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A Taste of Ginger is the seventh story in the Ashley-Penny sequels that made its first appearance in An Itch Needing Scratching and continued with Caught in the Limelight, Never Too Old, Maid to Order, Intimate Revelations, and What the Husband Saw.
New characters are added as the story line progresses to give variety to it; therefore, two new individuals are added in this latest story, enlarging the circle of friends that began with Ashley and Penny.
I hope you enjoy the scenario and building of characters as well as the erotic, sexual parts, both of which are essential to the story. Without a good setting and the building of characters that humanizes each one according to her personal uniqueness would, for me, not make the story truly erotic but a series of sexual encounters loosely tied together. However, this is my writing style. Others have different styles of writing that work for them which is good since we wouldn't want all the stories in Literotica to read the same. Would we? So, I hope you enjoy reading A Taste of Ginger.
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Ginger awakened to a bright, sunny morning. Filtered light softly illuminated her bedroom that overlooked Sydney Harbour. Today was a special day for Ginger. It was her nineteenth birthday, another milestone in her young life.
She smiled and wrapped herself in the pink, silk sheets that covered her, and she pressed her head into the soft, downy pillows encased in pink pillowcases with fancy lace along the edges. At the foot of the four-poster, mahogany bed was a bedspread embroidered with little rose buds, puffing up from the batting and stitching.
A sense of inner awareness came to Ginger as she considered how fortunate she was to have met Lady Rose in the gay pub and was asked to do a favour for her for which she would be given five hundred dollars, a staggering amount of money for a street kid who did odd jobs and panhandled to have money for food. For lodging Ginger mostly found an alley in which to sleep. She had been doing this ever since she was fourteen when her alcoholic mother who had men coming and going in the house kicked her out, telling her she was no good and never to come back.
However, despite her desperate circumstances, Ginger never used drugs nor did she fall so low as to sell her body. She was too independent, headstrong, and proud to do such demeaning things. Besides, she was determined not to become like her mother, but these hard decisions made her life more difficult, but she lived it with dignity. She had a dream that someday, someday, she'd work her way out of the life she was living on the streets and make something of herself.
A soft knock on her bedroom door broke into Ginger's reverie.
"Come in," Ginger said, having a pretty good idea who it was.
The door opened slowly, and Lady Rose came into Ginger's room, smiling with happiness.
"Good morning, birthday girl! Happy birthday to my Ginger," Lady Rose beamed.
Ginger smiled back with a look of "thank you" on her face. "Good morning, Lady Rose. Thank you so much for your cheery greeting."
"Why shouldn't it be cheery? After all, it is a special day, your special day," said Lady Rose affectionately.
"Every day is a cheery, special day for me ever since you got me off the streets and invited me to live with you in your magnificent home," Ginger answered sweetly.
"I'm glad you think so, Dear," responded Lady Rose. "After you get dressed and we've had our breakfast, I want us to go into the Great Room. I have something to discuss with you, something I had mentioned a while ago even before you first came to live with me for which I have been eternally grateful."
Ginger smiled and gleefully answered, "All right, Lady Rose. I'll get dressed in no time and come downstairs to join you for breakfast as quickly as I can."
"Fine, Dear. I'll have my tea and wait for you," said Lady Rose.
Lady Rose walked out of Ginger's bedroom, closing the door behind her. Ginger got up from her half-prone position and immediately jumped out of bed and went to take care of herself in the bathroom. She then came out and selected a tight pair of designer jeans that came just above her hips and a loose-fitting top that went far enough to cover her breasts, leaving her middle bare with her bellybutton quite pronounced because of the pierced bar through it. She slipped on a pair of sandals and left her room to go downstairs to join Lady Rose.
Even though seventy years old, Lady Rose, who had been quite the rebellious young lady in her day, never lost her beliefs that everyone had a right to make up her own mind and make personal decisions such as choosing what clothes she wore and how she dressed. Ginger often surprised Lady Rose with the outfits she'd put together, but she never disapproved.
Lady Rose knew Ginger was a grown woman and a free, independent spirit, the same as she was at her age and still was for that matter.
Ginger soon bounced down the divided stairway that bursa evi olan escort (https://www.sokkan.net/dizin/evi-olan-escort/) had a landing between the two sections to the foyer. This divided stairway was often an architectural design in large Victorian mansions.
Lady Rose heard Ginger bounding down the stairs and smiled, sighing, "Ah, to be young again and so full of energy."
While Lady Rose pondered those thoughts of years gone by, Ginger passed through the Great Room and joined her in the dining room. After breakfast she and Lady Rose went into the Great Room that was almost as big as the house was long except for the two attachments at each end. Lady Rose sat down in her fovourite lounge sofa in front of the fireplace, and Ginger sat down in the soft chair to her right that was angled towards Lady Rose. She remained quiet because Lady Rose looked very serious, and Ginger knew when Lady Rose had that scrutinizing look, she had something either important to say or share.
Lady Rose softly cleared her throat and nervously said, "Ginger, Dear heart, do you remember what I said to you after you had agreed to come live with me on a trial basis? That for any reason should you decide not to stay you could leave?"
