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Subject: {ASSM} Bellaire Belles Part 1 of ? (MF)
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WARNING - THIS CHAPTER AND THE ONES THAT FOLLOW MAY CONTAIN SEXUAL SCENES
THAT ARE NOT APROPRIATE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF 18.  IF YOU ARE
YOUNGER THAN 18 PLEASE STOP READING NOW!!!

FURTHER, THIS STORY CONTAINS SITUATIONS INVOLVING CONSENSUAL SEX, ORAL 
SEX, ANAL SEX, PUBLIC NUDITY, SEX WITH TEENS, FIRST TIME SEX, MILD INCEST,
MILD HUMILIATION, AND SOME OTHER SEXUAL TOPICS THAT PEOPLE MIGHT FIND
OFFENSIVE. IF YOU FIND THIS OFFENSIVE THAN YOU MAY WANT TO CHOOSE
ANOTHER STORY.  PLEASE NOTE THAT ALL SEX IN THIS STORY IS CONSENSUAL SEX.
I DO NOT BELIEVE IN NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND THEREFORE I DO NOT WRITE ABOUT
IT.  FURTHER THIS STORY IS RATHER SLOW AND INVOLVES QUITE A BIT OF ROMANCE
AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.  IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A GOOD STROKE STORY,
THIS MAY NOT BE IT, AT LEAST I HOPE THAT IS THE CASE.

PLEASE DO NOT COPY THIS STORY ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.  THANK
YOU.

Enough of the warnings.  This chapter contains MF

Any and all constructive criticism is appreciated.  Also any compliments
are appreciated and will keep me writing this story.  Any and all comments
can be sent to mrfreeze06SPAMSUCKS@hotmail.com.  Just remove the SPAMSUCKS
from the address.

Bellaire Belles

Chapter One


By Mr. Freeze

It was a hot spring afternoon.  Birds could be heard singing throughout
the area.  The palm trees around me hissed as a warm breeze passed through
their dry and brittle fronds.  I could taste the salt air on my tongue.  I
couldn't have asked for a more perfect day.

My heart started pounding as the first few chords of Pachelbel's Canon in
D came from the harp player behind me.  As the music built momentum, the
bridesmaids began coming down the aisle dressed in their flowing pink
dresses.  Every last one of them was stunningly beautiful.  

My heart tied itself in knots as the first three bridesmaids slowly walked
down the aisle to be met by their groomsman and then escorted to their
place for the wedding.  The maid of honor was next.  She smiled at me
warmly, lovingly.  I returned the smile and choked back a tear.  I loved
her almost as much as the woman I was marrying today and she loved me just
the same.  She took the hand of my best man, he bowed, and then they
parted and took their places on either side of me.

The first notes of Mendelssohn's Wedding March struck up on the organ and
my heart skipped a beat.  I watched as my beautiful bride, dressed in a
beautiful, lacy, traditional white wedding dress, came slowly down the
aisle.  My eyes met hers and together we conveyed the love we had for each
other.  Her eyes held to mine.  She didn't search the crowd for relatives
or friends.  She didn't even look at the wedding party or the judge
officiating the wedding.  Her eyes were just focused to mine.  She was
such a vision of loveliness.  

As she approached me, the best man came down next to her.  Our gaze still
did not break as the judge asked who would give this woman and the best
man offered her to me.  A single tear escaped my eye and she gently wiped
it from my cheek with a smile.

The ceremony went fairly quick.  It wasn't a religious service, neither of
us all that religious in the first place.  We held our gaze as much as
possible during the ceremony.  We said our vows and exchanged our rings
and finally it was official.

"With the authority granted to me by Pinellas County, Florida, as a duly
sworn magistrate of the same, I now pronounce you man and wife.  You may
kiss the bride."

I kissed her with all the passion of all of our lovemaking to that point.
It was beautiful and wonderful.  The world around me drowned away.  No
guests sitting on white wooden folding chairs.  No sound of the caterers
preparing for the reception.  No sound of the boats out on the water or of
the palm trees swaying in the wind.  It was just her and I.   Perfection.
We broke our kiss finally and looked into each other's eyes once again.
Pure love.

"I now present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Gregory Hamilton!"
exclaimed the judge.

Everyone in attendance came to their feet and applauded us.  I felt joy
and euphoria like I had never experienced in my life.  It was obvious that
my bride felt the same way as she took my hand into hers and we marched
down the aisle proudly.  As we walked to the back of the aisle and into my
aunt's house I thought how lucky I was to be marrying this beautiful 
woman.  

