eyes. The eyes were where the black and red came in place, it had a cute rounded lined, design on the outer sides of the eyes, and then the circles were red. When she put it on, she was actually amazed at how cute she looked, verging on the line of gorgeous. Her hair was curled and up in a bump. She almost looked like she was going to prom.
When she actually left to go to the party, she decided to put some samsara perfume on, just in case she got close to any other young men. In the car she became really nervous, because she didn’t want to end up looking like a dork if the message about the dressing was meant to be different. But this was her usual routine. She looked beautiful and she knew it, she just worried too much. She was going to have a good time, and even try to get a little tipsy, but not to the point of incoherence, she was a smart girl and wasn’t about to let alcohol get in the way of that particular trait.
She ended up getting to the party around eight-o-clock. She parked her car about twenty feet down the road, shut it off, and realized all her excitement was getting her horny. She slowly looked around to make sure nobody was near and carefully slid her fingers into her velvet dress and under her panties, feeling her own wetness, she became even more excited. She slowly slid her right index finger in and out of her pussy, while trying to also tend to her erect clit. Her nipples slowly became hard and she could feel them the entire time, it felt like they were poking out of the top of her dress. She then inserted another finger and began speeding up her pace. In and out and in again. She began to rock her hips and continue to finger fuck herself in her driver seat car. Thrusting her finger’s in as deep as she could get them. All the while, she could feel her self-building up to a steep climax, groaning and moaning with pleasure the entire time. Until she began to shudder and it felt like an explosion had just gone all throughout her entire body. She removed her fingers and pulled down her dress, then smiled, knowing that, tonight was going to be a good night.
When she got inside she was greeted by her friend Rachel and many other’s before she finally got to the drink’s, she slowly looked over the selection before deciding on a Cherry Martini. She slowly drank three of these before Rachel made the announcement.” All women get on the far side of the room and all men on the near.” After the line-up Penelope looked around, and saw nothing but fine-dressed women and men in mask’s, this was indeed a mysterious party, but sometimes she enjoyed not knowing who was who and what was what, it made her feel normal, instead of genius, like she did on a daily basis. It got tiring after a while, always knowing things, but here, that wasn’t even a possibility.
“Now…..one man at a time, starting from left to right. Go to the other side of the room and pick a girl of your choice to spend the rest of your night with. But there are two conditions. The first being that the girl gets to decide what the men get to drink for the rest of the night, and the second being, the men have to do what the girls want, and ‘only’ what they want.” Said Rachel.
Penelope’s first thoughts couldn’t even process, she was supposed to let somebody she didn’t even know, spend the rest of the night with her and possibly ruin it. On the flipside, she kind of needed this. She needed to become less with-holding on people.
About ten minutes later she was still un-picked, but she didn’t care, none of the guy’s looked that good with the masks, so what does that say about them without the mask on. This was all until ‘the lost one’ sat down right beside her and asked her to have one drink with him, and if she wasn’t interested afterwards, he would never bother her again. She reluctantly accepted his offer, not because he was cute, but because he was the first man to be kind and not insult her in a very long time. She didn’t know if it was an act or not, but it was worth a shot.
She ordered them two martinis, and then asked him what his actual drink of choice was. He replied with a simple ‘scotch’. Knowing that she didn’t want to get wasted that particular night, she stuck with the martinis.
After about eleven martinis and two hours later, the pair of them began talking about each other’s interest. She liked reading erotic story’s, taking long baths and tanning. All of which she fingered herself during, but she decided to leave little detail out, for her sake, and his. He liked to write, draw and learn new things; she didn’t know that each and every one of these things he did on a sexual level. Her favorite color was purple, his was blue. She got a 4.0 gpa every year, he got a 3.0. You could say that these two had little in common that wasn’t based around sex, but neither of them knew that.
This ‘lost one’ didn’t know that Penny wanted to kiss him all night, and vice versa. So at about two-o-clock in the morning, she decided to give up and head back to her hotel. When she told him this, he seemed surprised and let down all at the same time, but she insisted. The two of them shook hands and she headed for her car. She got in, put on her seat-belt and started the engine. She put it in drive and was about to hit the gas when she heard a knock on the passenger side window. She rolled it down and ‘the lost one’ was right there.
“Do you think you can give me a ride home” he asks.
(she stares at him for a moment in thought)”……umm, I guess that would be okay, get in”.
“Thank God” he said.
“Where are you headed?”
“Fifth and Millbury, Do you know where that’s at?” he asks
“(she laughs) yeah that’s right next to the motel me and my mo…..mountains of clothes are staying at (she laughs again).”
“Okay cool, how long are you going to be in Colorado?” he asks.
“Depending on how things go, I should be here for about three weeks”
“Maybe what?” she asks.
“Maybe me and you could, you know, hang out sometime before you leave” he said
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to, I have…a lot of stuff going on with my…friends already.”
“Oh….that’s okay, I mean if you don’t have the time.” He said
“I’m sorry, it’s just that, I don’t know you that well, and it would be kind of awkward.”
“Yeah I know…I had to try though”.
The rest of the time, the two stay awkwardly quiet. Not knowing what to say, and not wanting to make things even more awkward. They pull up to her motel, and the two of them get out. He thanks her, and begins to walk away. She’s beginning to have second thoughts about not getting his number or even his real name.
“(He turns around with a smirk of belief on his face)”.
“Can you umm, uhh….”
“Walk you up to your room” he finishes for her.
When they get in the motel, both still dressed in their Mardi-Gras outfits, they head straight for the elevator. They get in, and she pushes the button for the ninth floor. All the while a head aching silence fills the air. When they get half way up to her floor, she pulls two items out of her purse that he seems not to notice. They get to the ninth floor, step out and walk to her door, very slowly; it’s almost agonizing for the both of them. When they get to her door, she fumbles with her key’s trying to signal him in for a kiss. He’s slow but he catches on to the idea. But instead of helping her, he grabs her waist, ever so slowly and passionately, with both hand’s one on each side, faces her towards him, and kisses her as passionately as he knows how to. She’s in a daze and does not know what to say. He slips her a piece of paper with his number and a note saying:
‘when I next see you, or you next see me, we will be the best we have ever had, socially and sexually’
-the lost one