Agatha Allbut & The Bimbo Squad Ch. 03: Spice can be Nice

Aggie lay there, enjoying his touch, and lifted her ass off the bed so Lar's was able to slide her shorts down her legs, exposing herself to him. Lar's eye's went wide as he looked at her slit.

"Holy fuck, you shaved!" Lar's said shocked.

Aggie giggled at his reaction. "I know we said no gift's but I was hoping that you would enjoy an unwrapped treat."

Lar's wormed his way out of his clothes until he was naked. She grasped his semi erect shaft and began to caress the length of his shaft wanting, and needing it inside her. Lars grew fully erect and knowing the routine, he rolled on top of her guiding himself into her wetness. He thrust into her moaning and grunting while fondling Aggie's breasts and kissing her. Aggie rocked her hips, ran her hands over his back and gasped in pleasure until they both reached climax, simultaneously.

After their release, Lars rolled off of Aggie and laid back in bed, feeling unsatisfied and frustrated. Aggie squirmed her way next to Lars and rested her head on his chest, sighing in satisfaction. "That was wonderful, Lars, I really do love you." She thought of how sweet and romantic it was, just like their first time. Aggie had never felt happier in her life.

"I love you too Aggie, I just wish..." his voice trailed off, not wanting to spoil her night with another fight about their love life, especially after admitting they loved each other.

"Just wish what?" Aggie asked sitting up, holding the sheet over her breasts and looking at Lars.

Lars took a deep breath, "Just once I wish you would let me show you how good a different position could feel, or oral sex, or..."

"Not this shit, again!" Aggie snapped, angrily. "I've told you a million fucking times, I'm not some fucking porn star or that slutty bitch ex of yours that wants or needs to do all that nasty, kinky, disgusting, perverted shit. If you want some skanky strumpet contortionist to fuck, then I'm not the girl for you." She felt herself die a little inside as she went off on Lar's, wishing she could bring herself to make him happy, but she was too insecure, too afraid, too full of shame and disgust to let herself go wild.

"I'm sorry I said anything, I don't want to fight." Lars said contritely, getting out of bed and pulling his clothes on. "I'm going to get a drink, so we can both calm down. I'll be back in a little while. And I do love you Aggie." he said trudging out the door.

"I love you too," Aggie whispered to the closed door as tears began to run down her face. She collapsed onto the pillow and cried herself to sleep, wishing she could be as open sexually as Lars wanted her to be.

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Aggie was a happy girl who loved to sing, dance and be the center of attention. She wanted to grow up and be a famous singer or actress, anything that would put her in the spotlight. She got her wish one day at summer camp, and it changed her life forever.

Aggie had discovered self pleasure, but not the importance of privacy. One year at summer camp she was caught by her tent mate, and soon the whole camp knew. For the rest of the summer, other campers and some counselors ask her if she had; 'stuffed the taco' or 'cooked the beans' during meals, 'petted the turtles' and 'slapped the oyster' during waterfront, 'smacked the bunny' and 'Petted the squirrel' on nature walks. For every activity there were several euphemisms that the other campers used to taunt her.

When she got home after weeks of abuse she was a different girl, depressed, suicidal and scared of touching herself. The next year when her parents told her they were sending her back to that camp, she had a severe panic attack. Pinto and Mom-Mom flew in to be with her, and decided to let her stay with them all summer. Mom-Mom knew something was wrong, and sent her to Dr. Marvin Monroe, and old family friend, and pyschotherapist. He worked with Agatha all summer and got her to open up about what happened. By the end of that summer, Agatha was better, but not her old self. The sweet, gregarious, fun loving, attention seeker was gone. In her place was a timid, quiet, mousey, fearful, introverted, shrinking violet of a loner.

Every summer after that, Agatha stayed with Pinto and Mom-mom that was why they were so close, they were like parents to her.

Every summer she had sessions with Doc Monroe. The summer between Junior and Senior year was her biggest breakthrough. That summer for the first time since camp, she touched herself.

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Aggie woke up hearing someone coming into her room, her eyes opened "Lars?" she asked sleepily, as the door opened. She squinted at the shadowy figure stumbling into the room. "Lar's, is...is...that...you?"

"Aggie...," he said falling on his face.

Aggie jumped out of bed and ran over to him, she knelt beside him and looked into his eyes. "Lars, are you okay?" she asked as she rolled him over onto his back.

Lars saw her naked body, and he pulled her head to him and began to kiss her. Aggie lifted herself up a little to kiss him, Lars' hand began to roam over her naked ass. Aggie moaned when she felt his strong hand kneading her cheek. His hand slid down looking for her sweet hole, hoping she would let him finger her. When he found her hole, he began to push his finger into it.

"Lars! Stop! She said while still kissing him.

He ignored her and pushed deeper into her, wondering why she felt so tight and dry. "Please, Aggie," he slurred, as he forced his finger into her.

"LARS!" Aggie exclaimed as he pulled her to his mouth and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Aggie struggled against him, and was able to free herself. She jumped up and moved away from him. "What the fuck!" she yelled at him.