As we started the pictures, my bride was engaged in most of the early
shots so I stood and watched her and remembered.  I remembered all that we
had been through to get to this day.  The joys, the sorrows...definitely 
the sorrows, to bring us to this wonderful day...

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I moved to Florida from Michigan after I graduated high school to attend
the University of South Florida and also to spend some time with my Aunt
Grace.  My Aunt Grace was the black sheep of the family, which is probably
one of the reasons I liked her so much.  She married young; too young for
my mother's Christian values.  On top of that, the man she was marrying
was almost 20 years her senior.  Unfortunately for Grace, the marriage
only lasted five years, ending in tragedy when her husband Frank was
killed in a speedboat accident.  

Grace was provided for after his death.  Her husband was a millionaire
many times over and left everything to her.  The money meant nothing to
her.  She grieved many years after his death.  She became a recluse, not
leaving her house if she could manage it.  When I came to Florida for
school, I got her to return back to the world of the living.  I like to
think that I was good therapy for her, and she was good therapy for me
after 18 years of living with my intolerable parents.  

My freshman year of college I decided to live in the dorms.  I could have
lived with Aunt Grace, but I wanted some level of independence.  Grace
footed my entire college bill including the dorms and also gave me
something of an allowance as well.  I kept trying to refuse it and take
jobs, but she kept making sure I lost those jobs and insisted on paying.
Eventually I just gave in, realizing that it brought her joy to be putting
me through school.  

I decided somewhere in my freshman year that I was going to study marine
biology.  I had gotten hooked into scuba diving when I first arrived in
Florida and that was what drove my interests into that major.  Scuba
diving became my sole hobby.  I didn't participate in any clubs or
organizations at school.  I never did that in high school so I saw no
reason to do it in college either.  I instead worked hard the entire year
on achieving PADI Master Diver certification.  

With all of the diving, I managed to get in pretty good shape.  I was
never muscular up to that point; I even had a bit of a gut when I came to
Florida, but I ended up toning up and building some muscle and of course a
nice bronze tan. 

By the time classes began in fall of my freshman year, I was already
starting to look pretty toned.  I had no problem finding a girlfriend my
first week of classes.  Her name was Heather.  Heather was a really hot
blonde that looked like she came off the cover of Maxim.  She was from
Kansas, about as out of place in Florida as a guy from Michigan.  We hit
it off really well.  She took my virginity the first week that we were
dating.  After that she basically taught me a lot about pleasing a woman.
It was a wonderful relationship.  I was absolutely head over heels in love
with her.  I was even contemplating making a proposal by the end of the
school year.

I also met another girl during this time.  Her name was Ashley.  Ashley
was a little spitfire Irish girl, complete with the red hair and fair
complexion.  While she wasn't model material, she exuded her own kind of
sexiness that was borne out of her passion for life and her unfailing
self-esteem.   

Ashley and I never hit it off romantically that year, especially with
Heather in the picture.  We did, however, become best of friends.  We were
such good friends that there were often things I would tell her that I
would never dream of telling Heather.  Ash was my confidant.  She and I
probably ended up spending more time together than Heather and I did.  

About two weeks before finals in April, the shit hit the fan.  Heather
informed me that she wasn't going to be coming back to USF in the fall.
My heart was broken.  She broke it further when she told me the reason she
wasn't coming back to USF.  She was going home to marry her high school
sweetheart.

For the next week I was like the living dead.  I started to sympathize
with how Aunt Grace felt after Frank had died.  I didn't want to eat.  I
didn't want to socialize.  I just wanted to be alone.  I was progressing
through my classes on autopilot.  All my energy went into studying for
finals.  Studying meant that I wasn't thinking about Heather.

I shut everyone out of my life that week.  I shut out Aunt Grace, my
friends, and I also shut out my best friend, Ashley.  I hadn't told any of
them what had happened so I didn't know, didn't care if they found out
from other places.  I just wanted to disappear forever.  Ashley, being the
friend she was, wasn't going to let that happen.

It was the Thursday before finals week that I hit rock bottom.  I had even
given up studying.  I was just moping in bed thinking of good ways to get
back at Heather.  I won't lie; suicide crossed my mind a few times.  As I
lay moping in my bed, in my messy dorm room, there was a knock at my door.
The last thing I wanted was a visitor.