Ginger didn't know where Lady Rose was going with this, but she was more than a wee bit nervous.
"Yes, I remember, Lady Rose, and I agreed to accept your gracious invitation," Ginger affirmed.
Lady Rose smiled as a flush came to her cheeks.
"Do you remember what else I said that day?" asked Lady Rose.
Ginger thought hard, searching for words they had shared that day, but at that time she was so excited such good fortune should come her way, she didn't hear half of what Lady Rose said.
Lady Rose saw confusion on Ginger's face, so she went on without getting an answer from her.
"I told you how lonely I was living all alone in this big, old house, and since you were living from hand to mouth on the streets, it might be a good idea for us to live together and that in time, if all went well, you'd be like the daughter I never had."
Tears ran down Lady Rose's eyes, and she took out an Irish linen handkerchief to dry her eyes. Ginger swallowed hard when she saw Lady Rose crying, but she wasn't sure what made her cry.
Lady Rose went on.
"Well, I said that if we made a go of it, maybe you would become my legitimate, adopted daughter."
Ginger sat transfixed, starring at Lady Rose in silence, not quite sure knowing what to say. Lady Rose reached out to a side table on her right between her lounge and Ginger's chair and opened a cheery-wood letterbox, reached in, and brought out an important-looking envelope with very fancy typed words on it.
Ginger looked at the envelope and squirmed in her seat. She barely heard what Lady Rose said next. She was frightened and confused, but about what she didn't know. She decided, therefore, the best thing she could do was remain quiet.
"Last week I went to see my lawyers to discuss a very important issue, Ginger. A legal matter that affects you," said Lady Rose tentatively, waiting for some response from Ginger that did not come.
"Did you hear me, Dear?" asked Lady Rose.
Ginger finally looked up, "Ah, yes. I heard you, Lady Rose, but I don't understand what your going to see your lawyers has to do with me."
Lady Rose smiled affectionately at Ginger to ease her mind and calm her shaking hands.
"I am going to tell you, my dear. And be assured this is nothing wrong or bad. In fact, it is good, very good. However, it all depends on you," said Lady Rose reassuringly.
"On, me?"
"Yes, Dear. On you."
Lady Rose handed the envelope to Ginger who took it half-reluctantly.
"This is one of my birthday gifts to you, Love. The best gift I hope," said Lady Rose. "Open it, and see what is inside."
Ginger opened the envelope slowly and pulled out the folded papers from inside.
"Now, unfold it and read what it says," Lady Rose smiled.
Ginger unfolded the document until she was able to see the bold face writing at the top. It was the name of the law firm: Baker
New characters are added as the story line progresses to give variety to it; therefore, two new individuals are added in this latest story, enlarging the circle of friends that began with Ashley and Penny.
I hope you enjoy the scenario and building of characters as well as the erotic, sexual parts, both of which are essential to the story. Without a good setting and the building of characters that humanizes each one according to her personal uniqueness would, for me, not make the story truly erotic but a series of sexual encounters loosely tied together. However, this is my writing style. Others have different styles of writing that work for them which is good since we wouldn't want all the stories in Literotica to read the same. Would we? So, I hope you enjoy reading A Taste of Ginger.
* * * * *
Ginger awakened to a bright, sunny morning. Filtered light softly illuminated her bedroom that overlooked Sydney Harbour. Today was a special day for Ginger. It was her nineteenth birthday, another milestone in her young life.
She smiled and wrapped herself in the pink, silk sheets that covered her, and she pressed her head into the soft, downy pillows encased in pink pillowcases with fancy lace along the edges. At the foot of the four-poster, mahogany bed was a bedspread embroidered with little rose buds, puffing up from the batting and stitching.
A sense of inner awareness came to Ginger as she considered how fortunate she was to have met Lady Rose in the gay pub and was asked to do a favour for her for which she would be given five hundred dollars, a staggering amount of money for a street kid who did odd jobs and panhandled to have money for food. For lodging Ginger mostly found an alley in which to sleep. She had been doing this ever since she was fourteen when her alcoholic mother who had men coming and going in the house kicked her out, telling her she was no good and never to come back.
However, despite her desperate circumstances, Ginger never used drugs nor did she fall so low as to sell her body. She was too independent, headstrong, and proud to do such demeaning things. Besides, she was determined not to become like her mother, but these hard decisions made her life more difficult, but she lived it with dignity. She had a dream that someday, someday, she'd work her way out of the life she was living on the streets and make something of herself.
A soft knock on her bedroom door broke into Ginger's reverie.
"Come in," Ginger said, having a pretty good idea who it was.
The door opened slowly, and Lady Rose came into Ginger's room, smiling with happiness.
"Good morning, birthday girl! Happy birthday to my Ginger," Lady Rose beamed.
Ginger smiled back with a look of "thank you" on her face. "Good morning, Lady Rose. Thank you so much for your cheery greeting."
"Why shouldn't it be cheery? After all, it is a special day, your special day," said Lady Rose affectionately.