"Trust me baby, it'll feel so good, just give me a chance..." as he stood up and stumbled toward her.

Aggie easily avoided his clumsy attempt to grab her, and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

"Aggie please," Lars whined as he tried to open the door.

"You know my ass is off limits and you tried to shove your fat fucking fingers in there. Fuck off asshole." The door rattled for a few seconds, and then there was a loud crash, followed by silence. "Lars... Lars..." Aggie called out, hen she didn't get any response she cautiously opened the door, and saw Lars flat on his face. She rushed over to him and realized he was passed out. Not sure what he would do if he woke up, still while still intoxicated, she quickly dressed, gathered her few possessions and left the room. Getting into her car, she drove off, crying again, and cursing herself for being so scared and obstinate when it came to intimacy.

Two days later, Aggie returned to her room after class. She saw a note taped to her door. It had her name on it in Lars' barely legible scrawl. She pulled it off the door and went into her room, putting her books down, she opened the note, hopefule she would be able to decipher it.

Aggie,

I am really sorry for what I did, I wasn't trying to violate your... trust. I know I was wrong and wish I could take my actions back. I was too drunk and didn't realize where my hand was. I am not trying to use the alcohol as an excuse for my reprehensible behavior, I was very very VERY wrong and I am unbelievably contrite. I hope you can find it in you to forgive me one day and we can be friends again. I miss you terribly.

All my heart,

Lars.

Aggie started to cry knowing she had forgiven him the moment it happened. She was unsure why she hadn't gone to him and was glad he took the first step. She went into her closet and pulled out a Victoria Secret bag. She took out the risque teddy she had bought to wear for Lars after she shaved herself, as part of his Christmas present. She wanted him so bad she forgot to excuse her self to put it on. This seemed like the perfect time to wear it to rekindle their romance.

She quickly stripped, and put on the lingerie with matching stockings and the high heel platform shoes she bought to go with it. She wrapped herself in a simple dress hiding her naughty underwear. She walked over to his dorm and down his hall. She let herself into Lars' room, took off the dress, and kicked it under his bed and waited nervously for him to return. She laid down in his bed to wait for her man, her lover, to come to her.

She heard his voice in the hall. She jumped up and turned out the lights, waiting in nervous, breathless anticipation. The door opened letting in some ambient light from the hall. Aggie's breath caught in her throat when she saw him, 'I really do love him,' she thought. 'I would die if I lost him.'

The door closed and Lars flicked on the light. When his eyes landed on Aggie, they widened as she struck a pose in her naughty nightie. She held the pose for several seconds, then flung herself into his arms and hugged him with all her might. "I'm so sorry Lars. I forgive you, I hope you can forgive me," she gushed as tears came from her eyes.

Lars leaned down, kissed each eye and wiped away the tears. "No need to forgive you, Aggie. I deserved it. Thank you for forgiving me." He scooped her up and carried her to bed. He put her down and gently began to kiss and nibble her. She started to unfasten the teddy and Lars stopped her. "Leave it on, you look so sexy in that."

He continued to kiss her exposed flesh while his hands caressed her breasts through the lacy material. Lars stood up and stripped. Aggie decided to make him happy, she took his cock in her hand and looking up at Lars said, "I missed him almost as much as you." She leaned forward, kissing the head of his cock. Lars moaned in ecstasy, involuntarily his hips thrust forward pushing past her lips. Before she realized what was happening 36.3% his cock was in her mouth. She jerked back and glared at Lars, her look softening when she saw the horrified look on his face.

"It . . . it was an accident," he said, his voice full of sorrow.

With difficulty she smiled, knowing he was telling the truth. She was more than ready to have him in her and he was more erect than she ever had seen before. She laid back and spread her legs, Lars moved the thin strip of silk out of his way and pushed his manhood into her moistness.

He went slowly kissing her and playing with her still clothed breasts. They made love for hours, taking breaks only to hydrate. They made love more times that day then they had the rest of the year. It was magical.

For the first time, Aggie spent the night in his room, just like a married couple. She wasn't even too bothered by the whistling and catcalls that had become a tradition when a girl was doing the walk of shame.

The next day Lars and Aggie returned to their typical pattern of fighting about the vanilla sex they had. The only difference was, on the nights when they fought first, Aggie still stayed and made love with him.

Lars planned on going to Lake Havasu for spring break, but Aggie had no interest in participating in a week long wild drunken orgy. She opted to stay behind, and earn so money tutoring high school students. At the last minute, Lars went to Vegas with some friends. When he came back to school, he was driving a brand new Corvette he had won in a casino. Their pattern of fighting and fucking continued through the end of the year.

It was the last day of school and Lars was acting all goofy and secretive. "Go pack a few outfits for five or six days in a tropical climate," he told Aggie.

"What are you planning?" she asked him.

"Don't worry about it, just pack and let me take care of the details."

A few hours later they boarded a jet, and Aggie wondered what she was going to happen when Lars asked her to join the mile high club, as the fasten seat-belt sign was illuminated.

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