"Go away!"

The knock was more persistent.

"Let me in Gregory Hamilton, "demanded a female voice from the other end.
It was Ashley.

"Leave me alone Ash, "I yelled and threw my pillow over my face.

I heard the combination being punched into the door, her trying the door
and swearing.

"Let me in Greg!" she yelled.

"Go the fuck away!  I don't want to talk to anyone, "I yelled back,
throwing the pillow back on my face again when I was done.

Again I heard her try the combination and then the door opened.  

"Where in the fuck have you been?" asked Ashley in near hysterics.  

"Leave me alone Ash, I don't want to talk about it, "I demanded through
the pillow.

"I am not leaving until we talk about whatever happened, Greg."

"Then you are going to be here a long time, "I said, again through the
pillow.

"Well, lucky for you, I brought my books along so I will sit in here and
study while I wait for you to talk."

"Will you get out of my room before I forcibly remove you from my room, "I
yelled, this time moving the pillow from my face first.

"We both know you won't do that.  You would never do anything to hurt me
Greg."

She had me there.  I would never do anything to hurt my "lucky charm".  I
called her that because she was Irish and it seemed she brought me good
luck many times in my life.  The absence of a response to her told her
that she was indeed right.

"Greg, you have never had a problem talking to me, "said Ashley as she
pulled up a chair next to my bed and sat down.  She then put her hand on
my arm and started rubbing it.

"I don't want to talk about it Ashley, "I said, pulling my arm away from
her.  "It is too embarrassing."

"Did you break up with Heather?" asked Ashley softly.

I shook my head.

"Did she break it off with you?"

I didn't move or say anything for about five seconds and then I finally
nodded and started sobbing into my pillow.  Ashley didn't say anything.
She just rubbed my back as I cried.  I don't know how long I cried.  I am
sure it was a long time, but Ashley didn't leave my side.  She didn't
speak until I settled down again.

"Can I ask why she broke it off with you?"

I turned around and looked at her.  Concern was etched all over her face.
I saw the love and caring in her emerald green eyes and I lost all
resistance to telling her what happened.

"She is marrying her high school sweetheart, "I said, defeated.

"Oh my, "she gasped.

"You can tell me `I told you so' now, "I said to her with unexpected venom
in my voice.

"I would never do that Greg, "she said, her eyes tearing over.

"You told me she was trouble.  I didn't believe you.  I thought you were
just being jealous.  As always I was wrong."

"Greg, I told you she was trouble because I didn't want to see you get
hurt, like you are now, "said Ashley openly crying now.

"I know, "I conceded.  "You weren't the only one.  Grace told me the same
thing.  So did Jim."  Jim was my roommate.

"You have been so angry at all of us for being right that you couldn't
face us, "said Ashley as if she was revealing the meaning of life.

Ashley was one perceptive woman.  It was one of the things I liked about
her.  She always had a firm grasp of a situation.  She wasn't very book
smart.  She struggled to earn her B's and C's; however, she was wise
beyond her years.

"God damn it Ashley, "I fumed.  "I was in love with her.  I was going to
propose to her.  How could she do this?  How could she do this to me?"

I turned around again and sobbed heavily into my pillow.  I felt Ashley's
comforting touch again on my back as she stayed with my in silence once
again until I was finished crying.

"Greg, you need to rejoin the world of the living, "said Ashley after I
calmed down once again.  "First of all we need to get you showered and
then get some clean clothes on you.  Then I am taking you to the dining
hall and making sure you eat."

"Thanks Ash, but no, "I said.  "I just want to be alone."

"Do I need to make you then?" she said firmly.

"Ash, please, "I pleaded.

"That's it, "said Ashley with finality.

Ashley took my arm and started dragging me out of bed.  I tried with all
my might to stay on my bed but eventually she had me to the point where I
could either stand up beside the bed, or land on the floor with a thud.  I
chose to stand.  As she started to pull my shirt off I resisted at first.
I eventually surrendered to her when I realized she wasn't playing games.

"Are you going to finish undressing or do I need to do it myself?" said
Ashley, sounding like a drill instructor.

