ForbiddentoSeduce by April Vine

Chapter One
     
    Leah Jenkins stood in the sultry lingerie store on the banks
of the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront and pondered rack after rack of panties.
    She had spent the better part of the morning in the care of
professional hands beautifying her nether region and now she wanted it dressed
perfectly. It was, after all, the star of her show that she secretly titled Leah
Gets Some…Finally. Or more elaborately, Leah’s Long-Deserved and
Much-Anticipated Undoing .
    And if one traveled in the arty circles abroad, it would be
dubbed as The Coming of Age of Leah’s Puritanical Pussy attached with
the byline Featuring an Oscar-Winning Performance by an Incredibly Long Cock .
    Reviewers would say something along the lines of how without
the multiple-incher, the entire evening would just have fallen apart. Standing
ovation for the cock.
    Sex For Everyone would be quoted as saying, “The
pinnacle of all scenes was, of course, the climax of the night when Leah—and we
gotta love Leah—gets stuck with that amazing cock. Just amazing, the fit, the
fuck…everything. It had to have had audiences creaming in their pants. A job
well done.”
    The Only Fuckers’ Guide You’ll Ever Need , always
trying to find some moral appreciation for their audience, would say, “Leah
Jenkins, the hot South African newcomer, is certainly someone all young,
legal-aged and consenting females could relate to and the way she rode that
cock—wow, what a cock—would have any number of women going out and seeking
their own rides. They would want to scream her screams of bliss for themselves.
Pure coitus inspiration. Ten penises.”
    The only hiccup she foresaw—her guest star, one dishy Ryan
Redford, owner of the much-talented cock, received no script whatsoever. As far
as he knew, the title went something like Dinner with Leah and, of
course, he’d think he knew enough about eating to improvise here and there and
for the rest, rely on experience. If he had any idea what awaited him was hot,
wet and oh so ready for him, he’d refuse to even audition for the part.
    “Might I ask who he is?” A well-dressed saleslady tapped
Leah on the shoulder and brought her out of her daydreams. Gosh, she really
needed to step outside a bit more from the internship she did at the local
newspaper. Currently she’d been assigned a stint as movie critic and clearly
she started to think of her life in terms of headlines and reviews. She so
needed to get a life.
    “Well…he’s just a guy I know,” Leah said, biting her lip.
Except he wasn’t just a guy she knew. He was Ryan Redford. But could she really
pull this off? She’d prepped, prodded, prepared and pepped herself into this.
She had to do it. As far as she knew, no one magically started getting younger
when they turned twenty-three. It was now or never.
    “Ah, I see. Does he know what’s in store for him?”
    “Well…no…not really.” I’m thinking I should just spring
him with it, you know, not give him a chance to say no. She had known him
all her life but as soon as she understood the nuances of a crush, the
six-foot-and-a-bit, green-eyed, raven-haired Ryan had been it.
    “Well, you’re lovely, my dear. No guy will be able to resist
you.”
    “Thank you,” Leah murmured, but knew otherwise when it came
to Ryan. “Actually, I’m kind of forbidden to seduce him.”
    The saleslady’s expertly plucked brows arched and Leah
picked up a pair of pink lace panties and examined them. “He’s my older
brother’s best friend.”
    Seven years older than she, Ryan treated her the exact same
way he did his own twin sister Raelene. He seemed oblivious that the instant he
entered the room, or brushed by her body, or looked at her, he weakened her
knees and stole her breath.
    Would he laugh at her when she told him how she felt about
him? Would he insist she cover up if she presented herself to him in the nude
and then tell her she was confused? Worse, would he pull the whole but
you’re like my