No Harm, No Foul

by Freya Gersemi

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The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

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I will never get tired of typing this page out.

This book is dedicated to AlexFourways and Figjamkiss. They both have been tireless supporters of me and my work and these stories that I write would never have been the same without either of them.

Thank you, both!

And I would like to thank all of you readers out there who take the time to leave a review, especially a good review! Thank you!!

Foreword

When I initially wrote this story, it was to explore the drive behind a woman who uses her sexuality to get what she wants. Not an unusual theme to write about. My fatal flaw was to use my main characters (Freya, Cynthia, and Katie) as the women in the story. I had failed to realize just how beloved those characters had become to readers.

Perhaps my self-deprecating thoughts blinded me to this fact, but some readers became very vocal about how I had portrayed the three girls - mostly Freya (my own namesake!) in this tale. It was one of my “Alternate Freya-verse” stories where I place different versions of my characters into different settings and situations. And, although I was very clear about that, apparently, I can only change them so much before I’ve gone too far.

This one pushed “Story Freya” over that line.

Seeing the error of my ways, I have simply changed the names of the characters. In my mind, they were barely the same characters anyway, so the name change was no big deal.

If you like a strong, sexy, slutty girl, then this is the story for you!

Enjoy!!!

Chapter 1

“I’m bored out of my fuckin’ gourd,” Delilah complained. “We finished finals two weeks ago and all we’ve done since then is lay around the house. I want to go out and do something.”

“We could go see a movie,” Maura suggested.

Delilah rolled her eyes. “No… I want to do something fun and summery. A movie is for when it’s raining out.”

“But when it’s raining, everyone goes to the movies,” Maura pointed out. “On a day like today, we’d have the whole place practically to ourselves. There’ll be no one there.”

“Everyone goes when it’s raining because no one wants to be stuck inside a cold, dark movie theater on a day like today. It’s beautiful out!”

Chastity sat up. “We could go to the beach -”

“Yeah!” Delilah shouted. “Let’s go to the beach!”

“I wasn’t finished,” Chastity reprimanded her. “We can go to the beach and tease all the old men.”

“What?” Maura and Delilah said in unison.

“We can kind of cock-tease the old men that hang out by the snack bar,” Chastity elaborated.

“Yeah,” Delilah agreed, warming to the idea. “Those guys playing canasta or cabbage or whatever it is.”

“I think you mean cribbage,” Maura suggested.

Delilah looked at her with disdain. “Who gives a fuck what it’s called? It’s boring, old guy games that they use to pass the time until death shows up and ends their miserable lives.”

Turning her attention back to Chastity, Delilah started spitballing. “So, we set up camp by the picnic tables and those cement checkerboard tables next to the snack bar. That place is always packed with old guys with nothing to do.”

“Right,” Chastity replied.

“I like this idea,” Delilah mused. “And have you ever noticed that they’re hardly playing checkers or whatever?”

“No.”

“Well, trust me. They aren’t there to sit in the hot sun playing Russian Roulette with heat stroke just for the checkerboard tables.”

Maura frowned. “So, what are they doing?”

“Watching all the girls in bikinis!” Delilah cried out as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “They sit there all day soaking up all of the young, sexy bodies, then go home and try to stick their slightly less limp dicks into their moldy and gross fat wives.”

“But Chastity’s fat,” Maura pointed out.

“I’m curvy, you scrawny bitch,” Chastity spat back. “You’re just jealous because no guy wants a girl that looks like a prepubescent boy.”

Looking hurt, Maura fired back, “Fat ass!”

“No ass!”

“Ladies!” Delilah shouted.

“Plenty of guys like me,” Maura said.

“Right,” Chastity scoffed. “Name one.”