I answered her by dropping my pants on my own.  I wasn't shy undressing in
front of Ashley.  I had done it many times and she had done it even more
times in front of me.  Ashley wasn't a very shy girl at all.  In fact, she
was proud of her body, even if it wasn't perfect model material.  One day,
early in our friendship, she and I were chatting in her dorm room when she
asked out of the blue if I minded if she got naked.  She told me how much
more comfortable she was that way.  I of course balked at first, claiming
my girlfriend and that I didn't think of Ashley that way.  She calmed my
fears by telling her it was in no way sexual, that she was just more
comfortable that way and that was how she wanted to be when she was in her
room.  After that, she spent many times in her room naked when I was
there.  I even did it with her once or twice but I was so guilty about it
afterwards that I never did it again.  I still changed in front of her
once in a while however, and eventually that just became natural.

Ashley handed me a towel, which I wrapped around my waist, and my shower
bag and sent me on my way.  I drifted back to my thoughts about Heather
when I was in the shower.  I stood under the water of the shower, not
lathering up, not washing my hair, not shaving, just letting the water run
over me and sulking.  Only the water getting cold broke me out of my
trance.  I quickly washed my hair and soaped up and rinsed.  

I dried off, wrapped a towel around me and trudged back to my room,
forgetting my normal rituals of shaving, brushing my teeth and combing
what little hair that I did have in my crew cut.  As I made my way down
the hallway I saw Jeff McPherson, one of the guys from the floor.

"Hey Greg, haven't seen you in ages, "said Jeff enthusiastically.  "How
are ya doin'?"

"Fuck you, "I groaned.

Jeff chuckled and went on his way.  He probably thought I was just
expressing my stress over our impending finals.

I clicked the combination for my door quickly and entered my dorm room.
Ashley was sitting at my computer surfing the Internet.

"I put some clothes for you on your bed, "she said concentrating on her
surfing.

I saw she pulled me out a pair of khaki shorts, a pair of boxers, and a
polo shirt.  I quickly dressed and lay back down on my bed.

Ashley noticed what happened and got up from the computer.

"Get up, "demanded Ashley.  "We are going to the dining hall."

I got up reluctantly, too tired to fight her anymore.  I figured if I did
everything she said that she might get off of my back and leave me alone
sooner.

When I stood up, Ashley looked up at me and appraised me.  Ashley was only
five foot two so she looked up to everyone.  

"Jesus Christ Greg, you could have at least shaved."

"Ran out of hot water, "I mumbled.

Ashley dragged me to the dining hall where she tried to force-feed me
everything in sight.  I had no appetite, but I also didn't want to fight
her anymore so I just ate.

As we left the dining hall I saw her for the first time since the break
up.  It was Heather.  My heart was in my throat.  Heather looked at me and
then turned away.  I stared at her.  She was laughing with her friends.
The same friends I spent a lot of my time with when I was dating her.  How
she could laugh while I was absolutely miserable was beyond me.  

I felt the bile rise up through my stomach and through the esophagus.
Soon my lunch was all over the floor to the cheers of everyone in the
dining hall.  I felt Ashley's comforting touch on my back.

"Are you ok?" she asked sympathetically.  

I nodded and continued walking.  I looked back at Heather and she was
still laughing.  Ashley noticed it too because soon she was marching over
to Heather.  I ran and grabbed her by the arm.  

"No!" I shouted.  "Leave it be."

Ashley ignored me.  "Heather, you god damned whore!"

Heather turned and looked at her with an expression of awe.  Many in the
area turned to see what the ruckus was about.

"You are so lucky that Greg is holding me back from kicking your ass, "
fumed Ashley.  "You fucking used him like the cheap whore that you are.
You fucking used him and threw him away and crushed his heart."

"Like you haven't been fucking him on the side all this time, "said
Heather with venom in her voice.  "He was the one using me."

"Bull shit!" exclaimed Ashley.  "You know I was never fucking him."

"Well you can have him now, "spat Heather.  "He has a small dick anyways
and couldn't fuck his way out of a paper bag."

Ashley lurched out of my arms and charged the much taller Heather, hitting
her right in the abdomen with all of her weight.  Heather went down like a
sack of potatoes.  Ashley wasn't finished.  She climbed on top of Heather
and just started raining blows down on her.  I ran over and grabbed Ashley
by the arm and dragged her off of Heather.

Heather looked at me with bitterness in her eyes.  "I never loved you
Greg, "she spat. 

I turned away from her and dragged Ashley out of the dining hall.  She was
yelling obscenities at Heather all the way out the door.  

We walked the entire way back to my dorm in silence.  I think both of us
were too embarrassed to discuss the little incident in the cafeteria.
When we got back, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get the
taste of bile out of my mouth.  I then plopped down on my ugly lime green
couch and sighed deeply.