"Every day is a cheery, special day for me ever since you got me off the streets and invited me to live with you in your magnificent home," Ginger answered sweetly.
"I'm glad you think so, Dear," responded Lady Rose. "After you get dressed and we've had our breakfast, I want us to go into the Great Room. I have something to discuss with you, something I had mentioned a while ago even before you first came to live with me for which I have been eternally grateful."
Ginger smiled and gleefully answered, "All right, Lady Rose. I'll get dressed in no time and come downstairs to join you for breakfast as quickly as I can."
"Fine, Dear. I'll have my tea and wait for you," said Lady Rose.
Lady Rose walked out of Ginger's bedroom, closing the door behind her. Ginger got up from her half-prone position and immediately jumped out of bed and went to take care of herself in the bathroom. She then came out and selected a tight pair of designer jeans that came just above her hips and a loose-fitting top that went far enough to cover her breasts, leaving her middle bare with her bellybutton quite pronounced because of the pierced bar through it. She slipped on a pair of sandals and left her room to go downstairs to join Lady Rose.
Even though seventy years old, Lady Rose, who had been quite the rebellious young lady in her day, never lost her beliefs that everyone had a right to make up her own mind and make personal decisions such as choosing what clothes she wore and how she dressed. Ginger often surprised Lady Rose with the outfits she'd put together, but she never disapproved.
Lady Rose knew Ginger was a grown woman and a free, independent spirit, the same as she was at her age and still was for that matter.
Ginger soon bounced down the divided stairway that bursa evi olan escort (https://www.sokkan.net/dizin/evi-olan-escort/) had a landing between the two sections to the foyer. This divided stairway was often an architectural design in large Victorian mansions.
Lady Rose heard Ginger bounding down the stairs and smiled, sighing, "Ah, to be young again and so full of energy."
While Lady Rose pondered those thoughts of years gone by, Ginger passed through the Great Room and joined her in the dining room. After breakfast she and Lady Rose went into the Great Room that was almost as big as the house was long except for the two attachments at each end. Lady Rose sat down in her fovourite lounge sofa in front of the fireplace, and Ginger sat down in the soft chair to her right that was angled towards Lady Rose. She remained quiet because Lady Rose looked very serious, and Ginger knew when Lady Rose had that scrutinizing look, she had something either important to say or share.
Lady Rose softly cleared her throat and nervously said, "Ginger, Dear heart, do you remember what I said to you after you had agreed to come live with me on a trial basis? That for any reason should you decide not to stay you could leave?"
Ginger didn't know where Lady Rose was going with this, but she was more than a wee bit nervous.
"Yes, I remember, Lady Rose, and I agreed to accept your gracious invitation," Ginger affirmed.
Lady Rose smiled as a flush came to her cheeks.
"Do you remember what else I said that day?" asked Lady Rose.
Ginger thought hard, searching for words they had shared that day, but at that time she was so excited such good fortune should come her way, she didn't hear half of what Lady Rose said.
Lady Rose saw confusion on Ginger's face, so she went on without getting an answer from her.
"I told you how lonely I was living all alone in this big, old house, and since you were living from hand to mouth on the streets, it might be a good idea for us to live together and that in time, if all went well, you'd be like the daughter I never had."
Tears ran down Lady Rose's eyes, and she took out an Irish linen handkerchief to dry her eyes. Ginger swallowed hard when she saw Lady Rose crying, but she wasn't sure what made her cry.
Lady Rose went on.
"Well, I said that if we made a go of it, maybe you would become my legitimate, adopted daughter."
Ginger sat transfixed, starring at Lady Rose in silence, not quite sure knowing what to say. Lady Rose reached out to a side table on her right between her lounge and Ginger's chair and opened a cheery-wood letterbox, reached in, and brought out an important-looking envelope with very fancy typed words on it.
Ginger looked at the envelope and squirmed in her seat. She barely heard what Lady Rose said next. She was frightened and confused, but about what she didn't know. She decided, therefore, the best thing she could do was remain quiet.
"Last week I went to see my lawyers to discuss a very important issue, Ginger. A legal matter that affects you," said Lady Rose tentatively, waiting for some response from Ginger that did not come.
"Did you hear me, Dear?" asked Lady Rose.
Ginger finally looked up, "Ah, yes. I heard you, Lady Rose, but I don't understand what your going to see your lawyers has to do with me."
Lady Rose smiled affectionately at Ginger to ease her mind and calm her shaking hands.
"I am going to tell you, my dear. And be assured this is nothing wrong or bad. In fact, it is good, very good. However, it all depends on you," said Lady Rose reassuringly.
"On, me?"
"Yes, Dear. On you."
Lady Rose handed the envelope to Ginger who took it half-reluctantly.
"This is one of my birthday gifts to you, Love. The best gift I hope," said Lady Rose. "Open it, and see what is inside."
Ginger opened the envelope slowly and pulled out the folded papers from inside.
"Now, unfold it and read what it says," Lady Rose smiled.
Ginger unfolded the document until she was able to see the bold face writing at the top. It was the name of the law firm: Baker