"I am so sorry for making a fool out of you, "said Ashley crying softly,
and standing next to me.  We were almost eye level.  

"You don't need to apologize, "I whispered back to her.

"She was so mean to you though, "she said.

"Thank you, "I said to her.  I touched her nose with my finger for
emphasis.

 "For what?"

"Saving my life, "I said solemnly.

"I didn't save your life. What are you talking about?"

"Because you are my friend, and you reminded me today just how good of a
friend you are to me, "I said.

She looked at me with her gorgeous cat-like emerald eyes.  It was a look I
had never seen in her before.  

"You saved my life, "I continued, "because I was convincing myself to end
it all when you came over today.  I wanted to end it all.  You reminded me
that I have something to live for."

I saw her lower lip tremble.  Then she leaned in and kissed me gently on
the lips.  It was a soft tender kiss full of the love she felt for me.  I
pulled back to end the kiss before it went too far.

"No Ashley, I don't want to risk our friendship," I said softly.

I saw a tear escape her eye and roll down her cheek.  I brushed it away
gently with my hand.

"I'm sorry, "she mouthed to me.

"Don't be sorry, "I said softly.  "It was nice, almost too nice.  I just
don't want to lose you over a romantic relationship that could go bust
like this one.  You are my best friend."

"I know, "she conceded.  "I love you...as a friend."

"I love you too, "I said with a wink.

Ashley giggled and hugged me.  She squeezed me tight into her.  I could
feel warmth radiating from her.  Suddenly her lips were on mine again.  I
didn't fight it this time.  

Her lips were so inviting, her tongue so sensuous in my mouth.  She kissed
differently from Heather.  She actually kissed better than Heather.  I
melted completely into her embrace.  I was under her spell.

She then started pulling my shirt off and breaking the kiss only
momentarily to pull the shirt over my head.  Her long curly fire engine
red hair tickled my chest as it cascaded over me as we kissed.  Her shirt
came off next.  She took it off, not me.  Then her bra came off.  Her hard
nipples against my chest felt like daggers stabbing into my chest.  My
nine-inch cock sprung to life in my pants.

The rest of our clothes came off in a frenzy.  We tried to maintain our
lip-lock the entire time, only breaking a few times and then returning to
our frantic kissing.  The two of us maintained our kiss because both of us
knew that if we stopped kissing we would talk and that our activities
would end. 

I ran my hands down her smooth body.  Ashley wasn't really thin.  Many men
would actually consider her overweight.  She wore her extra weight well.
It accentuated her curves and bulges just a little bit more than women who
were fit.  The thing about Ashley was that she made it look sexy.  Her
beautiful ivory skin, the fiery red hair, her gorgeous soft-featured face
with high cheekbones and a gumdrop nose, and her emerald eyes all combined
to make her a vision of erotic beauty.  

Ashley climbed onto the couch and onto my lap.  I felt the warmth of her
sex against my leg and nearly shot my load right there.  She then
straddled me and maneuvered herself over my manhood.  She lowered herself
onto me, burying the tip of cock inside of her warm and wet womanhood.
She was as tight as a vise.  She lowered a bit more, taking another inch
of my manhood into her. 

It was at this point that my conscious hit me.  What I was doing with her
was wrong!  This needed to stop!  I could not risk my friendship over
something like this! 

"Ashley, no, "I mumbled through our kiss.  I attempted to break it but she
grabbed my head and forced me back into our kiss.  I relented for a few
seconds as she finished impaling herself with my hardness.

My conscious yelled back at me.  

"Ashley, "I shouted through our kiss.  I pulled back.  "Ashley, stop."

Ashley started moving up and down on me.  It felt so good.

"Ashley, stop!"

I pushed her.  I didn't realize my strength, however, and she ended up
falling back onto the floor.

Ashley started to cry and got up slowly.

"Oh...my...god!" I exclaimed.  "I am so sorry."

Ashley ignored me.  She wouldn't even look at me.  I really had fucked
things up now.  She grabbed her clothes.  She didn't even put them on.
She just walked to the door, clothes in hand and walked out into the
hallway.

I didn't pursue her.  I knew the damage was done.  Not only had I lost my
girlfriend that week, I lost my best friend too.  I barely made it to my
garbage can where I expelled the rest of my lunch.

-- end chapter one --

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